Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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Any Old Iron

Living back in the matriarchal abode has many challenges, one of which the regression back nearly half a century to experiencing admonishment for actions my mother finds irritating. This includes the incessant tapping of my fingers on the kitchen table, bad table manners and the increasing use of curse words, which in recent months have habitually entered my conversation. Maggie (the family matriarch) is of the opinion that use of […]

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Life In An Episode of ‘Sorry!’

It’s Tuesday and I’m still afflicted by the catarrh laden cough I penned about in Sunday’s literary offering, Untuned Catarrh. A fact leading to my disenchantment growing ever stronger, as I’m still not able to get through the night without regularly waking myself by coughing up phlegm. Taking into account the overnight capriciousness of my middle-aged bladder, it’s fair to say my current sleep pattern is pretty erratic. This morning, on […]

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A Rose For The Garden of England

Tomorrow, my daughter Rachel leaves her childhood home in Leeds, moving into a flat with her partner in Kent. The town of Tunbridge Wells becoming her new home, in the county whose aesthetic beauty earns it the moniker of ‘The Garden of England’. What amazes me is how many people seem to know she’s moving to Kent; lots of individuals have recently muttered it in my direction while walking past […]

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I Should Coco

There’s a saying that, with its chromatic scenery, the county of Kent is ‘The Garden of England’. Waking to yet another day of incessant precipitation, I’ve concluded there’s something behind the cliche that Lancashire*** county is casa England’s shower tray. *** – The county west of my home county Yorkshire, where I’m residing for a few days with a group of friends. I’m residing in a lodge at a resort park […]

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Jack Strachan’s Chippy

In the late 1950’s/early 1960’s my grandparents owned a fish and chip restaurant on land which later became the roundabout at junction 27 of the M62 at Birstall. This land on the cusp of Gildersome and Morley – Suburban bastions separated by Gelderd Road in the  west of Leeds. Although his tenure as the Harry Ramsden*** of Gildersome didn’t extend until I was born, anecdotally**** I’m told it was an […]

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Counterfeit

I’m commencing this Sunday morning blog sustained by a comfort food breakfast of a cuppa and sausage sandwich. I didn’t get an opportunity to pen a narrative yesterday; a result of spending time in the company of with my brother Ian. Yours truly’s younger sibling my lifelong best buddy who I’d not seen for around six months…… And, no he hasn’t been in prison, our kid just lives miles away. […]

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Knowing The Difference

Mercifully, the jet lag is abating after my recent Rip Van Winkle-esque slumber. A sleep of such longevity it would probably be more accurate to class it as a hibernation on my part. When I woke around 10.45am this morning it was a relief to have returned to a conscious state whereby, for the first time in 48 hours, I at least knew what day it was. Neurological wherewithal which […]

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