Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

Archive for February 2017

Pancake Day Ponderings

After a period of procrastination, today I finally bit the bullet and purchased a tin of gloss and emulsion. A move meaning I can now begrudgingly undertake the oft postponed decorating on my ensuite bathroom. Devoid of excuses, I can no longer put this laborious task on the back burner. So with this in mind, I’ve provisionally pencilled in the work for a few days in October 2019. Like the ability to control your bladder overnight, enthusiasm for […]

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You Probably Think This Blog Is About You……

Well, if nothing else, they can claim to have been winner of the 2017 Best Film Oscar for around three or four minutes. They the unwitting victims of a headline grabbing faux pas at the climax of yesterday’s Academy Award ceremony. I refer, of course, to the cast,crew and production team of movie La La Land.  Despite their disappointment at not actually reigning victorious, I suppose they can console themselves that the attention given to the error is commensurate to that of actually […]

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Fe Fi Fo Fum…..

I’m on the way back from Newcastle by locomotive as I convey this tale of my overnight stop in the north east of England. Despite foolishly decided to wear my porcupine skin undies on my return journey to Yorkshire, the carriage seat provides an adequate comfort level. A much needed change of scenery turned out to be a great fillip for yours truly. As usual, my brother Ian and his fiancée Ann proved to […]

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Taking Precautions

I’m writing this ensconced in seat 32 of Carriage A of the Leeds to Newcastle. I’m due to arrive in the locale of my formative years at approximately 2.45 pm. I will then head on via the Metro to the domicile my younger brother shares with his fiancée Ann. Granted, none of the above detail is overly interesting, but I wanted to be specific with my travel arrangements in the […]

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Practical Gift For A 50 Year Old

I’ve just booked my train tickets for my venture up to the north east of England tomorrow. With hospitality courtesy of my brother Ian and his fiancée Ann, in addition to an evening imbibing beer in the company of affable friends, it’s a welcome diversion from the less salubrious elements de l’existence de Gary Strachan. The gathering in Gateshead has been organised to celebrate a friend’s 50th birthday. If it follows the […]

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Bonding In The Minster’s Shadow

Recently, I visited York to see my son Jonny on his day off. It’s always a fillip to catch up with the lad who calls me dad……. He calls me some less flattering things as well, but they’ll remain within the family. Jonny and I took in lunch in one of York’s many fine eateries. It’s always a dear do feeding the lad, who assumes expensive tastes when his old […]

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