Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
After a COVID induced fourteen month hiatus, I'm once again sat writing in a White Rose (WR) Centre coffee house. Most of the staffs visages have changed, but the friendly service and rejuvenating qualities of their strong coffee beans continue. In the wake of the ending of this enforced absence, my breakfast of a basic... Continue Reading →
I was Greek Street in situ for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon. My spouse and me seeking to quench rabid thirsts, induced by West Yorkshire's arid weather conditions, with a cold beer. Some may enquire "Why didn't you just stay at home and rehydrate with a glass of water from the tap, as opposed... Continue Reading →