Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Travelling through time and space – with a crache
I watched Doctor Who last night. ‘I don’t know where I am!’ Such a familiar feeling. So now it’s Sunday morning and the wretched clocks have gone forward – depriving me of yet another hour’s sleep. But I’m ready for … Continue reading
A man walks into a bar. . . Pub conversation, Zambia-style
Football. It’s a universal language – well except in the USA of course. (What’s that? That other game they play with the pointy ball that isn’t rugby? American football. Doh.) Anthro-man walks into a bar. In Zambia. ‘Hello, how are … Continue reading
HP Sauce, pipe tobacco, betting slips – and standing room only at ‘our local’
A bank holiday. A beautiful sunny day, the spring-blue sky marked only by a very few fragile clouds. A relief after all that glowering gloom and incessant snow. Sparse incessant snow. Enough to remind you it’s wretchedly cold, but too … Continue reading
Small town, big lives
Snow has etched white lines into the wet, dark furrows in the fields. Spring is shivering underground, hiding under bark, cowering inside buds, slowed almost to a halt by the bitter winds from the east and the fallen, frozen flakes. … Continue reading
Full in the panting: on dealing with disappointment and dodging the black dog
We’re still conducting the grand experiment, Atheist-man and I. A year of living religiously – well, in the sense of religiously going to church each Sunday, anyway. It’s making a big impression on both of us. We relish the time … Continue reading
Eleven footballs* and a five letter word – a thought for the day
It’s dark. Curtains are drawn. If the outdoor light goes on when we lob the footballs over the fence the people inside won’t notice. (I retract that ‘we’. The man of this house will lob them over. Throwing balls was … Continue reading
The fall of the Fort of Ussher?
We’re in a taxi heading back into Accra from the University at Legon, our first and only attempt at sightseeing on this very short visit. As we near the coast, the throat-searing fumes spewed from elderly vehicles stuck in stagnant … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 