Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Five years ago a life episode played out which, although shaking my being to the very core, became a catalyst for positive life changes on my part. Transformations which have enhanced my life immeasurably; subsequently, augmenting my self-worth and esteem. Let me point out this life event, the suffering of a heart attack, could've been... Continue Reading →
Since returning from my Portuguese vacation on Friday, frustratingly I’ve been laid low with overwhelming fatigue and ‘the runs’. The only plus side of the latter being frequent dashes to the bathroom have meant, despite illness, I am maintaining my daily Fit Bit step target. With regards the tiredness element of my condition, I feel... Continue Reading →
Scene - Friday afternoon in an east Leeds coffee shop. A middle-aged man of erratic mind enjoys a catch up over a cappuccino with an uncle in his dotage. Perched on stools on stools in the company of local coffee patrons and three baristas, what follows are excerpts from the duo's post-noon verbal exchanges. "Things... Continue Reading →
Four years ago yesterday a life episode played out which, although shaking my being to the very core, became a positive catalyst for significant life changes on my part. Transformations which have enhanced my life immeasurably; subsequently, augmenting my self-worth and esteem. Let me point out this life event, the suffering of a heart attack,... Continue Reading →
Six days after changing from a positive to a negative COVID condition I'm still suffering from fluctuating energy levels. In fact I was so wiped out on Saturday I slept for huge swathes of the day. Only vacating my pit to eat lunch and dinner, along with a spontaneous episode where I felt moved to... Continue Reading →
Recently. I visited my GP surgery for an annual health checkup. This series of examinations incorporating a blood test, along with blood pressure, weight and cholesterol checks; the medical assessment brought to a conclusion by a dietary overview. The nurse who undertook the checks was happy that my weight was within recommended parameters for my... Continue Reading →
As I'm pushed for time today, in lieu of a newly crafted monologue, I thought I'd share an old narrative I wrote three years ago today; seventeen days after suffering heart attack. Some may deem regurgitating literary output from three winters ago to be a lazy approach by GJ Strachan. Detractors perhaps opining this notion... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, in 'celebration' of reaching the third anniversary since suffering a heart attack, I relayed the first narrative written from my hospital bed post-cardio scare. With my gratitude to the skilled LGI cardiologist and his team still at the very forefront of my mind, today I enclose the words I penned following the heart procedure... Continue Reading →
This is my first tarry to the keyboard for three days. The time between the trinity of dusk/dawns since my return from a weekend in Newcastle spent predominantly in bed; where I drifted in and out of sleep to the backdrop of audiobooks. During these hours ventures for a COVID-19 PCR test and a GP... Continue Reading →