Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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Gary Strachan

2 kids who've flown the nest, 1 wife whose flown with Jet2. Born at a young age in 1960's Leeds, the author became interested in the literary life when his wife bought him a dog. Having an allergy to dogs, he swapped it for a typewriter. Being unable to train the typewriter to retrieve tennis balls, he reluctantly turned to writing...... Website - www.writesaidfred.org

    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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    Spinning The Wheel

    It’s rare I remember my dreams. This morning, though, a segment of last night’s slumber visions remained with me until my waking hour. This sleep scene a rather dark encounter where, while within the dream I was penning a narrative in a coffee house, I was held at gunpoint by three ‘desperados’ with aspirations of stealing my laptop device. Within my state of slumber, the three gun totting aggressors lulling […]

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    Walk of Life

    Not that I’m complaining, but post-angioplasty I’m unable to drive my car*** for a week. A situation I deem as a mere minor inconvenience, hopefully contributing to a calmer, more reflective lifestyle, which of late has burgeoned with significantly more drama than I’d prefer. The GJ Strachan soap opera current plot lines proving quite a challenge to the scene’s main protagonists. *** – I’m unsure why I felt the need […]

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    Re-Assuring Signs

    I commenced writing today’s essay around half an hour after exiting a Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) theatre where, for the previous hour and a half, I’d undergone both an angiogram and angioplasty. For the uninitiated, my understanding is that the angiogram is an investigative procedure to seek any cardio/vascular blood flow issues. An angioplasty is the undertaking of remedial work identified by the angiogram. As you’ll not be surprised to […]

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    Avenues & Alleyways

    This time tomorrow I’ll be Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) in situ undergoing an exploratory angiogram procedure. A followup op to an investigative treadmill stress test I underwent a couple of months ago. That being said, I’m not overly daunted that in twenty four hours time my radial artery will be punctured to allow a camera to examine the highways and byways around my coronary arteries. Why should I be?….. I […]

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    Created Sick, Commanded To Be Well

    During a recent attempt to broaden my intellectual horizons, I was intrigued to read a statement by the late author, social critic and public intellectual Christopher Hitchens, claiming “Once you assume a creator and a plan, it makes us objects in a cruel experiment, whereby we are created sick, and commanded to be well.” An unashamed contrarian, iconoclast and anti-theist, witnessing Hitchens erudite and forthright prowess in the debating bear […]

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    Giving Up The Seat I’ve Been Saving

    On Sunday morning, arriving downstairs post-reveille to the sight of my mother baking momentarily regressed me back to my boyhood. The pouring of Kellogs’ cereal into a yellow Tupperware bowl, which we’d had since the late 1960’s, in association with mater’s mixing bowl magic transporting me back to my Gateshead childhood. Up to her elbows in flour, eggs, milk, sugar and water, in reference to my tardiness at leaving my […]

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