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Looking forward to his retirement in 2015, Arthur has written poetry since childhood and regularly takes part in poetry workshops and ‘open mike’ evenings. More Posts

Well, what do you know?

I have a confession to make. I am not a great reader of books and never have been. Being a robust, physical little kid, I always found the prospect of concentrating upon anything as sedentary as studying or indeed ‘reading for pleasure’ as a waste of valuable mischief or sport time. I suppose [...]

October 20, 2017 // 0 Comments

In the blink of an eye

Yesterday I took a train into the West End of London in order to attend an occasional but serial lunch organised by a pal – serial in the respect that they occur two or three times per year and none of the guests ever know in advance who is going to be there, other than everyone will be known to [...]

October 14, 2017 // 0 Comments

The ‘art’ of keeping a diary

Way back in 1989 – I just looked this date up on the internet – I bought an excellent anthology of diary entries entitled Each Returning Day: The Pleasure of Diaries, edited by a gent named Ronald Blythe. I no longer have my copy, but I remember it fondly partly because at the time I was in the [...]

October 9, 2017 // 0 Comments

It’s coming to us all

Yesterday I went to see my father’s GP – as it were, behind his back – but in fact by arrangement and taking with me a letter I’d drafted (signed by him) stating that he gave me authority to speak with doctors and similar about his confidential medical information as and where [...]

September 7, 2017 // 0 Comments

What’s sauce for the goose …

As I understand it from media reports overnight, Leader of the Opposition Jeremy Corbyn – who was once in favour of them on principle, has now rejected the proposal made earlier this week by shadow fire minister Chris Williamson, MP for Derby North, that ‘women only’ railways carriages should [...]

August 25, 2017 // 0 Comments

RIP, Horace

Let me tell you a story. I am currently in residence on the south coast of the UK with my father. It has become our practice while staying here to feed the birds on the terrace and on the lawn beyond, only because it means that we benefit from having a small aviary-worth of little (and not so [...]

August 24, 2017 // 0 Comments

Judging a book by its cover (or not)

From time to time when hopping around the newspaper websites of this great nation I come across items which I either enjoy and/or I feel readers of the Rust might benefit from having an opportunity to read (if they have not already done so off their own bat). Today is an example. I am not [...]

August 14, 2017 // 0 Comments

When one door shuts another opens

Am I alone in thinking that this week’s news, courtesy of the Institute of Economic Affairs who should know a bit about such things, that – far from worrying about the costs of setting up and delivering comprehensive NHS treatments for all our friends who smoke, drink and eat far too much, as [...]

August 8, 2017 // 0 Comments

A wayward sense of direction

Any time I jump into a car and go anywhere I am accompanied by an going potential disaster in the form of a location and/or directional cock-up. I don’t know why this happens – folklore has it either that women are hopeless map readers compared to men, or (alternatively) both sexes are equally [...]

July 29, 2017 // 0 Comments

I didn’t know I had it, but it makes sense

As someone with a lifelong ‘early to bed and early to rise’ habit, I don’t mind admitting that my practice from the age of about fifty had been to rise on the dot of 5.24am, come wind, rain or shine. I didn’t even need to set an alarm clock; somehow it seemed I was programmed to awake at [...]

July 12, 2017 // 0 Comments

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