Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Commencing this piece, massed claret blossoms of an efflorescent buddleja draw my attention to that particular garden nook. This mature shrub, planted around thirty years ago by my late dad, stands an imposing ten foot in height. Despite the plants undoubted chromatic charm, there's something sinister about it's sabre like blossoms, which point menacingly groundwards... Continue Reading →
Whoever dishes out serendipity, be that god, karma, fate or astrologer Russell Grant, divine spirits have been good to me over recent days. Yesterday's gravy, adding to the glee evoked by my footballing paramours winning the championship on Saturday, finding out that marmite deodorant/body spray is actually a thing! The opinion dividing Vegemite spread now... Continue Reading →
Despite being a disciple of creativity - Particularly broadening my horizons and looking at art without prejudice, I'm not one who is overly precious about technological innovation. Don't get me wrong, I understand the absolute need for society to evolve technology wise, however, I'm far from having enough interest in the topic to be called... Continue Reading →