Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's 10.04 am on Sunday 7th March as GJ Strachan commences this potboiler. Coco has been walked, breakfast has been devoured, washing up completed, and now I'm perched close to a roaring gas fire with my trusty laptop. In the distance a background soundscape of classic 1970s/80s refrains plays courtesy of Magic radio. Coco is... Continue Reading →
Lack of sleep. The curse of the insomniac, nemesis of those with a troubled mind and unwanted bedfellow of the buffoon who consumes 17 cups of coffee in a two hour period! I’m really struggling to stay awake today due to a woeful kip overnight. The culprit neither insomnia or excessive caffeine intake. Although, if truth... Continue Reading →