Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Boum!
No armchair for God today. Not even a paltry cushion. No, I’m not having visions, I’m singing – in my head. It’s an old song by the French singer, Charles Trenet, in which this line appears: ‘Et le bon Dieu … Continue reading
It’ll all end in lawnmowers
‘I’m sorry,’ says the nice man, as he charges me £60 for a few minutes’ work. To be honest, it was worth it. Not least because it was all my fault. You see, I’ve been a bit irascible the last … Continue reading
Happy and sad and Caitlin Moran
1. Happy She’s done something terrific, Caitlin Moran – well, with a few other high-profile people. The campaign #helpiscoming is raising money for Save the Children. That’s fantastic. Ms Moran mentions, in her column in today’s Times magazine (behind a … Continue reading
Blood on the wall, guts on the floor – ah, the wonder of nature
It’s that time of year – again. Funny how the seasons keep on coming around, but it’s always a bit of a surprise when you notice. When I notice, I mean. The last few mornings, mist has hung like a … Continue reading
Do you like your shrimps shaken – or stirred?
James Bond likes his shrimps potted. It’s the bizarre kind of fact a journalist finds useful for livening up a dull article. I once worked on a magazine in Park Lane, London. At Christmas the printers used to take my … Continue reading
Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls. Two gold llamas. And, Chopin woz ‘ere
We went by train – 35 miles or so as the crow flies. More than an hour and a half, on a Sunday. An interesting journey, chugging past lonely chimneys, their factories long gone. Well, mostly. ‘Uncle Joe’s mint balls … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 