Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

The line: is it drawn? The curse: is it cast?

Posted on August 31, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Well? Will you get out of the way? Or lend a hand? Forgive me. I’m taking liberties with the words of Nobel-Literature-Prize-winning poet, songster and disappointing-live-performer, Bob Dylan. Yes, disappointing. I was disappointed. Except for his rendition of ‘Something’ by … Continue reading →

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‘She’s leaving home…’

Posted on July 15, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading →

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The Duke and I, on being human

Posted on May 25, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Corporate grit. That’s how I think of the myriad little things that used to irritate me when I worked in corporate world. One of those bits of grit was the term, ‘human resources’.  And in that I had an unlikely … Continue reading →

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In the midst of life

Posted on May 23, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Saturday 17 December 1983. The Science Museum basement, London Not many people – to my knowledge – had seen that basement. Apart from staff. But there wasn’t time for a good look around. There had been a bomb threat and … Continue reading →

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The Edge. Part II

Posted on May 1, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Bank Holiday weekend was looming, so the weather was far from perfect. But on Alderley Edge the view was clear and the rain seemed to have withdrawn its threat for while. Plodding uphill, I’ll be honest, I felt a bit … Continue reading →

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Life, death and the choruses of dawn

Posted on April 13, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

You don’t know how lucky you are. In my head are two other blog posts, desperate to escape. One about the futility of life, which features a waking nightmare. I was thinking my last thought, comprising very few words, which … Continue reading →

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A rather trifling matter

Posted on March 30, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Custard has reared its head again. I’d planned to write about the colour yellow. While glorious spring was rampant and the British newly friendly on the street. Daring to go out without umbrellas. And smiling at total strangers. But that … Continue reading →

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