Category Archives: Art, jaunts & going out

Of tinkers, magic – and the perils of mixing grape and chain.

Posted on October 28, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

I’m holding a small piece of black plastic with a hole at the top, like a short, fat, dysfunctional needle. Or a midget-sized witch’s magic wand. I waft the holey end in front of a little light and – abracadabra … Continue reading →

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Temples, ruins and too much information

Posted on October 17, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Monasteries, abbeys, priories – they never look so good as when they’re ruined, don’t you think? I spent many a childhood holiday trotting behind a father who was batty about architecture. Grand houses decked out in precious furniture and china … Continue reading →

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Bombs, war and death-bringers. Another great day out.

Posted on September 23, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Once upon a time, I worked for a magazine that spelt ‘defence’ ‘defense’. It was one of three magazines in the stable of an American specialist publisher and I was, for a while, the nearest thing they had to a … Continue reading →

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In which we don’t travel on the Hogwarts express

Posted on September 16, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

‘I can’t see any smoke.’ ‘But I just heard a whistle.’ ‘Yes, but there’s no smoke.’ And there’s a very good reason why we can’t see any smoke. One weekend a year – yes, just ONE weekend a year, this … Continue reading →

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Where is Potto? And why am I bothered?

Posted on September 11, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Is it a peculiarly British thing? There’s trainspotting, which I could understand when there were gleaming Thomas-style tank engines huffing and puffing and spitting out sparks. It’s harder to see the fascination in a dirty diesel with a serial number. … Continue reading →

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‘How f—ing useful is that exactly?’ (part of quote from graffiti artist Banksy)

Posted on July 3, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Banksy wasn’t coy, he used the whole f-word, but I won’t: ‘The key to good graffiti is economy. A simple splash of paint in the right place at the right time is all it takes. An old lady with a … Continue reading →

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No such thing as coincidence? So, what’s this thing with Barbara, Piet and Dag?

Posted on June 10, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

It could be a commandment for the fictional detective: thou shalt not believe in coincidence. But I’ve always had a penchant for connectedness. To me that’s what coincidence is – and it’s what we do. We’re social beings. We seek … Continue reading →

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