Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today's narrative is co-written by a special friend who's sitting next to me on the sofa providing offbeat prose and vape smoke. When I say special friend I don't mean I'm that fond of her; moreover she's a bit dim. Coincidentally (well nearly) she was brought up in the west Leeds suburb of Gildersome, a... Continue Reading →
I've written before of how creatively fertile my mind can be in the early hours of the morning. A trait which's previously witnessed me both write and draw at some god forsaken hours. Sometimes even before the roosters rise and a whistling milkman arrives with float laden with dairy produce. My extensive research has unearthed... Continue Reading →