Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Apparently, spring is around the corner. I'm unsure which corner it's hiding behind, however I wish it'd stop procrastinating and get it's ass back to Blighty pronto. Circling low pressure isobars are tightening like Native American's menacing a waggon convoy in a 1950's B-movie. The consequence being the UK's inclement weather. To gain liberty from... Continue Reading →
This morning, as I entered the living room in Chez Strachan, I was greeted by an unexpected audible ping. I foolishly romanticised that the noise was that of Cupid's bow string, as it forcefully triggering an arrow in my direction; a gesture of amour from a love struck valentine. However, this notion was soon dispelled... Continue Reading →