Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tuesday 3rd April - Ordinarily I'm loathed to proffer judgemental comment on the sartorial elegance of anyone. After all, I'm hardly the dedicated follower of fashion written about by Kinks frontman Ray Davies in 1966. A fact I can relay with indisputable surety with the knowledge I was only three years old when the song... Continue Reading →
Having just watched BBC TV’s Bargain Hunt, a couple of things immediately struck me. Firstly, my already held opinion of how rubbish Auntie Beeb’s competition prizes are was further endorsed. Secondly, that I’ll watch any old s***e on the telly. The winners of todays show, where two teams attempt to usurp each other at auction selling the antiques... Continue Reading →
Shortly before the festive period, my parents won a large joint of beef in their local Conservative club Christmas draw. It was only second prize, but they deemed it preferable to the first prize of tinsel wrapped souls of the working class. I had the honour of being present at my mater and pater's residence during the December delivery of... Continue Reading →
As I walked out of Elland Road with my son yesterday, after another awful Leeds United performance, my mind drifted back to a mild evening at the same venue on 2nd May 2001. On that night, unbeknown to me at the time, I uttered perhaps the most prophetic words I’ve said in the half century... Continue Reading →