Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's St Valentine's Day - A perennial event celebrated by lovers, paying homage to the patron saint of 'Two M&S Meals for £20 (including prosecco)'. St Valentine, not to be mistaken for St Tinder, the recently canonised matchmaker who employs more contemporary courtship encouragement techniques. On entering my living room this morning I was greeted... Continue Reading →
This morning, as I entered the living room in Chez Strachan, I was greeted by an unexpected audible ping. I foolishly romanticised that the noise was that of Cupid's bow string, as it forcefully triggering an arrow in my direction; a gesture of amour from a love struck valentine. However, this notion was soon dispelled... Continue Reading →