Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I disclosed in yesterday's prose Skimming the Surface, I learned many useful life lessons as a child growing up in Low Fell, Gateshead. Amongst these tutorial gems were, when partaking in the controversy laden world of table football games, my brother Ian was a right flaming cheat. Our kid will no doubt have his... Continue Reading →
I learned many useful life lessons as a child growing up in Low Fell, Gateshead. Amongst them was when it came to playing table football games my brother Ian was a flaming cheat. Our kid will have his own version of these events, but will never convince me he flicked the small plastic player to... Continue Reading →
The table top football game Subbuteo taught me many useful life lessons as a child; one of which was my brother Ian was a chuffing cheat at table football games. He’ll have his own version of these events, but will never convince me he flicked the small plastic player to ‘kick’ the giant football, which... Continue Reading →
Thoughts of fond sporting memories past were ignited yesterday on hearing of the passing of legendary US golfer Arnold Palmer. Although sad news, a collage of fond childhood memories of 1970’s sport were rekindled by word of the man nicknamed The King's death. As I mulled over this sad news to the background of nostalgic recollections, it dawned on... Continue Reading →
In today's blog, I want to share the story of a recently found cassette recording of my sister Helen at the age of three. In it she performs an iconic song from the musical Evita. Her vocal performance was of such quality that, upon hearing it, Grimsby impresario Greg Jameson remarked "Well, It's a better... Continue Reading →