Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
The beholding I
Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to make a fuss about it. But I think I’ve acquired a supernatural power. I know. Unlikely. But I’ve suspected it for some time and on Sunday I decided I was right. You see, … Continue reading
‘She’s leaving home…’
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading
If you would like to see a few more pictures and a video you have to turn sideways to watch, oops! 😉 of the small press I visited and wrote about in Dylan, dogs and the devil it is now … Continue reading
Where there is sun, there are shadows
I couldn’t identify the Big Friendly Giant – but then he had no nose. The bishop, though, was instantly recognisable. He had a mitre. And a sign. Plus he was standing right beside the church gate. His ecclesiastical lordship, the … Continue reading
Dylan, dogs and the Devil
The gale force wind had calmed a little, though the evidence remained. Everywhere the verges were strewn with debris, as if an automotive bridal procession had just passed by, the bridesmaids strewing branches. Late, as usual, stress kept me company … Continue reading
The Duke and I, on being human
Corporate grit. That’s how I think of the myriad little things that used to irritate me when I worked in corporate world. One of those bits of grit was the term, ‘human resources’. And in that I had an unlikely … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 