Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm inspirationally impotent this morning. Consequently the last twenty minutes have been spent gawping gormlessly at the taunting chaste page in front of me. If you want a more descriptive image of my visage, think Irishman in a maths exam*. * Only joshing my Celtic cousins! Bereft of a epiphany for today's blog topic, I... Continue Reading →
I've been gardening at the old lady's house this morning. As she viewed a broadcast of 'Homes Under The Hammer' indoors, I proceeded cutting back the overgrown flora and fauna outdoors. My audio accompaniment a distant, but audible chatter of a couple of workers on a nearby building site. The workmen's colourful banter occasionally interspersed... Continue Reading →