Tag Archives: Mary
There’s a hole in my heart where Mary used to be
Saturday night. The last train home. The station’s bright and light. The sound of squiffy silliness peppers the air. There’s no menace, no riotous shouting. No spitting, or pissing, or – you know – any of those ‘I wish I’d … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Liverpool
Tagged drunk, Hard Day's Night Hotel, hipster beards, Mary, Merseyrail, paella, reunion, train
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A rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but …
… roses don’t indulge in matrimony, to the best of my knowledge. They do have individual names, so you know what to expect by way of leaf and blossom and flowering habit. Some are silly, some are serious and some … Continue reading
Posted in Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Bruce Springsteen, Cat Stevens, changing names, family names, Hendrix, marriage, Mary, Mary had a little lamb, Mrs, roses, surnames
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MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 