Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon, a wintertide sun paid an brief visit to the white rose county. As with the super trouper in the 1970's ABBA song, the solar ray beams were blinding. Borrowing further from the Scandinavian refrain, I didn't feel blue, like I always do, cos somewhere in the crowd was you. By you, I'm referring... Continue Reading →
As a consequence of yesterday evening failing asleep in the middle of inter-tooth cleaning, this morning I woke to the discomfort of an angled interspace dental brush prodding into my belly button. Understandably, my initial sentiments on discovering the cause of this abdominal irritation was of relief that I'd not nodded off with the brush... Continue Reading →