Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Comfort zone, erstwhile sanctuary of clan chief Former chamber of serenity, grape and musical refrain Empty leather seat beckons product of god’s own county to no avail Empty brood hearts beckon man of god’s own county to no avail Sinatra in solitude, Darrin in desolation his clans hereafter. Yorkshireman’s invite to his sanctuary has... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday evening as I commence this blog. Sitting in my dining area, I'm aware of the Strictly Come Dancing results show which emanates from the corner of the lounge. It's cheering crowd and jangle of sequins an unwelcome distraction in my attempts to wax lyrical...... God only knows why my wife Karen chose to invite... Continue Reading →