Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In middle-age I'm much more of a dissenter than during my younger adult years. Subsequently, these days I often cock a snook at the world; deeds pushing existential boundaries, which are undertaken with the aim of shaking the Establishment to its core... Exploits such as referring to carpet vacuuming as hoovering, despite my cleaner of choice... Continue Reading →
Today's literary piece commences with my little canine buddy Coco, whose enchanting company I currently enjoy, undertaking a perimeter check of my back garden. Whether partaken as a strategy for reducing jeopardy to her pack, ie me, or that she just doesn't fancy watching 'Home Under The Hammer' on telly, I doubt I'll ever know.... Continue Reading →
Saturday reveille brought in it's wake the melancholic news another of my boyhood footballing idols had passed. Jack Charlton becoming the third Leeds United legend to've died in just a matter of months. The one club footballer, who for nigh on two decades represented the club with distinction in on over 700 games, joining recently... Continue Reading →
Whatever happened to coin pockets on chinos? Up until a year or two back, chinos were my 'go to' preference in trousers, even usurping a fondness for donning denim jeans. I found them to be smart, comfortable, reasonably priced, and liked the fact they were available in a wealth of cuts and colours. Additionally, their versatility meant not only were... Continue Reading →