Author Archives: memoirsofahusk

“The horn, the horn, the lusty horn”

Posted on September 15, 2017

There was rain and wind and troubled sleep. There were tired eyes and weary limbs. But it was worth it. For the thrill of a new and strange experience. An experience unique in all the world. Unique to … Staffordshire. … Continue reading →

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Gui-tars and Garter Stitch

Posted on September 12, 2017

British friends and rellies thought we were mad. I thought we were mad. Hurricane one had already hit, devastating Houston. Hurricane two was limbering up in the wings, gulping steroids. Somehow we’d booked our flight to Texas for the lull … Continue reading →

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The line: is it drawn? The curse: is it cast?

Posted on August 31, 2017

Well? Will you get out of the way? Or lend a hand? Forgive me. I’m taking liberties with the words of Nobel-Literature-Prize-winning poet, songster and disappointing-live-performer, Bob Dylan. Yes, disappointing. I was disappointed. Except for his rendition of ‘Something’ by … Continue reading →

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