Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday I penned a narrative pertaining to a trip I took with friends last weekend to the Lake District. It was a summary of the exploits of nine middle aged men and was predominantly fictional/nonsense/absolute bollocks (delete where applicable). The trip was meticulously organised by our self appointed leader Darrin. He undertakes his role with... Continue Reading →
Take nine middle aged guys, four prescriptions of blood pressure tablets, five bottles of statins, three failing prostates, copious amount of beer, one urine sample in the fridge, two fry up breakfasts and an ambulance on standby. Then mix them all together in a chalet cottage in a picturesque Lake District town for the weekend. Add watching sport, heated political... Continue Reading →