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Old credos shattered

You often read in the Rust our despair with dependency on mobile phones. I also adhere to the philosophy that if a day starts badly it rarely recovers. Both were shattered yesterday. I was meeting an old friend of 40 years’ standing who comes down to Brighton regularly. In spite of or maybe [...]

February 25, 2020 // 0 Comments

Postcard from plague city

You might have thought that Brighton and Hove, with five recorded cases of coronavirus, is a city in panic. Far from it. I now travel on the buses as I have a senior free pass. I have noted that illness is frequent topic of conversation on buses, especially as the number 7, which goes through the [...]

February 13, 2020 // 0 Comments

A funeral of a friend

Yesterday I attended the funeral of the father of a fellow Ruster. On the train journey along the South Coast I reflected on why we go to funerals: is it duty, paying your last respects, support, obligation? In my case it was to pay my last respects.  I was flattered to be considered close enough [...]

February 5, 2020 // 0 Comments

The BBC – it was not ever thus

I am reading an excellent book – Last Hope Island by Lynne Olson. It is an account of how many Europeans notably heads of government, or self-styled ones like Charles de Gaulle, came to the UK in 1940 as it was the only substantial western European democracy not under the Nazi jack boot. The [...]

January 24, 2020 // 0 Comments

Banks – revisited

The issue of bank service – or lack of it – is something discussed in this illustrious organ and I make no apology in returning to it now after a recent visit. There are only 2 Barclays banks in the centre of  the city in which I live, one of which was closed for refurbishment. I had [...]

January 21, 2020 // 0 Comments

Day five

By now I know the layout and workings of the hotel and have established my routine which one would hardly term taxing. It depends on your expectations and priorities and all I wanted,  after a festive period which proved not so festive, was “me time”. Thus I read, walk the beautiful gardens, [...]

January 14, 2020 // 0 Comments


Nancy,Daffers and myself decided on a winter sun break at Marrakech. We did discuss with the cricket Rusters a trip to Cape Town. That would have been my sixth time in South Africa and I’m of an age where there are more new places to be seen. Also after Japan I did not fancy another long haul [...]

January 9, 2020 // 0 Comments

Events, dear boy, events

Harold MacMillan’s famous dictum applied more to the political arena than the domestic one but it’s an apt one for a series of mini-disasters at my home over the so-called festive period. The first was the collapse of a Venetian blind. I had long informed the local blind company that the [...]

January 4, 2020 // 0 Comments

The morning after

Travelling to the centre of Brighton by bus for my hair appointment yesterday morning it was very much business as usual and I heard no reference to the election on the bus or in the hairdressing salon. As usual passengers were on their mobile droning on about the mundanity of their day. I like my [...]

December 14, 2019 // 0 Comments

Election Reflections

My invariable practice with all night events is to hit the sack early, knowing I will wake up regularly but in truth – once the exit poll is announced at 10.03pm – we know the result. It was interesting to see the differences between the last campaign and this, from the micro-level of [...]

December 13, 2019 // 0 Comments

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