Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

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Glass House Dwellers Strike Again!!

Yesterday, on reading 40 year old TV presenter Caroline Flack had taken her own life I felt moved me to broach the subject of depression in essay. My words not laid down in pontification, or indeed from a misguided position of self-righteousness which’d be rank hypocrisy on my part. Moreover, observations taken from my own experiences fighting affliction by recurring depressive disorder. Deeming it as airing my dirty washing in […]

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What Do I Owe You?!

Today sees a late start to yours truly chronicling my daily observations. Due to two visits to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) with Mrs Strachan senior, it’s now almost 4.30pm as I commence jotting down Tuesday’s notions. The initial sojourn to the south Leeds retail outlet embarked upon to secure Maggie’s weekly comestibles; the latter a consequence of neglecting to purchase birthday cards on the first trip. Although both […]

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Grinning Vokes

After a brief sabbatical close to the town of Whitby, I’m back in Leeds. My maison de vacances for the last few days located a five minute stroll from Skinningrove beach, North Yorkshire. It’s unspoilt cove the outstanding feature of this coastal village; a locale which exists in capricious harmony with the North Sea’s unforgiving waves and bracing winds. Gust-sourced sandstorms providing a perfect remedy for clearing ones woolly heads resultant […]

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Russell’s Reflections

Last year, quite by accident I became aware of excerpts from the work of late philosopher/essayist Bertrand Russell. Knowledge I stumbled upon on during binge watching YouTube videos of thought-provoking advocacies delivered by individuals such as Stephen Fry, Christopher Hitchens, Richard Dawkins and Sam Harris. In a compilation of celluloid lectures, where sitting engrossed at all four’s compelling debating style, I learned of a universal reverence borne by the quartet bore […]

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Two Tribes

Today’s itinerary includes the production and publishing of website prose, a gym session, a pharmacist visit and choir rehearsal. Events ensuring I’ll spent my next few hours in the company of creativity, perspiration, medication and enthusiastically delivered warbling….. And that’s just when I’m writing! Seriously, though, the penmanship and choir attendance undertaken as vehicles towards improving my mental health wellbeing – The gym and medication necessary for yours truly’s physical […]

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Filling Good

Last summer’s two week stay in the Betty Ford Clinic (BFC), where a strict regime of good diet, drinking more water than’s held in place by the Hoover Dam and counselling, resulted in me departing it’s buildings and grounds with my Haribo gummy sweet addiction in check. Yours truly’s favourable outcome consequential of a fortnight’s focus, discipline and stoicism on my part. This addiction bringing with it misery, pain and […]

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Gore Blimey, Mate!

As I await the diminishing of it’s boiling water temperature to avoid scalding, my coffee house Americano with semi-skimmed milk currently sits tantalisingly in front of me. In desperate need of caffeine infusion, this wait undertaken with greater impatience than usual. An erratic overnight sleep resulting in a cranial numbness I’d imagine bears similarities to the stupefaction consequential of watching an episode of tabloid reality TV show Love Island. As […]

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