Queues

Admin tasks consequential from my mothers passing have meant that yours truly’s spent a great deal of time in the company of ‘on hold’ music in the last week or so. Circumstances resulting in GJ Strachan’s existence seeming to play out in a portal where telephony queues are the status quo and one prays in…

A Ha’pputh of Slack

In the absence of a desk, I generally write my monologues sitting at the table in the dining area of maison de Strachan. During times of inspiration, I sit enthusiastically typing at speed before I lose my thread. This is interspersed with periods I’m bereft of ideas, when I’ll of gawp out the bay window onto…