Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I have had a buddy from Gateshead stopping at my Wakefield apartment for the past two days. A cohort of mine since working together at the National Coal Board head office in the early 1980's, he (also named Gary) taught me a huge amount about inappropriate humour; including the limerick starting 'The was a young... Continue Reading →
My buddy Sarah is back at work tomorrow after a ten day sabbatical away from her role as a care home support worker. This decuple of dawns and dusks spent predominantly in the company of a devilishly handsome chap and her two dogs. Not forgetting several hours in the presence of the Ossett lasses much... Continue Reading →
Mindful of today's long drive from Stirlingshire to West Yorkshire, yesterday saw a particularly leisurely day here at my Loch Lomond lodge. My daylight hours spent writing, drawing, hot-tubbing and arbitrarily mulling over whether sloths are dangerous to humans...... According to my unreliable source (village idiot Hamish Troke) the answer to the latter is no.... Continue Reading →
