Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning witnessed my inaugural visit to the bottle bank since UK's COVID lockdown commenced in March. During the intervening months numerous empty wine bottles have stacking up in my mum's garage. Their ever burgeoning number, over time, making visits to that section of the residence feel like a walk of shame. With every meander... Continue Reading →
In COVID induced lockdown, visits into my garage have emerged as a walk of shame for yours truly. Bereft of access to bottle banks, glass wine containers have built up to such an extent, while passing during odysseys to the fridge, it feels like I'm running a gauntlet of carafe contempt. Feeling I'm being negatively... Continue Reading →