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I had a dream

My earliest memories of playing sport, indeed probably of anything, go back only as far as the early 1960s, midway through my five-year incarceration in a seaside boarding preparatory school deep in the heart of East Sussex. There must have been times when we attended classes and attempted academic [...]

August 9, 2014 // 0 Comments

“Go! Go! Go!” (as Murray Walker would say)

An elderly man of my acquaintance, bless him, holds strong political views. Let’s just say that, whilst they’re not quite out there to the right of Attila The Hun, sometimes I suspect that he’s still struggling to come to terms with the concept of democracy. In bald terms – his argument [...]

August 8, 2014 // 0 Comments

Going back and actually enjoying it

Last night, in keeping with my normal television-choice routine, I channel-hopped as far as BBC4 in a desperate attempt to find something worth watching and thereby came across The Story of the 1986 Commonwealth Games on BBC4. [Here I must confess that I am about to comment upon an hour-long [...]

August 7, 2014 // 0 Comments

Believing in faith

Mid-morning yesterday – as one does – I walked 250 yards down the road outside my flat to my local key-cutting/shoe repair shop in order to get my family’s always keenly-contested golf trophy engraved with my name because I had emerged victorious the last time we played (a fortnight [...]

August 5, 2014 // 0 Comments

It’s only one way or the other from here

Last night, determined to avoid the BBC’s review of the Commonwealth Games and coverage of its Closing Ceremony, I kept my television on in the background – occasionally channel-hopping – whilst flicking through the Sunday papers. By this route I came across Sky Sports’ coverage of the [...]

August 4, 2014 // 0 Comments

Like the curate’s egg

Yesterday I went to the Chichester Festival Theatre see the matinee performance of the Jamie Glover-directed productions of August Strindberg’s Miss Julie – a new version by Rebecca Lenkiewicz – and Peter Shaffer’s Black Comedy, two one-act plays first paired together in 1965 by [...]

August 3, 2014 // 0 Comments

Victory … and a chance discovery

This will not become a habit, I promise – posting twice in two days, I mean! Yesterday I offered a snapshot of Harlequins’ coming rugby season from a fan’s point of view and today, having by chance last night alighted on the live BT Sports television coverage, I can now report upon the [...]

August 2, 2014 // 0 Comments

Here we go again

My greetings to National Rust readers as I resume my occasional blogs on the progress of Harlequins FC with the announcement that this season I am dropping the ‘Quins-watch’ tag with which I headed my efforts last year. For present purposes I have arbitrarily taken tonight’s Premiership 7s [...]

August 1, 2014 // 0 Comments

When there’s nothing you can do …

Yesterday I joined my brother Peter on an early morning trip to the coast to see my father. We had an early lunch and set off to return shortly after 1.00pm. At approximately 2.10pm, we turned off the M25 going towards Heathrow and onto the three-lane M3 going northwards into south-west London. At [...]

July 31, 2014 // 0 Comments

Owning up

A month ago I took a decision of principle that, whilst acknowledging that it was inevitable I would be exposed to occasional media coverage of the Commonwealth Games from Glasgow, I would make a point of neither seeking it out nor setting my schedule by it. In practice, of course, that laudable [...]

July 30, 2014 // 0 Comments

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