Monthly Archives: August 2012
It’ll all end in tiaras
I wouldn’t go to the hairdressers, to be honest, if I could blow dry it myself, but what with the frozen shoulder and the frizzy hair – it just looks better if they do it. But last time I was … Continue reading
Tapeworm eggs, Sheba’s Breasts and Waiting for a Friend
I’m having a flashback to the weekend before the exile. I’m all alone, kneeling in front of a tarpaulin, staring at a huge chunk of bloody flesh and bone – an impala’s hindquarters. Impalas leap as they run, springing off … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 