Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With my troubled bonce laid on pillow, a soundscape of incidental Cuban music from US drama Dexter, flashing lights from the TV broadcast producing kaleidoscopic flashes on the ceiling, last night my least 'rock and roll' Friday evening for a while played out in front of me. Actually, who am I kidding!..... It's bloody years... Continue Reading →
One of the most irksome of the many challenging episodes tainting yours truly's recent existential landscape has been my dementia afflicted mother's recent inability to fathom how the TV remote control functions. Consequently, even the most basic of acts, such as taking the telly out of standby mode, or merely changing channel, are now as... Continue Reading →