Author Archives: memoirsofahusk

Oh, Henry!

Dolls. I can see them, feel them, smell them, even though they are, all but one, long gone. Don’t get the wrong idea, I had cars, Lego, a clockwork train set. And a wind-up motor boat. Which I wound up … Continue reading

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No bogeymen

“Oh what a beautiful mor-nin’, oh what a  beautiful day, I’ve got a beautiful feelin’ … “ Pull the curtains and it’s blue out there. Cold, but blue. Sleeping upstairs, in the snug, on the sofabed, as the Prof (in … Continue reading

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Us and them

‘Yeah, all right,’ I said, to a cheeky young lad, The lad was standing outside Cartwright Hall. Which is in Lister Park. Which is on the edge of Manningham, in Bradford, West Yorkshire. I’d been avoiding real world issues for … Continue reading

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Say, ‘cheese’

I don’t. Say, ‘cheese.’ I ask people to say, ‘sausages,’ if I’m taking a posed picture. It makes them giggle, look at each other, appear more interesting. I prefer people pictures when they’re odd, casual, quirky. Catching an elusive moment. … Continue reading

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Who was Sylvia?

The acrid scent of turmeric prickles tourist noses, where once sooty coal smoke settled in workers’ lungs. Grey clouds loom over lofty moors, threatening afternoon rain. People mill through the lunching hours, questing quinoa, gorging on gluten-free cakes. Hebden Bridge. … Continue reading

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Supermodel, with Balls

It was raining. Hard. Long-unused umbrellas opened like reluctant flowers, showering hurrying heads with dust and desiccated spiders. My new friends had driven me into Haworth for the evening from the refurbished cotton mill where I was staying. Nestled between … Continue reading

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Limbo

Here I am. Sitting at my desk. Anxious. Waiting. Again. After last week’s tense, stressful wait for the prof’s immigration status to be legalised when his first visa reached its end date. (Normally done without too much hassle by contacting … Continue reading

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