Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My aural backdrop while today's lyricals are being waxed is a screeching, attention seeking wood pigeon; along with the distant rumble of tyres on the M62 motorway. Despite the latter's westbound traffic heading towards several recently locked back down areas, that asphalt corridor seemingly still bustles with Lancashire bound traffic. Mercifully, the pigeon has just... Continue Reading →
Lethargy is today's watchword for GJ Strachan. Feeling like he's undergone an energy suction procedure, the vitality felt in recent days following a break with long term buddies currently evades him. The northern Englishman feeling as spent as his wife's wardrobe budget, but pragmatic enough to know it's a fleeting fatigue which'll no doubt abate post-slumber.... Continue Reading →
There's an old adage that 'pride comes before a fall' - A musing from folklore which yesterday I witnessed come to fruition. This incident played out when a friend downed twelve cans of London Pride beer and went ass over elbow on their front doorstep. Nothing was hurt apart from his pride...… Oh, and 'lucky'... Continue Reading →