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It happens to us all

An inevitable accompaniment of living to a ripe old age is the gradual loss of one’s friends and family. A couple of years ago, my father attended the funeral of an old Fleet Air Arm chum. Chatting with the widow outside the church afterwards, when she asked him “You are coming to the drinks [...]

August 19, 2014 // 0 Comments

Well I suppose it all makes sense

If someone didn’t invent the theory first at some point over the last 6,000 years – the period during which, I was once informed by someone who should know, human civilisation has existed – in my previous existence as a fictional blogger I came up with the concept that reality was in fact a [...]

August 16, 2014 // 0 Comments

Burning Man

A chance question to my cousin, who called from New York, produced an interesting response.  I asked him what he was doing for his summer holidays and he replied he was going to Burning Man. What’s that I asked. He explained and I was fascinated. Every year, around Labor Day, a city is [...]

August 15, 2014 // 0 Comments

Deep waters and shallow minds?

The suicide of acclaimed US comedian/actor Robin Williams has prompted a worldwide reaction, naturally centred upon regret and sorrow, but it has also brought into focus a number of profound general issues relating to the act of killing oneself. In Williams’ case, of course, some of them relate [...]

August 14, 2014 // 0 Comments

Robin Williams: should we feel sorry?

There has been quite a furore on Talksport, with Alan Brazil calling Robin Williams “selfish” for his suicide and Stan Collymore labelling the Scottish breakfast presenter as “ignorant”. Brazil may not have realised it, but Freud termed suicide as the greatest act of [...]

August 14, 2014 // 0 Comments

A la Colthard: The Pig on the Beach

The Pig at Brockenhurst is one of my favourite restaurants. I could not wait to go the latest Hustin Pig on the beach at Studland. It’s had rave reviews. I went there with my Godson, his mother and her sister and husband, who lived nearby. The booking was made months ago as you cannot get in [...]

August 11, 2014 // 0 Comments

That’s it – enough!

This could get me into trouble, but my hatred of cyclists knows no bounds and I don’t care. Never mind that, at the set of traffic lights just fifty yards from my home, my conservative estimate is that 40% of those pedalling on two wheels completely ignore red lights and simply keep going, at [...]

August 11, 2014 // 1 Comment

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

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

Gay pride weekend

Brighton is gearing itself up for its weekend of the year, when thousands of gays head down to the coastal city and participate in a parade from the pier to Preston Park. Then they disperse into the town around Duke Street in Kemp Town and some finish up on Duke’s Mound to meet up … [...]

August 2, 2014 // 0 Comments

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