Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm accompanied by the orchestral caterwauling of various workmen outside of my apartment as I commence this journal. The culprits of this disagreeable soundscape a bunch of high visibility vested fellas seemingly intent on distracting me from the literary task at hand... Well, if truth be told, although these highlighter pen lookalikes are quite vocal,... Continue Reading →
This morning it was great to be back on the metaphorical saddle of the metaphorical horse called Collecting For MacMillan. It's been eighteen long months since GJ Strachan's last experienced the vim boost borne from undertaking voluntary work, and I've missed it enormously. COVID blocking off another uplifting avenue to further mess with my strained... Continue Reading →
On Friday I began a voluntary role where for a few hours a week I'll act as social media administrator for a charitable group. My task entailing sporadic monitoring of newly created Twitter and Facebook accounts for the East Leeds Marie Curie fundraising group. These accounts manifesting from a desire to raise the profile of... Continue Reading →
I was up and out of Strachan Towers by 6am this morning - My mission should I wish to accept it (which I did) to attend the Wakefield Hospice 10k run. I hasten to add this wasn't as a participant, my days of middle distance running now firmly behind me. Now only distant memories untidily... Continue Reading →
As I commence this literary offering, I'm sitting in situ of the living room sofa in my modest three-bedroomed abode in east Leeds. The settee in question is a brown leather three-seater; which I find comfortable but my wife thinks has seen better days...... One of them was yesterday when it didn't have my fat... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I attended the inaugural action group meeting of MacMillan’s Leeds fundraising section. During an informal overview in the setting of a city centre hotel conference room, the Leeds fundraising manager initially reminded the team of the vast array of MacMillan support and services at the disposal of cancer sufferers and their families. Six years into my wife's cancer journey, I... Continue Reading →
Comfort buying; the last bastion of the person unfulfilled by the costless gifts given to us by nature, art, a humanitarian act and the wisdom of an erudite mind. A route taken, although not recommended by Sat Nav, that draws in the misguided with false expectations of lasting existential contentment. Comfort buying; the misplaced... Continue Reading →
I’ve just spent two hours dressed in a yellow tabard, wearing a huge daffodil on my head and with a box around my neck containing daffodil lapel pins. To clarify, when I say I had a huge daff on my head I mean a hat in that design, not that I have a yellow flower... Continue Reading →