Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I’ve been concerned about my wife's health today. She's appeared jaded, of impaired mobility and exhibited a grey pallor around the gills. Her poorly look led me to thoughtfully (I thought) suggest she leave the pile of ironing she is vainly striving to conquer. I recommended she sit down and relax in an attempt to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday a good friend, who has been hugely supportive of my writing, offered constructive feedback about the David Bowie ‘tribute’ monologue I penned on Monday. They informed me that, although it made them laugh, there were “too many blags (silly fictional references) for one hell of a guy” They are probably right and I appreciated... Continue Reading →
Remaining sanguine has been a challenge since my wife Karen’s diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer in 2010. Where The Rainbow Ends – “I Regret To Tell You…” In the absence of a possible cure, she describes herself as a ticking timebomb. I perhaps wouldn’t utilise that particularly descriptive, however, I suppose it adequately reflects the uncertainty surrounding... Continue Reading →