Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Off The Wall Essays From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

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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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Wor Horse

I’m safely ensconced back in chez Strachan after a incident free journey back from Bedfordshire, where I’d resided for the last two evenings. My chauffeur, the one and only TW Brown (Bill) of County Durham manor, dropping me off prior to an onward journey to Sunderland. The amicable Mackem providing the ‘entertainment’ on the return odyssey by treating me a medley of songs from Andrew Lloyd-Webber musicals. Performed in his […]

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The Great Mackem Bake-Off

I’m trying to write this offering in the front room of my buddy Alan’s Bedfordshire home. With the background chatter of Alan and another mate Bill, I’m finding it hard to focus on the literary job in hand. Concentration levels that’ve diminished further when during my inadvertent eavesdropping I heard a stunning revelation that Bill recently baked an apple crumble. That’ll seem like no big deal to people who don’t […]

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212 Tinpot Avenue

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in central Leeds, ensconced among the Trinity Shopping Centre’s aesthetically pleasing amalgam of contemporary and Georgian architecture…… As I’d only ventured out of the house to get my screwdriver set from the garage, a situation I’d unexpectedly found myself in. Seriously, though, GJ Strachan’s afternoon was spent in our Metropolis’s ever evolving centre. Over a beer, I spent scheduled time catching up with an old […]

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License Not Always Required

Like many with a penchant for putting pen to paper, I often use artistic license in my prose. Fictional elements included aimed at incorporating humour, or merely to enhance the readworthiness of a otherwise dull anecdote. Additions required when GJ Strachan’s cascading of his monochrome lifestyle needs a dash of colour. It’s fair to say, as with numerous individuals, my real existence isn’t interesting enough to sustain a purely factual […]

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No Message Taken, Again

In the early 1990’s, I became an avid listener of an early evening Saturday radio show conceived by BBC Radio Five (later Five Live), which was fronted by a chirpy, motormouth Londoner named Danny Baker. An audio nugget I stumbled across by accident. This a consequence of leaving the radio broadcasting when Sports Report’s concluded as I was otherwise engaged extinguishing a grill fire that’d rendered my tea inedible. The […]

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Unachievable Aspirations?

Perching my posterior on a dining chair ready to commence today’s prose, the whirring of power tools are my uninvited audio companion. This din not a consequence of my wife’s new addiction to the Sky Pneumatic Drill channel on cable TV. No, this audible intrusion the result of my neighbour’s ongoing conversion…… Thankfully, Karen only needs a fix of broadcasted power drill cacophony during the early evening broadcasts. To clarify, […]

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