Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Who you calling a sissy?
It’s meant to be derogatory, isn’t it? Calling someone a sissy. Sad to think that it started out as ‘sis’ meaning sister. As an insult it’s usually applied to males displaying signs of fear, cowardliness, timidity. The implication being that’s … Continue reading
Soundscapes [The Great Escape, days 3 &4]
Tired legs. A little light rain. Wimbledon on the BBC. Day three becomes a day of rest. I’m finding something deep and reassuring in Haworth on this visit. As if the town is built on a well of feelings. And … Continue reading
Weathering Heights [The Great Escape, day 2]
‘Don’t trust anyone who tells you they know a short-cut!’ So says one young woman as a group of them emerge from the deep shade of many trees on a steeply sloping hillside. We take no short cuts. But still … Continue reading
Worn. [The Great Escape, day 1]
A sunny Sunday in Haworth. No traffic. No urban buzz. Just gentle tourists bumbling around, collecting pollen (in cake form) from the cafes and the bakery. Some, wearing Joni Mitchell’s ‘passport smiles’, hail from foreign countries. They’ve done the Parsonage … Continue reading
A song (or two) for Europe
On Friday I felt like a shadow. Everything looked real, but I didn’t feel real. The world had changed – but yet it hadn’t. Today I feel like a puppet on dodgy strings. One minute I’m acting my part as … Continue reading
Ripe I cry
I haven’t spelt the title wrong. This isn’t a rant about rape, even though it’s a subject very much in the news as I write. (And even though I’m often inclined to rant about rape. With reason.) No, the title’s … Continue reading
Stilettoes, a crotch and a strong scent of …
Whatever you’re thinking it’s probably wrong. But I don’t care. Actually, that’s a lie. I do care. I’m writing while listening to the radio, to a woman who’s CEO of Lloyds of London, ‘the world’s specialist insurance market’. Globally important, … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 