Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

The poet-tramp-novelist and the dragonfly

Posted on July 29, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

No time to stand and stare. You know the quote, don’t you? Or do you? ‘What is this life if, full of care/ we have not time to stand and stare?’ [A classic example of the importance of commas, btw, … Continue reading →

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The button box, the relic and global obsolescence

Posted on July 14, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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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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Will you still love me tomorrow?

Posted on June 20, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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Cadbury. Not so sweet.

Posted on June 18, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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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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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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