Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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Never Too Latte

Well, yesterday September picked up the monthly baton from departing predecessor August. Subsequently, we sit with two-thirds of year 2019’s race run and on the cusp of the autumnal season. This ninth month seeing the start of deciduous leaf fall and evening TV schedules improving, with a re-appearance of decent dramas where for the previous three months televisual detritus has reigned supreme. As I write, I’m perched on the mezzanine of […]

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Perils of Being Overly Affable

“I’m glad you found it…… It’s awful when you can’t find a book!” A well-meaning, yet idiosyncratic comment relayed last week by Mrs Strachan senior on hearing I’d managed to acquire a thus far elusive copy of the book ‘celebrating’ TV magazine show Sunday Brunch. The above tome standing at number three on my son Jonathon’s birthday wish list. The holy grail I’d sought for two weeks; a search not […]

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Job Vacancy

Yesterday a friend announced their Labrador has developed a disturbing culinary taste while they partook in saunters through local meadows and copses. This new unwanted dietary development presenting itself in the form of its habitual participation in daily ‘all you can eat’ binges of fox pooh. According to the dog’s owner the ambience provided by a mixture of fox pooh and wet fur, courtesy of the damp fields it roams, […]

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The George Bailey Years

I’m fairly reliably informed Leeds’ afternoon meteorological guest will be April showers. Precipitation no doubt welcomed with open arms by fields of arable crops and domestic spring flower beds. Flora and fauna whose exposure to almost uninterrupted Easter holiday sunshine exposing them to aridity akin to a human’s palate after ingesting ten Jacobs crackers in swift succession. I say fairly reliably informed in the previous paragraph as if truth be […]

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1970’s Pop Procurement

The Alpine pop man – For decades an extinct species akin to the dodo, Spangles and an inspirational politician. Sadly, no longer cheering up the homo sapien fledgling young with his bottled soft beverages; drinks whose sugar content was so high just pouring it from the bottle started the process of tooth rot. His crates of kaleidoscope coloured pop turning him to a pied piper on each street where his […]

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Fit For A Princess

In 1987, after taking voluntary redundancy from British Coal, I followed fragrant Tory Trade & Industry Minister Norman Tebbit’s advice to get on my bike to find employment. Consequently leading to me moving away from my childhood home of Gateshead. GJ Strachan’s new employer a banking clearing house based in Edgware, London. His home address now within the borders of Bedfordshire county. A contrasting amalgam of the affluent and scenic villages […]

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Bridge Over The River Aire

As I’m unable to drive until Friday, this morning my mum cadged a lift from family friend Jo to visit yours truly, her eldest offspring. No doubt frightened she’s been missing out on something in the week and a bit since I last saw her, on arrival the old lady interrogated me at length about my post-heart attack lifestyle. This ‘interview’ included checking the fridge and kitchen cupboards for signs […]

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