Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Death, burial – and untimely resurrection
The dead were fast becoming the underlying (sorry) theme of our trip to Uppsala. First it was ancient DNA. Then, as day two dawned – actually, it was long after dawn – it was the turn of Viking burials. Replete … Continue reading
An airlock, rune mastery & the meaning of life
The Swedish train was impressive. We’d flown into Stockholm from Manchester – after another early taxi thanks to untimely rail strikes – with carry-on luggage only, for a (slightly) cheaper ticket. In no time at all we were standing, somewhat … Continue reading
Trips off my tongue
I’ll soon be writing up the first of what may be several pieces about our recent trip to Sweden, but, in the meantime, hope you’ll enjoy these appetisers, fresh from my little pink notebook. Word-food-pictures 1 At Hambergsfisk – a … Continue reading
On loneliness and ear-worms
Where do ear-worms live, do you suppose? An ear-worm farm? Fed on the wasted energy of YouTubers? Wherever it came from, it’s been about about three weeks since a big, fat, Gilbert O’Sullivan ear worm crawled into my internal sound … Continue reading
“The horn, the horn, the lusty horn”
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
Gui-tars and Garter Stitch
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
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 