Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As with most people, ordinarily I wake with little, or no, recollection of the dreams which'd played out during slumber. This morning, though, upon reveille GJ Strachan could vividly recall sections of his night visions, including unlikely scenes of being in receipt of a neck tattoo. Within this slumbering storyline, my body art of choice... Continue Reading →
In a move deserving of the word cliche, despite being firmly entrenched in my 50's, I'm contemplating getting my first tattoo. An urge some will observe as an indication of a mid-life crisis; my desire to embrace body art at this juncture of the ageing process an attempt at reclaiming some semblance of youth. My... Continue Reading →