Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

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Thank You Very Much

This morning my consultant cardiologist discharged me from further followup appointments. Meetings which since my heart attack in January have become an unwanted but necessary element of yours truly’s existence. On leaving the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) my mind was cast back to Friday 11th January. A time laying in a cardio ward bed apprehensively wondering whether this Leeds Teaching Hospital chamber, a few hundred metres from the Hyde Terrace […]

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Literary Inferno

I’ve recently returned from the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC), in South Leeds, where I purchased a new printer upon which I intend to produce Word document copies of my daily narratives. At the cost of £19.99, this a gracious offer from monsieur WH Smith and his splendid stationery emporium. Quite perversely, the purchase price less than that of forking out for new ink cartridges for my old hardware. GJ […]

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Ceilliau Harry Secombe

I visited Wales for the first time over the weekend. At over 50 years of age, my inaugural sojourn to a nation the Welsh dub ‘lad of my fathers’ long overdue. This tardiness at sampling the domain famed for dragons, leeks and daffodils consequential of my preference to holiday at the nearer beach resorts; predominantly on the UK’s east coast. This, along with GJ Strachan’s alarming indifference to the topics of […]

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Careful What You Wish For, Again!

This morning yours truly woke to the sound of clanking ladders emanating from the bottom of our cul-de-sac. Not being inquisitive enough to poke my head through my bedroom curtains and look, I’ve no idea which company the perpetrators of the racket represented, or indeed what task they were undertaking. Hearing two male voices, though, it appear the noise was a joint effort. Unless, of course, it was one man […]

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It’s Only Five Minutes

Looking out from my sedentary position in the dining room of casa Strachan, it’s heartwarming to witness a fresh trimmed lawn, along with the chromatic beauty bequeathed by the still flowering summer and early autumn flora and fauna. Sedum, crocosmia, flox and begonia, along with the sprouting pyracantha berries presenting a gratifying image of pink, purple, orange and yellow surrounding for the canvas of newly shorn green blades. That being […]

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A Fall Comes Before Pride

The narrative penned earlier this morning was the 1600th I’ve written since embarking on this literary journey in March 2015. An odyssey which was the catalyst to dragging me from the metaphorical ditch where at that juncture of my life I’d lain for many months stricken with depression. Although my penmanship was/is unable to resolve many of the elements of my life that weighed heavily then (and remain now), this self-help […]

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The Subbuteo Team Isn’t Always Greener…..

After my brief overnight stay in Gateshead, I’d an incident free odyssey south on the A1(M); arriving back in Leeds yesterday afternoon. My journey predominantly spent with the late morning/midday solar rays positioned just to the left of the driving seat sun visor. Consequently, my singing along to the refrains on Sting’s ’10 Summoners Tales’ album was accompanied with pugilist-like weaving and bobbing of my head while seeking refuge from […]

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