Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It was a warm Bedfordshire night on 4th July 1990. My first born child had just turned a month old and was being fed upstairs by my diminutive Mrs. I wasn't convinced pizza was suitable for a one month old, but he's got to the age of 25, so I'll begrudgingly give kudos to... Continue Reading →
As a young lad I was a great deal more inquisitive than I've been in adulthood. Free from the distractions of paying a mortgage, working shifts and providing for a family of four, my boyhood inquiring mind was given carte blanche to roam, retrieve and expand. For example, when my parents first moved us from... Continue Reading →