Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

LS Lowry in LS9

This morning on social media I saw an advertisement for a soon to be released movie titled Mrs Lowry & Son. Dubbed an untold story of one of the UK’s most lauded artists LS Lowry, the movie’s remit to divulge the Manchester-born painter’s struggle for acceptance by the early/mid 1900’s art establishment. An odyssey seeking his deserved recognition which saw his mother as one of his sternest detractors. As a […]

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Something for the Weekend, Sir?!

I’ve got a weekend home alone. Consequently, GJ Strachan will be spending a great deal of his time slobbing around the place in his undies armed with a pizza and a six pack of beer…… I just hope it’s not a lifestyle strategy which leads to me getting a lifetime ban from Tescos!! One positive piece of news is that at least I’m now able to drive again. Consequently I […]

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Wherever I Lay My Sowester (That’s My Home)

This morning, I’m afflicted by an ordinarily infrequent case of writers block. A rare creative imposter which I’m currently unable to vanquish, despite sitting in a White Rose Centre coffee house indulging in a spot of people watching. A pastime which ordinarily manifests ideas aplenty, but thus far hasn’t provided GJ Strachan with any noteworthy notions for a narrative topic. The mall’s retail outlets bustling with members of the West […]

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Expecting The East Ardsley Inquisition

Wednesday AM – After today’s habitual cordial exchange of “Good morning.” on entering the kitchen, my mum held out her hand to show me a 5mm white disc and questioned “Is this one of your tablets, Gary?” This the first of what I expect will be numerous maternal enquiries of the day. That short seven word question signalling the commencement of Margaret Strachan’s daily inquisition. This a salvo of catechisms which when […]

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Suburbia

Along with Monday evenings warm breeze, solar rays act as suburban Wakefield’s current meteorological consorts. Through opened French doors which allow exposure to outside’s temperate airflow, my audio companions are cutlery clanking on crockery produced by neighbours dining alfresco, chirping garden birds and the distant rumble of tyres on the nearby M1. There are other noises emanating into my domain via les portes ouverte, however I’m unable to state with any […]

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A Ship Called Dignity

As you take over the weekly baton from W/C 12th August, come on then (W/C) 19th August 2019, spill the beans. Let us impatient types, unfazed by spoiler alerts, have a clue what this next seven days hold. I’m unaware if you do requests; however on the off-chance you do, is there any hope you can bequeath a less dramatic life footprint than your predecessor? Instead, introducing into chez Strachan serenity […]

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I’m Dan Rather….

I’m lounging unceremoniously on an arm chair in my mother’s dining room as I pen this prose. Outside’s solar rays producing a Super Trouper like beam, highlighting the recently unkempt lawn and borders which for weather or health reasons I’ve neglected for the last two weeks. I’ve one eye on a corner of the room where a catchup broadcast of ‘Countryfile’ plays out on TV. My other eye is on […]

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