Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'd a strange dream overnight - This nighttime screenplay beginning with yours truly sitting in a dark theatre amongst hundreds of ex-work colleagues. The entertainment playing out during this night vision was provided by veteran singer/songwriter Rod Stewart, or Rod the Mod as people who call him Rod the Mod label him. As I'm totally... Continue Reading →
At 10am my first chore of the day, the construction of the remaining two Hygena kitchen table chairs, was completed earlier than anticipated, affording me extra time for Saturday's scribble. The other pair assembled during a quieter period a fortnight ago. It's fair to say, I'm spinning a few existential plates at the moment. In... Continue Reading →
Six days after my central heating boiler started leaking, today an engineer is at last attending casa Strachan to (hopefully) repair the dripping box. Consequential of warranty red tape, ie the installer not sending it to the appliance manufacturer, the progress of securing a gas fitters service has been sloth like. Sadly, the swiftness companies... Continue Reading →
It’s Halloween, or “A neet fir scraggsers and kets” as an elderly acquaintance bafflingly labels it. A night where ancient pagan liturgy meets with the contemporary ritual of sugar fuelled kids in scary costume. This evening in various parts of the globe, homes will ring to the annual sound of millions of doorbells and cries of ‘Trick... Continue Reading →