Author Archives: memoirsofahusk

Rape, the gender pay gap and that other ‘f’ word

If you missed – or ignored – the recent bout of, ‘I’m not a feminist, I like looking pretty and having men hold doors open for me’ versus ‘you empty-headed idiot, someone died so you could have the vote,’ I’m … Continue reading

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Fish and kiss

Have you heard of the Wars of the Roses? Hmm. I think you’ll need the gist of this bit of British history if you’re to understand what follows – which is actually, I’ll be honest, more about chips (the British … Continue reading

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Why I spit in the eye of wedding anniversaries. A true story (with the best bit at the end).

It started off as it meant to go on, our marriage. Not quite ordinary. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not mutants from some distant planet masquerading as earthlings. It’s just, we have trouble doing what’s expected of us. Or perhaps … Continue reading

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Help! Nuclear meltdown! We’re all going to die!

Two rows of women sit either side of a small conveyor belt. I say women, but I don’t think of myself as ‘woman’ yet. I’m eighteen and a half. On each desk is a grey telephone console with a row … Continue reading

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The poet-tramp-novelist and the dragonfly

No time to stand and stare. You know the quote, don’t you? Or do you? ‘What is this life if, full of care/ we have not time to stand and stare?’ [A classic example of the importance of commas, btw, … Continue reading

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I wanna hold your hand (but you wouldn’t want to hold mine)

I’m out, driving, on chore-related business. The radio, as usual, is on. Tuned – also as usual – to BBC radio middle-middle-class. No, not the classical one. No, not the middle-of-the-road music one. The talking one. Crikey, even radio’s becoming … Continue reading

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A shrine, a power station and three (female) astrophysicists

I’m doing a little trip, on my own. Archaeo-man’s off to Africa, archaeo-ing. Me – I’m making a pilgrimage. It begins well. A leisurely start – mug of tea, dipping a biscuit. Gazing out of the window at the birds … Continue reading

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