Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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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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Kashyyyk’s Got Talent

In the grand scheme of things it wasn’t a major problem. That being said, I’ve got to admit I was slightly disturbed to witness my mum dressed in almost identical coloured t-shirt and slacks as me when, today, picking her up from her local community centre coffee morning. A stop I made prior to our onward destination to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC), where Mrs S senior was to […]

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Dark Satanic Moor

Like the nearby mills alluded to in the William Blake poem ‘And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time’, Saddleworth Moor on the Yorkshire/Lancashire borders is a dark and satanic vision. This morning, after twice witnessing the foreboding scenery, during a trip across the Pennine to collect my mother from my Macclesfield based sister Helen, I felt moved to pen about this stark north Peak District moorland. In particular, an apparent possession of […]

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Long Live The King!!

It’s another humid day in the West Yorkshire metropolis I affectionately call home. For the third occasion this week, I’m penning my daily narrative at a coffee house within the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) located south of the city. Once again, the audio companions to my penmanship are the muffled conversations of Costa customers and day-to-day murmurs of WRSC patrons roaming the shopping mall in search of bargains and/or […]

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Judith & The Marigolds

This morning I undertook a couple of hours garden maintenance at Mrs S senior’s gaff. My work including the severe cutting back of an out of control clematis, along with enhancing chromatic outdoor views by potting up a bunch of bedding plants. This liberal hacking of clematis exposing a previously veiled pyracantha; my labour allowing it’s evergreen leaves to once again experience the warmth of solar rays. That being said, […]

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Welcome Home!

As a fan of the game who played club cricket for over thirty years it’d be remiss of me not to mention England cricket team’s victory in yesterday’s dramatic ICC World Cup final. A quite remarkable match where the tie was level after both the allotted 50 overs aside and the bonus six deliveries aimed at separating the sides. The host nation being awarded the trophy after cricket mad clergyman […]

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Going West

This morning I followed 19th century American author Horace Greeley’s advice of “Go west, young man!” My embracing of this adage a consequence of the need to drive Mrs Strachan senior (mater) to my sister’s home in Macclesfield. Certainly not a desire to follow the sentiments of Greeley’s advocacy of relocating to undertake an agricultural work role. A career move aimed at solve numerous national economic issues poverty and unemployment. […]

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