Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire's predominantly incarcerated populace warm temperatures. It feels almost that these conditions have been delivered in mischief to test the resolve of the covidiots. The small proportion of citizens who've been subject to UK governmental requests not to venture out to minimise risk of spreading COVID-19, unless absolutely essential. Only... Continue Reading →
Mercifully, I survived Friday 13th without any discernible misfortune. In fact I'd proffer with some contentment that, except from slightly overcooking the oven chips and a rare bout of writers block, GJ Strachan's Friday 13th March was, in the inimitable words of Bertie Wooster, tinkety tonk. If truth be told, my exposure to paraskevidekatriaphobic tales... Continue Reading →