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Hacked off

Yesterday afternoon I remarked casually to Polly that I had not received any emails since 7-30 am and wondered whether something was wrong. I was aware that friends of mine had received messages from me not of my authorship and that my account may have been hacked. Polly explained that the service [...]

July 25, 2015 // 0 Comments

The Ashes, but not as we knew it

Let me begin with a shaggy dog story. Recently, after a two-year hiatus, my elderly father recently returned to the Sky TV fold by taking up a basic Sky Sports package. The tale by which he ‘gave up’ said item is sufficiently bizarre and illogical that it deserves an article, if not a full [...]

July 24, 2015 // 0 Comments

A storm in a tea-cup

During the BBC’s television coverage of the 2015 Open – by the way in my view a terrific tournament, one of the best in years – veteran commentator Peter Alliss supposedly made two sexist and/or politically incorrect on-air gaffes which (I am reliable informed) resulted in a social media [...]

July 23, 2015 // 0 Comments

It never gets any easier

I was talking with my cousin yesterday about our surviving parents, who by chance happen to live quite close to one another – her mother is in her ninety-third year and my father approaching his 90th birthday. Both high-achievers in their heyday, they are still relatively ‘on the ball’ and [...]

July 20, 2015 // 0 Comments

Life as it is lived

Earlier this week I had lunch with an old business colleague, whom for present purposes I shall call Peter, in what might formerly have been termed either my ‘manor’ (that’s certainly how Arthur Daley would have described it), viz. London’s West End, specifically the area around Soho and [...]

July 17, 2015 // 0 Comments

Never again if I can help it

For someone who knows precious little of Britain north of Watford I have had a huge adventure these past 36 hours, namely a trip to Cleethorpes and Grimsby in north-east Lincolnshire to visit relatives. The journey up took an epic seven hours, broken only by a half-hour stop at the Newport Pagnall [...]

July 15, 2015 // 0 Comments

A revelation on the road to Wimbledon

Today just an observation. Writing as someone who is about as unsporty as it is possible to be, at some point during the Men’s Singles Final at Wimbledon yesterday I decided that, as a sport played by individuals – well, I must immediately qualify that by adding that, even when played in its [...]

July 13, 2015 // 0 Comments

Some things always remain

Yesterday my daughter and boyfriend travelled to the coast in order to join me for lunch. They live sufficiently far away that I don’t go to visit them that often, but then that’s a product of my old age. I regard spending a total of seven hours in a car for a four-hour visit somewhere as a [...]

July 12, 2015 // 0 Comments

Media frustrations

I know people who will not read The Times, The Sun or The Sunday Times – or indeed any other publication they believe is owned or influenced by the tentacles of the business empire of Rupert Murdoch – simply because they are owned by Mr Murdoch. Separately, most days I buy The Times, The Daily [...]

July 10, 2015 // 0 Comments

Sports and broadcasting (again)

Today I wish to return briefly to an issue that continues to rumbles on this august website, that of whether – these days, and especially when one is beyond the first flush of youth – it is better to go to the trouble of actually attending sporting events or (alternatively) at some [...]

July 9, 2015 // 0 Comments

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