Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

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Punishment To Fit The Crime

Solar rays envelope large swathes of West Yorkshire as I write. The meteorological god Zeus finally turning off the celestial precipitation tap*** allowing me to finally get into the garden to undertake much needed maintenance. Not my own garden back in LS15, but the lawns and borders of my mother’s WF3 home. *** – I only hope Zeus isn’t on a water meter, otherwise this last week will’ve cost him […]

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During the half century I’ve resided on this dysfunctional planet I’ve been confronted by numerous intriguing life questions. Among them an irritational compulsion to unearth what the Q stood for in the name of my childhood optician JQ Summers. The affable Scotsman who practised his ophthalmic trade in a shop opposite the Cannon pub on Durham Road in Low Fell, Gateshead. And latterly in a property next to The Griddle […]

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Fire Up The DeLorean, Marty!

For the first time since childhood, this morning I’d cause to utilise Germolene antiseptic cream. I’ll openly admit it not the most interesting minutiae you’ll hear today. However, I felt moved to mention undertaking the act as, with it’s distinctive aroma, exposure to this germ battling lotion evoked memories of my fledgling years. On suffering a cut or graze as kids, my siblings and yours truly were oft recipients of […]

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Tower Town Tale

I had a drive over to Blackpool yesterday, dropping mater off at the home of long-standing close family friends – A clan who’ve been thick as thieves with my brood since meeting in their native Leeds in early 1960’s. Although the tower town is a place I’ve not visited much in adulthood, it’s a domain that rekindles numerous fond memories from childhood. Times of sun, sand and sh***ing myself aboard […]

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The Eleven Pauls

I was saddened yesterday to read of ex-Leeds United utility man Paul Madeley’s death at the age of 73. A consummate professional footballer, Madeley displayed career long loyalty to the team who played a few hundred yards from his childhood home. For eighteen years, a class act on and off field, representing both club and country with distinction, loyalty and skill, earning him manager Don Revie’s laudation of displaying the […]

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Off Spinning In His Grave

I see the Aussie cricket team have admitted to ball tampering during the last Test Match against South Africa at the weekend. An incident that led to the Australian Prime Minister appeared in the press condemning team captain Steve Smith and others who sanctioned or carried out the act of cheating. The Aussies were copped when bowler Cameron Bancroft was caught on TV camera carrying out cricket ball tinkering in […]

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Loco Motives

Childhood domain bound, tracks below feet Domicile o’ inculcation, though birthplace possesses heart Half century crisis of identity, through yeti unable to embrace Self-induced purgatory, mind tormented for his folly If purgatory a halfway house, then has he departed? His final journey, destination redemption.   Locomotive, what are loco man’s motives Tracks are not of tears, like The Miracles Cathartic sojourn, bridge of Tyne rebuilding Redemption sought extinguishing burning pont Time […]

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