Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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Yesterday, I was the recipient of a scented candle Christmas gift. Apparently, when ignited this wax fragrance enhancer apparently emits an odour of wild mint. A welcome change from the usual cinnamon aroma which’s ordinarily the family’s festive season candle scent of choice. As yet I’ve not lit the candle; consequently, at this juncture am unable to evaluate the beauty, or otherwise, of the redolence it’ll bequeath the lounge/diner. I’m […]

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Meet The New Boss…..

The UK populous have spoken – Subsequently, this morning we woke to witness the new leaders were the same as the old leaders. As is the people’s right in a democracy, by a decent majority, they’ve chosen their leaders and placed their trust in five more years of being governed by the Conservative (Tory) Party. Although not party to his diary itinerary, which I poetically think of as being written in […]

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Power To The People!!

More out of duty than faith in any political party, I’ve just voted in the UK’s General Election. To my mind, a ballot where citizens of this sceptred isle are perched between a rock and a hard place when it comes to selecting who governs…… Or should that be a cock or furry face?! Footnote – Furry face is Labour Party leader Jeremy Corbyn!!…. It would be impolite to relay who […]

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Strachan Xmas Traditions

Yesterday, I’d a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, moreover me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present, you tight get?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head. I asked if it was a suspect growth that needed a biopsy, to […]

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Ballot By Ordeal

Despite a huge indifference towards dining at the unappetising looking General Election buffet table, on Thursday I’ll join fellow UK citizens in selecting an unwanted ballot box ‘dish’. Unappealing fare which’ll no doubt riddle us with indigestion for the next five years. Above is my poetic attempt at conveying, due to the uninspiring options available, my complete lack of enthusiasm for the task in hand, I liken the contemporary ballot box […]

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Today sees my last day on the North Yorkshire break hastily instigated a week ago in a bid to escape the relentless stress consequential of living at my mum’s abode. Anxiety levels heightened by our increasingly fraught relationship, which’d reached a plateau where yours truly genuinely feared, if unaddressed, I’d undergo another heart attack. That being said, I suspect spending four nights in a Thirsk cottage writing on my laptop, […]

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“Appen, Veterinary.”

I’m writing this life chronicle in a rural village four miles south of market town Thirsk, North Yorkshire. Apparently farmland on the periphery of this cottage, where I’m residing for a few days, former working haunts of veterinary/author James Herriot. The vet/penman whose series of books were heavily inspired by epiphanies sourced by real-life interactions with characters and scenery from this agrarian domain. Market towns such as Thirsk, Malton, Ripon […]

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