Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This, my 2514th narrative, will be the last blog I write for a while. My motivation to write these 500+ word daily essays has diminished of late and, perhaps metaphorically, Thursday's post relating to my mother's funeral seems a fitting juncture at which to draw a line under this particular literary odyssey - Well, for... Continue Reading →
Endeavouring to negate my mum's garage looking like Harold Steptoe's rag and bone yard, this morning I booked a local council skip delivery. Consequently, in the not too distant future, Gascoigne J Strachan III will declutter the abundance of currently unused bric-a-brac residing in mater's car shelter. Footnote - Incidentally, my name isn't really Gascoigne... Continue Reading →