Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've been sitting here in a south Leeds coffee house for around an hour and only just managed to commence today's narrative. Admittedly this is a self-inflicted delay driven by having temporary access to free shopping centre wifi network connectivity which is far more performant than back in my East Ardsley abode. The faster response... Continue Reading →
It took a while, but with perseverance, tenacity and a little pinch of pixie dust, I managed to get on The Cloud WIFI network at a local medical establishment this morning. It was a frustrating 30 minutes, however, I remained calm and collected throughout, only once reverting to the naughty word that rhymes with duck. My... Continue Reading →
Due to telephony issues, it has been a dramatic few days at Chez Strachan Senior. In fact it has become such a soap opera I've written a theme tune, which I'm hoping will become a hit when I've done writing the lyrics for Anita Dobson to release at Christmas. My dad Malcolm is intermittently unable... Continue Reading →