Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Oh dear. Someone’s been reading my blog. Was it you?
Dear People-who-have-followed-me-since-I-was-Freshly-Pressed, I don’t know if it’s the done thing to send you a letter, but does that matter? After all, I don’t exist, do I? If anyone can get away with it I can. So … Thank you. Thank … Continue reading
Weeping angels and speaking hearts
Since the age of eight I’ve been a fan of Doctor Who, a children’s TV programme in which an anonymous Doctor (who?) travels through time and space, battling evil. The Doctor’s also a Time Lord, which means he ‘regenerates’ rather … Continue reading
The lip pencil of invisibility. And a grown-up woman’s request for JK Rowling.
Are you fraying round the edges? I’m not too bad, but then I never smoked – not much, anyway. I did buy two packets of Gitanes when I was at university so I could stick the packets on my wall. … Continue reading
Two dog night, no dog morning
Saturday. Under clear blue skies we set sail for Manchester. (I lie. We drive.) The hotel’s grand. Victoriana at its best. Come six o-clock we head out, past the old town hall, accessorised for fun with helter-skelter, big wheel and … Continue reading
A cloud of unknowing. A cloud of forgetting. Where’s it all going to end?
I’ve woken up dazed. A concert arena popped up in my head overnight. The band’s last encore finished hours ago and the crowds have melted away, leaving fragments of tickets, bits of Malteser bags, beer-stains on the floor. It’s an … Continue reading
Africa, the first time. Passports are important things.
You learn a lot from travel, not always the obvious things about culture, diversity, language and stuff. My first trip to Africa taught me that you really should keep your passport up to date. Especially if you have ‘journalist’ as your … Continue reading
The Grand Local
In hairdressing salons all around town girls coiffed in big rollers sit, patiently, reading magazines, scrolling phones. Waiting for lash extensions, manicures, make-up. Outside, bitter gusts blow rubbish down the street. Men wearing scarves bend into the wind as they walk. Women in … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 