Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last night, while meandering aimless through what'd been up to that juncture a pretty mundane dream, my night visions verve was upped a notch by a visit from my Great Uncle Hector's ghost. Initially I didn't recognise my late forebear as his face was masked by a cricket helmet. His identity only unveiled when he... Continue Reading →
Overnight, during a particularly disturbing slumber, my night visions incorporated scenes of being imprisoned in a Turkish jail, similar to that experienced by Billy Hayes in 1978 movie Midnight Express. Unlike the character played by Brad Davis who attempted to smuggle hashish out of Turkey, though, my misdemeanour causing deprivation of liberty was smuggling Pontefract... Continue Reading →