Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Looking aimlessly through the lounge bay window my gaze is drawn to a brood of blackbirds perching on a garden fence. Not having to observe coronavirus social distancing protocols, or adorn the face coverings which've been a year long scourge of human existence, these feathered friends appear in chirpy spirits. Currently, they appear to gaze... Continue Reading →
In the thirty years I worked in IT I engaged with some very erudite individuals. People who's technical wherewithal was/is so vast, if they chose to journal their information technology knowledge they could probably fill a large white swan. I'd like to clarify at this point I've never worked with, or indeed met, anyone whose ever written on a swan of any... Continue Reading →
Shaken to the very core, this morning was spent coming to terms with being informed by my family that I possess a soupson of annoying habits. The most irritating I perpetrate apparently the whistling language I occasionally slip into in the privacy of chez Strachan. I don’t undertake this stupidity outside of the home, imagining... Continue Reading →