It's Tuesday morning and GJ Strachan is suffering from a severe case of writers block. Annoyingly, the ordinarily creative segment of my brain currently bereft of an inspirational epiphany or notion. Even the memories of my Gateshead childhood, which have proved so fertile in the past week, thus far unable to produce a narrative topic … Continue reading The Saving Mr Banks
Late this afternoon I'll be confronted by a conundrum which afflicts us armchair sports fans once or twice a season. Not a problem of earth shattering proportions by any stretch of the imagination, nevertheless a decision still requiring careful consideration. This trivial poser the three football/rugby teams I follow being broadcast live on TV almost … Continue reading What to Watch?
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 It’s All Greek To Me!
Yesterday saw the 7th anniversary of ex-Leeds United footballer Gary Speed's passing. A tragic day when the player, who also served Everton, Newcastle United, Bolton and Sheffield United with distinction, was found hanged to death at his Cheshire home. On Saturday 7th April 1990, during a 2nd Division game against West Yorkshire rivals Bradford City, … Continue reading Top Man
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 Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda
Yesterday, York racecourse was Mr & Mrs Strachan's destination of choice. Ladies Day at the EBOR meeting our locale for a sensible flutter on the gee gees** and a swift shandy or two. ** - For the uninitiated, gee gees are horses not a Bee Gees tribute act. The enchanting Knavesmire course, scene of Dick … Continue reading Very Much Alive Poets Society
I'd a rare break from writing yesterday. Leaving casa Strachan at 7.30am and not getting home until 11.00pm rendering opportunities of putting pen to paper nigh on impossible. My destination the city of Nottingham - Robin Hood's manor, domain made famous by Brian Clough, home of Boots the Chemist and place my late dad served … Continue reading A 2nd Class Return To Dottingham