Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
More out of duty than faith in any political party, I've just voted in the UK's General Election. To my mind, a ballot where citizens of this sceptred isle are perched between a rock and a hard place when it comes to selecting who governs...... Or should that be a cock or furry face?! Footnote -... Continue Reading →
"......When you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal. Call it sad, call it funny. But it's better than even money That the guy's only doing it for some doll......" Song lyrics composed by American songwriter Frank Loesser in his eponymous refrain from the musical... Continue Reading →
Despite my indifference to dining at the unappetising looking General Election buffet table, I’ll soon be embarking on the short journey to choose a dish that I’ll no doubt find unfulfilling, which will at some point riddle me with indigestion. Above is a poetic attempt at communicating my imminent departure to vote in the UK General... Continue Reading →
In the The Jam’s 1980 track Going Underground, song writer Paul Weller wrote:- You've made your bed, you'd better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the... Continue Reading →
We had an early reveille this morning, as consequence of my wife Karen's appointment at a health centre in Leeds. Despite the unforgiving chill of the Spring breeze, it was heartening to see the sun shine with an enthusiasm not seen of late. Sitting in the waiting room, I looked out from a lofted view... Continue Reading →