Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With yesterday being Christmas Day, akin to Scrooge when affording Bob Cratchit a hiatus in A Christmas Carol, I allowed myself a day away from the writing desk. This gesture allowing me to drink, eat and be merry...... Actually, if truth be told, it allowed me to drink, eat and be merry earlier than I'd... Continue Reading →
The inspiration being sought for today's narrative topic wasn't behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. Well, that's unless I decide to pen a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis - A subject path of which I've little inclination of embarking on. Consequently, I'm presently residing in my dining... Continue Reading →
As November saunters moribundly towards it's dawn, we prepare for the advent of Christmas 2020. A festive period which'll be unprecedented in the half century plus I've existed on this earth. Coronavirus resulting in having to purchase my turkey donning a mask. Incidentally, that's me adorning the face covering. The turkey, its race already run,... Continue Reading →
As we all wait in anticipation to see what St Nick brings us overnight, my mind drifts back to Christmas Day last year. Personally, I wanted it to drift to a sunny clime where I'm sat with a cold beer and the 2017 Margot Robbie calendar. However, my mind can be a stubborn so and so at times, preferring instead a... Continue Reading →