Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

Karen’s Cancer Fight

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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Luck Be A Lady

Adhering to an old adage that ‘the early bird catches the worm’, yesterday East Leeds Marie Curie (MC) fundraising group arrived at Rothwell Park at 08.30am. Our metaphorical worm the securing of a prime location near the carnival entrance to hopefully enhance our tombola stall’s visibility to festival goers when gates opened at 11am. The groups facilitation of this popular form of carnival/fete pitch aimed at raising funds to support MC’s […]

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Roll Up!….. Roll Up!

Tomorrow I’ll be part of a voluntary team running a tombola stall at Rothwell Carnival, aiming to raise funds towards the provision of Marie Curie end of life nursing. Sitting here putting pen to paper I’m currently surrounded by carrier bags full of the prizes magnanimously donated by family and friends in support of tomorrow’s fundraising effort. These benefactions including toiletries, books, scented candles, fashion accessories, pottery ornament and clothes…… […]

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What’s It Like?

Occasionally I’m asked about what it’s like aboard the emotionally fraught rollercoaster ride which manifests from my spouses incurable cancer diagnosis. My inquisitors, individuals who’ve not previous shared this venture along a metaphorical cobbled path while in possession of nitroglycerin. People seeking to understand what’s it’s like existing with a clan member who in their own words are a “Ticking time bomb.” A device patiently awaiting the opportunity to move […]

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I’ll ‘Ave ‘Alf

As I need to be up and out of the house for 7am on Sunday morning, it’ll be early to bed this evening for yours truly. My requirement to reveille and depart casa Strachan at that ungodly time is so I can be the other side of Leeds (Kirkstall) for 7.50am. My presence needed there for a pre-Leeds Half Marathon marshal briefing, along with other volunteers from MacMillan Cancer Support. […]

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Preaching To The Choir

This morning I spent a couple of hours with a fellow volunteer collecting for Marie Curie Cancer Support (MCCS). Our partner in fundraising, arranged as part of ongoing Tour de Yorkshire celebrations, the Garforth Community Choir (GCC) – A melodious band of brothers and sisters whose upbeat harmonising attracted MCCS benefactors like nectar lures a worker bee. Witnessing the delight of the assembled audience at the musical fare on offer, […]

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Boundaries

January 2nd – The posteriors of the missus and yours truly currently occupy two waiting room chairs within a Leeds oncology unit. Bearing in mind recent festive period over-indulgences, I’m a tad surprised my ever burgeoning butt only requires one seat. However, one seat is suffice to provide a comfortable perch whilst I endeavour populating the chaste white page on my laptop. Today’s literary objective the provision of a narrative […]

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