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It’s one or the other

It’s no secret that contributors this particular media organ tend to reflect, describe or report upon events and occurrences – if not modern life itself – from the perspective of people who are rather older than “that the average bear” (as Yogi Bear might have said, not that many [...]

May 31, 2017 // 0 Comments

An enjoyable lunch

Yesterday I had lunch with an very old pal of mine, a heavy hitter in the ad world and a sports media personality who was a former footballer. I thought I would be reprising my trip in Nice but our conversation was more catholic. My ad friend, picking up on Alice Mansfield’s theme, is an [...]

May 10, 2017 // 0 Comments

Boats ahoy!

On Wednesday I jumped onto an Easyjet flight at Gatwick in order to nip down to Palma, Mallorca, and spend just 28 hours seeing my son Barry who lives and works there. I’d originally hoped to do this seven days earlier – on his birthday – but such is his hectic work schedule that he [...]

April 28, 2017 // 0 Comments

A new business opportunity

This one comes straight from the “You couldn’t make it up” genre of newspaper website stories but, in case Rust readers have missed it on their daily trawl of the internet, today I really did feel the need to draw their attention to this recent story on the imminent arrival of the concept of [...]

April 25, 2017 // 0 Comments

A dove called Pierre

The late sun was hot and its setting over the Baie des Anges a picture of vivid yellows, blues and pinks, the sea a palette of royal and light blue and we enjoyed a glass of champagne to celebrate the promotion of Brighton and victory of Fulham. An idyll except we became increasingly concerned by [...]

April 18, 2017 // 0 Comments

Lost in translation (or something)

Last night I was ‘saved’ at the last minute from having to go to the gym – even after I had changed into my sports kit for the purpose – by Janis, the Ukrainian who runs my local general store [I’m still not sure, or have forgotten, whether his name is pronounced as written or whether it [...]

April 11, 2017 // 0 Comments

I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from*

(* Musically-inclined Rust readers may be familiar with the above lyric line from Not Dark Yet off 1997’s Time Out Of Mind, one of my all-time Bob Dylan favourite albums). Today I thought I’d begin my offering by sharing with my readers a snap of Perkins, the male pheasant who over the [...]

April 1, 2017 // 0 Comments

Coming to terms with the past

My first father-in-law had an abiding hatred of the Japanese borne of his WW2 experiences. It was perhaps understandable. He has signed up at its outset, got shipped out to bolster the defence of Singapore about a fortnight before the British surrender and spent the rest of the War as a Japanese [...]

March 25, 2017 // 0 Comments

A churchyard matter

Last week my father told me when I was down for a visit that the grave of his sister, who died last September aged 94, was in a state of some disrepair in a nearby churchyard – he knew this because he’d recently visited it in the company of my brother. Yesterday, having completely a food shop [...]

March 10, 2017 // 0 Comments

Getting it right

Having begun yesterday with the assumption that there must be as many different types of family relationship as there are families, yesterday I came to the conclusion that there are may actually be a finite number – and that, one day not too far away, I’m going to read a report in the Daily [...]

March 1, 2017 // 0 Comments

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