Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Well met, stranger not so close encounters of the human kind Just a note to tell you I’ve set up another blog site with the aim of focusing entirely on other people – people I’ve met, for one reason or … Continue reading
Sax and the city*
A bottle crashes to the ground in an alleyway off the main street. Jewel-green splinters frame the edge of a dark puddle, iridescent with oil in the dull glow of the street light. Somewhere a tyre squeals, a youth shouts … Continue reading
One pig’s trotter, two pigeon carcasses and a soupçon of smoked sea salt
I read a recipe for coq au vin jaune in the weekend paper. It didn’t have the above ingredients, I should make clear, though they did make appearances elsewhere. In fact, the coq au vin jaune recipe seemed unusually (for … Continue reading
The Queen and I
I can’t imagine we have much in common, her majesty and I. Other than being British. What with me being a commoner and Catholic and all. My sister’s called Elizabeth – that’s a kind of connection. Tenuous, I know. But … Continue reading
Sacrifice
Tonight could be emotional. I grab a handful of tissues, stuff them in my bag. Braving twenty-seven sets of traffic lights, we drive into Liverpool. Stow our car in the warm space beneath the circular cathedral. Choose seats on one … Continue reading
A rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but …
… roses don’t indulge in matrimony, to the best of my knowledge. They do have individual names, so you know what to expect by way of leaf and blossom and flowering habit. Some are silly, some are serious and some … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 