Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Recent episodes of 'devils own luck' with newly purchased electrical appliances struck again this morning when a drill driver (purchased only an hour earlier) proved faulty. Despite the tool's motor working as designed, frustratingly the bit chuck's jaws were less reticent to function as planned (ie not tightening or slackening). This episode subsequently derailing plans... Continue Reading →
Looking through my mum's dining room windows outside an uncharacteristic, almost dream like, serenity plays out in front of me. Bereft of breeze and the usual noise from nearby house builders and coyote howl, it appears life in East Ardsley has been placed on pause. This scene instilling thoughts I've stepped into an art house... Continue Reading →