Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's 09.58 on Saturday 3rd November. Sitting at the dining room table of my east Leeds domicile, I'm snacking on the Haribo gummy sweets leftover from Halloween washed down by tap water source from a West Yorkshire reservoir (I think).. On the red armchair to my right, lolling unceremoniously adjacent to a cream cushion emblazoned with... Continue Reading →
It's 09.28 on Friday 3rd November. Sitting at the dining room table of my East Leeds domicile, I'm snacking on the remnants of Haribo gummy sweets from Halloween, washed down by chilled West Yorkshire tap water. On the red armchair to my right, lolling unceremoniously adjacent to a cream cushion emblazoned with words 'happiness', is my laptop... Continue Reading →