Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Despite being the most distressing life event I've thus far experienced, I never wept when my father died in the October of 2017. I similarly remained tear free during his funeral, even while delivering a twenty minute eulogy I'd written as a tribute to a man I adored. A beautiful person whose passing devastated me;... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, with the blindingly low autumn sun necessitating a salute-like shielding of my eyes, I sat Elland Road Stadium in situ with my son Jonny. Our two East Stand seats the exact same ones we secured as season tickets during his childhood. With my now twenty-something son being only 12 years old last time we... Continue Reading →
Two years ago today the ‘voice of horse racing’ Sir Peter O’Sullevan passed away at the age of 97. Born in County Down, O'Sullevan was from a generation of legendary sports broadcasters whose distinctive tones guided millions of viewers through the BBC's weekly sports show Grandstand. It was a time when sport provided me with a wealth of special childhood memories. Those were the pre-Sky Sports days... Continue Reading →
I had my weekly telephone chat with my brother Ian this morning. As we live around 100 miles apart we don’t get to meet in person often, so we have a catch up on the phone every Saturday. He’s a right bald git but he’s my bro and I love him. During today’s conversation we... Continue Reading →