Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Morning has broken on the 1st August 2018. A few short hours ago July departing on a jet plane, leaving us with a legacy of UK record high temperatures, England's progression to the semi-finals of the FIFA World Cup and seemingly but unsurprisingly little progress at securing an amicable Brexit deal. If I'd had a... Continue Reading →
As July arrives at the front door enquiring if there is room at the Inn, I’d like to bid a vociferous good riddance to June. She turned out to be an odious mistress, whose watch was riddled with horrific incidents and ever deepening political turmoil. A rancid bedfellow, June left in her wake thousands of shattered lives, an unlikely coalition of UK political parties... Continue Reading →