Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
The button box, the relic and global obsolescence
I took my button box out of the cupboard a couple of weeks ago. Ever since then I’ve found myself wandering over to look at it, or gazing at it when I’m sitting nearby. I don’t know exactly why. Am … Continue reading
Golf. Just when I’d begun to …
I won’t say accept it, that would be silly – what difference would that make to anything (or anyone)? Tolerate it, perhaps? No, it was a smidge more positive than that – but anyway. A few days ago I opened … Continue reading
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Songwriter Gerry Goffin died. A woman I know tweeted, ‘he wrote with the heart and head of a girl’. Didn’t he just. I don’t need to hear this song. The Carole King version. It’s in my head for all time. … Continue reading
Cadbury. Not so sweet.
I have a personal mind-trainer. He reads things like New Scientist. Digests the tough stuff, regurgitates it in easy-to-assimilate chunks. Sometimes he’s on the receiving end of, ‘please – shut up! I can’t cope with any more.’ But even then, … Continue reading
‘To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive’.* Really?
June. Winter in the southern hemisphere. The year 2011. A man walks into the bar – yes I know, I use it too often. But there’s a reason. Besides the fact we’re often in the bar, before you say it. … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 