Monthly Archives: November 2014
Sax and the city*
A bottle crashes to the ground in an alleyway off the main street. Jewel-green splinters frame the edge of a dark puddle, iridescent with oil in the dull glow of the street light. Somewhere a tyre squeals, a youth shouts … Continue reading
One pig’s trotter, two pigeon carcasses and a soupçon of smoked sea salt
I read a recipe for coq au vin jaune in the weekend paper. It didn’t have the above ingredients, I should make clear, though they did make appearances elsewhere. In fact, the coq au vin jaune recipe seemed unusually (for … Continue reading
The Queen and I
I can’t imagine we have much in common, her majesty and I. Other than being British. What with me being a commoner and Catholic and all. My sister’s called Elizabeth – that’s a kind of connection. Tenuous, I know. But … Continue reading
Sacrifice
Tonight could be emotional. I grab a handful of tissues, stuff them in my bag. Braving twenty-seven sets of traffic lights, we drive into Liverpool. Stow our car in the warm space beneath the circular cathedral. Choose seats on one … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 