Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I was introduced to the delights of the West Yorkshire town of Horbury for the first time on Saturday evening, A night cruising the Wakefield satellite borough seeing yours truly getting up to sing karaoke for the fourth time in two weeks. This questionable piece of spontaneity seeing me warbling a version of Keane's 'Somewhere... Continue Reading →
During an arbitrary thought this morning, I pondered why the letter X has been, and remains to be, such a popular symbol within social culture. For instance, there was a TV show titled Agent X; when you're searching for treasure the map advocates 'X marks the spot'; its a symbol which's been used to signify... Continue Reading →
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970's/80's BBC magazine show called 'Nationwide' (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I'd not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening... Continue Reading →
Bereft of a working printer, I've just spent the last hour cruising the streets of South Leeds/North Wakefield attempting to find a library to print off a package label. A frustrating odyssey where, after finding the first three book lenders closed, at a fourth attempt I finally fulfilled the task. Stanley Library, on the north... Continue Reading →
I have it on good authority that the 2nd February was Groundhog Day. An occasion citizen's of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, observe the behaviour of local groundhogs as they emerge from their burrows. In particular their reactions to that day's meteorological conditions. Folklore decreeing:- If it’s cloudy on first leaving their burrows spring will arrive before the... Continue Reading →
