Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

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Walk of Life

Not that I’m complaining, but post-angioplasty I’m unable to drive my car*** for a week. A situation I deem as a mere minor inconvenience, hopefully contributing to a calmer, more reflective lifestyle, which of late has burgeoned with significantly more drama than I’d prefer. The GJ Strachan soap opera current plot lines proving quite a challenge to the scene’s main protagonists. *** – I’m unsure why I felt the need […]

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Avenues & Alleyways

This time tomorrow I’ll be Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) in situ undergoing an exploratory angiogram procedure. A followup op to an investigative treadmill stress test I underwent a couple of months ago. That being said, I’m not overly daunted that in twenty four hours time my radial artery will be punctured to allow a camera to examine the highways and byways around my coronary arteries. Why should I be?….. I […]

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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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Avoiding The Well-Meaning Slap

I join todays writing fray around half a minute after temporarily choking myself with an uncouth gulp of tepid tea. Thankfully this self-afflicted carelessness only caused a minor irritation to my gag reflex; resulting in only minimal alarm to my briefly startled nervous system. Consequently, there was no elongated spurting of beverage through my nostrils, or indeed the need for someone to administer a recovery blow to my back, akin […]

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Sausages

I’m sitting in a cardio outpatient waiting room as I commence this essai quotidien. My attendance required as a pre-assessment for an upcoming coronary angiogram in August. GJ Strachan’s current area of lingering set within Leeds General Infirmary’s (LGI) hallowed corridors. Perched on a comfortable enough pew, I scan the seated area seeking inspiration for today’s prose. This gratuitous people watching highlighting my fellow patients fill in their waiting time […]

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Holding A Tune

This morning, I undertook the next step in my cardio rehab programme, enrolling on a local leisure centre’s circuits class. A session filled with mucho perspiration, intense focus of programme objectives and the realisation that wearing your undies on the outside of your tracks bottoms doesn’t necessarily impart you with superhuman powers. The latter a faux pas caused by my disorientated state while dressing post reveille. Talking of superheroes, despite my […]

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Why? Why? Why?

I’ve felt physically drained over the past few days. Witnessing this constant rain seemingly bearing the same energy depleting qualities which Samson experienced after a trip to the barbers. The Nazarite’s flowing locks, which initially attracted him to his beau Delilah, the fabled source of his immense strength. Their removal rendering him vulnerable to enemies, as well as less inclined to respond positively when his barber asked him “Something for […]

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