Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My preparations for a music quiz I'm facilitating on Thursday evening are almost in the can. The running order a heady brew inclusive of five shortish quiz rounds, where I'll portray the role of quizmaster, interspersed with performances of acoustic refrains by three of the inquisition's main protagonists. Keen my question master role is acted... Continue Reading →
"Who wants to be a millionaire?..... I don't Have flashy flunkies everywhere?..... I don't Who wants the bother of a country estate? A country estate is something I'd hate Who wants to wallow in champagne?..... I don't Who wants a supersonic plane?..... I don't Who wants a private landing field too?..... I don't And I... Continue Reading →
Four general knowledge laden hours passed. An inquisitional tarry undertaken by six northern Englishmen; bonded by decades of acquaintance, fondness of the creative and incriminating photos. Despite quizzical feuding for 240 minutes, or so, the contest concluding with no identifiable winner of any of the segmental battles, or the ultimate war. A disorganised hotchpotch of... Continue Reading →
This evening, I'll be partaking in a virtual quiz with a group of Gateshead buddies. As I write I've no idea of the question format quizmaster Jeff Patterson will adopt. However, I'm hoping there's a food and drink category, which among its enquiries includes the insightful catechism "What did Gary Strachan have the morning for... Continue Reading →
"I'll give you a clue, he won the medal while riding a horse." Words from a board game question master to myself and team mate. His well-meaning attempt to assist our floundering efforts at answering the question "At what sport did Sweden's Anders Garderud win a gold medal at the 1976 Montreal Olympic Games?" It... Continue Reading →
Unless you count the endless questioning my family subjected me to in our local boozer on returning from Canada, on Tuesday evening I took part in a pub quiz for the first time in ages. My team comprising of three young local Bedfordshire couples (aged in their late 20's/early 30's I'd guess) and yours truly.... Continue Reading →
Being currently housebound finding a topic which doesn't touch upon the health scare causing my hermitism can be a difficult task. I'd like to think I possess a creatively fertile mind, however the lack of doing much more than sitting on my ass writing makes that sitting on my ass writing a greater challenge. Although... Continue Reading →
An elderly close family member is due to undergo surgery today, a lengthy procedure that will leave him bed bound for a number of days. It’s surgery that’s not without risk at his age, however it's a necessity to remove a highly aggressive malignancy. Despite the pain he is experiencing from this abnormal tissue growth, there has been... 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 →