Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
History tells us, well nursery rhymes submit anyhow, Old King Cole was a merry old soul who called for his pipe, he called for his bowl and he called for his fiddlers three. This trinity of desires seemingly keeping old Colers (as he was never known) in a chipper mood while whiling away the hours waiting... Continue Reading →
It’s all a game mused marginalised yeti Animals aren’t we Food, water, procreation and shelter Necessities all, rest just padding They short term fix of comfort, till dwindling rush abates Moving onto next misguided existential purchase Bizarrely, expecting a long-standing misery solution. In globe where happiness sold with prefix ‘i’ There is not... Continue Reading →
Comfort buying; the last bastion of the person unfulfilled by the costless gifts given to us by nature, art, a humanitarian act and the wisdom of an erudite mind. A route taken, although not recommended by Sat Nav, that draws in the misguided with false expectations of lasting existential contentment. Comfort buying; the misplaced... Continue Reading →