Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

Who you calling a sissy?

Posted on July 15, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s meant to be derogatory, isn’t it? Calling someone a sissy. Sad to think that it started out as ‘sis’ meaning sister. As an insult it’s usually applied to males displaying signs of fear, cowardliness, timidity. The implication being that’s … Continue reading →

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A song (or two) for Europe

Posted on June 25, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

On Friday I felt like a shadow. Everything looked real, but I didn’t feel real. The world had changed –  but yet it hadn’t. Today I feel like a puppet on dodgy strings. One minute I’m acting my part as … Continue reading →

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Ripe I cry

Posted on June 11, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

I haven’t spelt the title wrong. This isn’t a rant about rape, even though it’s a subject very much in the news as I write. (And even though I’m often inclined to rant about rape. With reason.) No, the title’s … Continue reading →

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Stilettoes, a crotch and a strong scent of …

Posted on May 20, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Whatever you’re thinking it’s probably wrong. But I don’t care. Actually, that’s a lie. I do care. I’m writing while listening to the radio, to a woman who’s CEO of Lloyds of London, ‘the world’s specialist insurance market’. Globally important, … Continue reading →

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The short route

Posted on May 17, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Saturday morning. 6.40 am. Birds are chirruping, the sun has got his hat on, the sky’s forget-me-not blue. Try as I might, I can’t pretend I’m sleeping. I give up, get up and prepare for a weekend jaunt. Queen Street … Continue reading →

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“Not even a pot to piss in”

Posted on March 15, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

I’ll never look at a certain shape of pot again without thinking of urine. Made of plain clay, it’s taller than you’d imagine a ‘piss-pot’ would be – and narrower round the neck than at its widest point. It stood … Continue reading →

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If a picture paints a thousand words …

Posted on March 3, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

… then why bother writing? The world is a kaleidoscope for instant photo-gratification. Take a picture with your phone and – abracadabra – enhance it with a swipe of a digital magic wand. Words? Well, perhaps just a few. To … Continue reading →

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