Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, I was talking to a family member who told me that their new years resolution was to stop smoking. It was a bit of a surprise as I'd not realised my 10 year old nephew was a smoker, but credit to the kid for trying to break the habit. That was only a joke by... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
I displayed unusual restraint this morning when I forewent a McDonalds breakfast. I was proud of myself for not acting upon the terrible craving I had, when I woke, for a double sausage and egg McMuffin. I’m no sure why I didn’t act upon it! It could have been the aroma of bread toasting emanating... Continue Reading →