Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Thankfully, thus far I've had no requirement to self-isolate in the wake of the coronavirus pandemic. A situation I'm relieved about for several reasons, the most predominant being I've absolutely no idea whether to embrace hermitism at my West Yorkshire home, or the planet I oft inhabit whilst embarking on these chronicles. Presently, on the... Continue Reading →
I've not written a blog for six days - An unplanned hiatus caused by the latest fantastical plot in my real life soap opera. This storyline, introduced by whoever oversees my existential odyssey, seeing me hospitalised for the second time in twelve weeks. This affliction a gastric virus completely unrelated to the cardiac arrest which... Continue Reading →
Mercifully, this morning I feel in significantly better health than yesterday when I turned in at 8.30pm. A time when loosening catarrh caused my nose to stream so extravagantly I was in need of the nasal equivalent of the Hoover Dam. Sadly, as there's no such this as the nasal version of the Hoover Dam,... Continue Reading →