Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, I awoke in fairly decent spirits, borne from a scene of autumnal West Yorkshire sunshine. This verve augmented by waking to recollections of yesterday's impressive performances from my sporting amours Leeds Rhinos and Leeds United. The former beating Wigan 26-12 to reach the 2020 rugby league Challenge Cup Final against Salford, at Wembley.... Continue Reading →
I'm Bedfordshire bound this weekend to meet up with a couple of the lads I've been friends with since I was a 20 year old. A bond forged as work colleagues and friends in both Gateshead and London. The duo made up of Bill, the nicest bloke I've met who possesses false teeth, along with Alan, the... Continue Reading →
Sunday 22nd April – This lunchtime I partook in a pre-train journey beer with my brother Ian at Newcastle Central station. A jovial hour in which we reminisced about our existential escapades prior to me leaving the north east of England around 31 years ago. Our knockabout banter including tales of our kid’s 'eventful' driving... Continue Reading →
There's been a paucity of activity in casa Strachan over the last day or two. Activities such as weekly shopping for provisions, watching the rugby league World Cup final on TV and writing a parody gig review titled Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Love? , being my sole accomplishments in the last 36 hours or so. I suppose I did make Saturday's evening... Continue Reading →
I spoke by phone to my son Jonny this morning, who informed me he was away on a stag do this weekend. Hungover, he confided through gruff tones and a backdrop of mooing noises he'd been cross-dressing yesterday evening..... Yes, last night he went out in men's clothing for a change! I'm not sure how the cow got into the... Continue Reading →