Tag Archives: Liverpool
Considering coruscating modus operandi
No, it doesn’t make sense. Let me explain … A couple of weeks ago, I was watching a television programme about the assassination of President Kennedy. A clip of original footage from 1963 showed an interviewer, in Britain, stopping passers-by, … Continue reading
Standing by a Steinway on a Tuesday afternoon
Bear with me. This might start off sounding unutterably Hampstead – and if you’re not English, I’m talking about a smart, wealthy part of London where luvvies and literati hang out. The wealthy ones, the ones who’ve made it, or … Continue reading
Surfin’ downtown for an organ and some blondes
A bronzed surfer dude grabs a board, races into the water. I’m already there, paddling out, rays on my back, tanning through the oil. Surf’s up – and before you know it I’m riding the crest of a wave. Not … Continue reading
A taste of (Pygmies’) honey – and two of the lonely people
‘You look tired.’ Just what you want to hear when you’ve put on the face you keep in a jar by the door and stepped out to face the day. [There’s a bit of a Beatles vibe to this post … Continue reading
Strutting cocks and thrusting spears . . .
A cock’s a-doodle-dooing, tail-feathers waving as he struts his stuff. ‘Look at me!’ he signals, to the world of hens. Chubby grey guinea fowl scurry around as one, moving hither and thither, to no apparent purpose. Like a cloud blown by … Continue reading
The lip pencil of invisibility. And a grown-up woman’s request for JK Rowling.
Are you fraying round the edges? I’m not too bad, but then I never smoked – not much, anyway. I did buy two packets of Gitanes when I was at university so I could stick the packets on my wall. … Continue reading
The Grand Local
In hairdressing salons all around town girls coiffed in big rollers sit, patiently, reading magazines, scrolling phones. Waiting for lash extensions, manicures, make-up. Outside, bitter gusts blow rubbish down the street. Men wearing scarves bend into the wind as they walk. Women in … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 