Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
A few days back, accompanied by the soundscape of a talkSport interview with excitable veteran football commentator John Motson, I couldn't help but notice Motty's dentures didn't appear as secure as usual. This conclusion reached from the former auntie Beeb stalwart whistling kettle-like upon utilising words containing the letter 's'. Intrigued by this tooting, I tweeted... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting in a cardio outpatient waiting room as I commence this essai quotidien. My attendance required as a pre-assessment for an upcoming coronary angiogram in August. GJ Strachan's current area of lingering set within Leeds General Infirmary's (LGI) hallowed corridors. Perched on a comfortable enough pew, I scan the seated area seeking inspiration for... Continue Reading →
My recent run of being delayed in commencing a daily monologue reoccurred again today. The start of my literary venture delayed until around 4.40pm, as a consequence of a pressing voluntary work appointment, along with later prolonged Internet connectivity problems with my laptop. As is the case with most of my yarns, I've no idea... Continue Reading →