Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's Saturday morning and East Lancashire's awoken to a rainfall deluge. Admittedly, not an uncommon meteorological landscape for those residing on the western foothills of the Pennines. Especially here in Heywood, whose precipitation is so extensive the town should be twinned with Niagara Falls. Sadly, in a traumatic week which saw her mum cremated, this... Continue Reading →
I'm unable to visit my dad in the hospice with the rest of the family until this afternoon. The consequence of Karma, in her infinite wisdom, decreeing my past misdemeanours warrant a current existence of two close family members with incurable illness. I'm unsure what's caused Karma's wrath, but I'm beginning to regret stealing segments of my brother's Terrys... Continue Reading →