Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
The British Prime Minister has, it is reported, described political opponents who do not agree with his proposal to extend our involvement in the Syrian conflict as “terrorist sympathisers”. I am not alone in being both shocked and angry. I … Continue reading
Jesus weeps. The Pope, Christmas, war – and lemon myrtle soap
The pope gave a sermon last month which was widely reported. It was timely. The western world was turning its thoughts to the annual winter ritual of overspending and over-eating. No surprise, then, that the resulting headlines all seemed to … Continue reading
The customer is always – irrelevant?
Here in Britain one of our oldest shops is Marks and Spencer. It started life in Leeds, Yorkshire, as a market stall. By the time I was a child it had become a well-loved and respected chain selling knitwear and … Continue reading
There’s a hole in my heart where Mary used to be
Saturday night. The last train home. The station’s bright and light. The sound of squiffy silliness peppers the air. There’s no menace, no riotous shouting. No spitting, or pissing, or – you know – any of those ‘I wish I’d … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 