Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With my wife Karen being at her parents home in the People's Republic of Birtley for the weekend, I spent yesterday in the company of a massive pizza. It didn't possess Karen's charm, nevertheless it proved to be an agreeable companion during my binge-watching of rugby and a dramatization of the 1990s trial of OJ... Continue Reading →
I spent an hour or so yesterday printing off some family tree details, which I’ve subsequently collated into folder for my dad who isn’t too well at the moment. My pater is an undemonstrative man who is ruled by a stringent daily routine, so when I handed it to him this morning it was no real... Continue Reading →