Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, the seemingly endless late spring rain relented for long enough to allow yours truly to experience the verve resultant from cooking alfresco. Not to mention, enjoying an hour or so of even tide fresh air where I languished in front of a wood burning chiminea with vino in hand and bluetooth speaker playing The... Continue Reading →
Recent episodes of 'devils own luck' with newly purchased electrical appliances struck again this morning when a drill driver (purchased only an hour earlier) proved faulty. Despite the tool's motor working as designed, frustratingly the bit chuck's jaws were less reticent to function as planned (ie not tightening or slackening). This episode subsequently derailing plans... Continue Reading →
During recent days holed up in COVID-19 isolation, I've chosen a selection of Beatles refrains as my daily aural companions. These tunes transporting me back to young childhood - An era seemingly shot in monochrome, where I was introduced to the Fab Four's hits on the familial wireless. The 1960's locales for these episodes my parents... Continue Reading →
Solar rays and The Beatles Greatest Hits (1967-1970) album are my dining room companions this Friday evening. This pleasing visual and aural backdrop a perfect accompaniment to my glass of Pinot Grigio; my beverage of choice while gawping at freshly cut back lawns and newly regenerating spring time flora and fauna...... Seemingly, in these COVID-19 quarantined... Continue Reading →
I was a few months short of my fourth birthday when The Beatles released their progressive pop offering Penny Lane. A song for which, even with naivety consequential from my then pre-school vantage point, I possessed a great fondness - An affinity which has remained with me for the next half century. Whenever I hear... Continue Reading →
In The Beatles song 'The Ballad of John & Yoko', John Lennon penned the words "Peter Brown called to say you can make it ok. You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain." I thought of this lyric on Friday when someone also named Peter Brown called me on my landline. Unlike the late Liverpudlian, though, his motives weren't to plan my itinerary;... Continue Reading →