Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It was a return whose profile paled into insignificance compared to, say, the prodigal son in the New Testament parable, or the rekindling of Robbie William's career with band Take That. Neither was it an event which'll shake the British music industry to its very foundations; producing vast column inches, penned with prurient glee by... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from my six-monthly dental check-up. To call visits to orthodontists calming or serene would be over-egging the pudding, however they are significantly more bearable than those of my childhood. During those fledgling years, treatment on my teeth was administered by an elderly guy called Mr Gravestone. An ordinarily decent man, but whose... Continue Reading →