Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On opening the Strachan advent calendar door number four this morning I was greeted by the souls of the oppressed. Although affable enough souls, particularly when you take into account the terrible suffering they've endured, I'm beginning to hold misgivings about investing in Torture magazine's festive calendar***. Todays's bestowal as equally disturbing as the Fingernails of... Continue Reading →
Christmas jollity is in evidence today at the Bexley Wing, at St James Hospital. There is a noticeable raising of spirits as volunteers adorned in Christmas sweaters and reindeer antlers hand out sweets, mince pies and hugs. The oncology patients respond in kind by returning the hugs and smiles, along with an acknowledgement of gratitude and MRSA... Continue Reading →