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At last the Phoney War is over …

After a rather hectic day of domestic engagements and chores yesterday, in the evening I served my particular take on Welsh rarebit (involving Dijon mustard, Worcestershire sauce and extra mature cheddar since you ask) and uncorked a bottle of chardonnay in order to join the family in front of the [...]

September 7, 2019 // 0 Comments

It’s not easy watching a man drowning

I’ve just looked it up online, so it must be true: in his play Man and Superman, George Bernard Shaw – having a pop at the teaching profession – penned the line: “Don’t listen to her, Bob. Remember, those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.” Another popular version of the same thrust [...]

September 4, 2019 // 0 Comments

Review: first day of a momentous week?

Yesterday – for my sins, out of curiosity given the alleged momentousness of this week and possibly also for the benefit of fellow Rusters who couldn’t be bothered to follow by-the-minute-developments – I decided to spent much of my time ‘monitoring’ the political manoeuvrings at [...]

September 3, 2019 // 0 Comments

What really happened? No, me neither …

Today I return to the sometimes intriguing and puzzling relationship between reality and subjective perception, a subject that we on the Rust occasionally touch upon with a hint of mischievousness and humour. As I commence this piece I am listening to a Dotun Adebayo-hosted edition of Radio Five [...]

September 2, 2019 // 0 Comments

Upon the eve of something

Bland and obvious though it is to type, every one of us is a product of the era in which we live plus a blend (perhaps in varying proportions) of our culture, ancestry, actions, decisions and indeed the social circles in which we move. As collectively, for good or ill, we stand on our cliff edge [...]

September 1, 2019 // 0 Comments

Perspectives and things

Summoned this week to lunch with the Rust’s proprietor at one of the most prestigious and expensive restaurants in southern England I soon found myself bobbing and weaving on the ropes, fighting to keep my head above water, as he quizzed me  on my views about everything from the unhinged state [...]

August 31, 2019 // 0 Comments

An incident of breaking news

You have to smile sometimes. Yesterday mid-morning I was out, driving to the shops upon an errand, when I tuned to a radio discussion in which – chaired by the programme host – a guest panel of Leave and Remainer politicians were knocking six bells out of each other in reaction to a ‘breaking [...]

August 28, 2019 // 0 Comments

Things to worry about

With everything that’s going on at the moment, one might be forgiven for believing that we’re all going to hell in a hand cart, the end of human civilisation is night, nothing is sacred anymore, the globe and its politicians have lost all sense of reason and we’ve plainly reached the point [...]

August 28, 2019 // 0 Comments

Stoking the fire

It occurred to me as I rose this morning that, for good or ill, Ben Stokes’ extraordinary match-winning performance at Headingley yesterday in the third Ashes Test raises a number of talking or debating points. First up, a positive (and to be honest unexpected) personal reaction to the demeanour [...]

August 26, 2019 // 0 Comments

From behind the sofa

Sport – at elite level or below – is a funny old game, isn’t it? At its best it is probably one of the human race’s most life-enhancing and positive experiences – either to participate in or watch – and yet, after all the complexities of emotion and hype potentially involved in the [...]

August 25, 2019 // 0 Comments

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