Category Archives: Britain now & then

Fish and kiss

Posted on August 11, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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

Posted on July 31, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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

Posted on July 24, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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

Posted on July 18, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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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‘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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Golf. Just when I’d begun to …

Posted on July 1, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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How my prejudices are suffering a setback, plus, probing some great (an exaggeration) unknowns

Posted on June 5, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

It’s discombobulating living here. It’s not just the things I don’t know, it’s the things I didn’t know I don’t know. First, there’s the golf. I don’t like golf on principle. Bunch of men getting together and perpetuating their networks … Continue reading →

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