Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sunday witnessed me in reflective mood; in particular pondering matters ecclesiastical. Amongst numerous spiritual notions crossing my mind was if God did indeed maketh man what warranty was he offering....... Not to mention, whether there's a uniform in the afterlife, and if so does take into account clothing allergies. I've written before about the faith... Continue Reading →
Over recent years, a melting pot of stark existential episodes have seriously diminished my faith in a higher power. These seemingly endless imposters dinting my belief in a holy trinity and, after a series of poor performances, rugby team Wakefield Trinity. Although my dad wasn't religious, my mum brought my siblings and me up to... Continue Reading →
There's a plethora of adaptations which the global family've been forced to embrace on planet COVID. Social distancing, lockdown, denial of meeting friends and family just a few undesired concessions necessitated by the pathogen. Consequential of this, it dawned on me how a section of these restrictive edicts have rendered worthless the need of diary... Continue Reading →
It's just ten days before Leeds United's footballing return to (hopefully) conclude the 2019/20 COVID delayed Championship season. A remaining nine games which'll (again hopefully) propel the club back into the Premiership after sixteen years in English football's second tier or lower. In pundit parlay, prior to coronavirus induced cessation of footballing hostilities, my half... Continue Reading →
Battleship grey of hue, the West Yorkshire skies are as dark and satanic as the mills articled in poet William Blake's prose. Despite it being 9.30am, I'm chronicling these words illuminated by two lamps; beacons whose shift at this calendar juncture ordinarily doesn't commence until around 9.30pm. I'm no meteorologist, but I'd suggest today's cloud... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, as shadows lengthened while solar rays ventured ever westward, I posed sedentary at casa Strachan's patio table To counter the consequential diminishing temperatures I ignited a chiminea wood fire. A pyre which burned fervently a foot, or so, from my uncovered legs, providing a comforting warmth to previously chilled lower limbs. Fleetingly, yours... Continue Reading →
I've absolutely no issue with religion per se. The comfort it brings to those with faith in a host of dreadful situations is heartwarming and noble. In addition, I've nothing but admiration for those who live by the ecclesiastical edicts they serve as a life choice to follow. I am, though, baffled by individuals who... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I'd a second visit to church in five days when attending a Commemoration of the Faithful Departed service at St Michael's Church in East Ardsley. My previous attendance in a congregation occurring last Wednesday when I attended the funeral of my great aunt Rosa, in Ossett. Both magnificent 'old school' churches, Wednesday's place... Continue Reading →
During a recent attempt to broaden my intellectual horizons, I was intrigued to read a statement by the late author, social critic and public intellectual Christopher Hitchens, claiming “Once you assume a creator and a plan, it makes us objects in a cruel experiment, whereby we are created sick, and commanded to be well.” An... Continue Reading →