Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I wrote a few weeks back about my intention to join a local community choir. This a group of engaging individuals I'd watched perform on Garforth Main Street during festivities for the Tour de Yorkshire. My own particular presence in the vicinity to undertake a voluntary collection for Marie Curie Cancer Support. Watching the glee... Continue Reading →
Colour has returned to Leeds 15. The predominantly monochrome snow scenes bequeathed by the Beast from the East finally succumbing to a raise in outside temperatures. Now in a form of two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen, it undertakes a altogether new strategy of disruption in the form of sporadic flooding. The weather was... Continue Reading →
As I commence this literary offering, I'm sitting in situ of the living room sofa in my modest three-bedroomed abode in east Leeds. The settee in question is a brown leather three-seater; which I find comfortable but my wife thinks has seen better days...... One of them was yesterday when it didn't have my fat... Continue Reading →