Just in

Life

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

Walking back to happiness (as Helen Shapiro once sang)

At the beginning of the year – approaching six months after my hip replacement operation, the point at which medical savvy had it that someone in my position should ordinarily be ‘back to normal’ – I made a commitment to both my regular Rust readers that I would provide updates from [...]

April 6, 2017 // 0 Comments

Much ado about nothing (possibly)

The recent furore attending upon Sunderland football manager David Moyes’ inappropriate end-of-interview remark to female BBC sports reporter Vicki Sparks has not only highlighted several issues but launched a thousand newspaper columns and caused innumerable rent-a-mouths to bestride the [...]

April 6, 2017 // 0 Comments

Le bilan

Le bilan is an accountancy word which literally might be translated as the balance sheet but is often used to convey the summing up. As I was on the midday EasyJet flight out of Nice yesterday surveying the Baie des Anges from up above I thought further of Daffers’ observation and did my [...]

April 5, 2017 // 0 Comments

Negresco, chateau, Bob’s salad and La Mere Germaine

Yesterday was a full on day but before I describe it I have to do a bit of back tracking. Bob has already praised Accadio which I endorse as it was the best of the old quarter restaurants in terms of comfort, food and price. Blue Beach, recommended by Bob’s friend Rory, was less pricey but [...]

April 4, 2017 // 0 Comments

Something new every day

As regards the wonderful world of natural science I’m a complete philistine. Nobody could ever accuse me of following in the footsteps of the likes of David Attenborough, Matt Baker or Chris Packham – though I’m bound to confess that in the late 1950s, as small boy of six or seven, I became [...]

April 4, 2017 // 0 Comments

A guilty pleasure that sometimes delivers the goods

In liberal circles (with a small ‘L’) and among those of us who regard it as no more than a right-wing/middle class version of the Red-top tabloid British rags, the Daily Mail had a reputation – to adapt Prince Philip’s famous dismissal of the Daily Express – as [...]

April 4, 2017 // 0 Comments

Nice/a contrarian view

Despite the title of this post I am enjoying this stay, as much as any of the Rusters appreciate Nice, but do feel some more negative points can be fairly made. It’s already been pointed out that there are plaques throughout the city commemorating the Free French resistance and a war memorial [...]

April 1, 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

Appreciating Nice

I have visited Nice many times and regard it as an underrated city. For many it is the gateway to the Riviera: to Antibes, Cannes and St Tropez to the east to Beaulieu, Cap Ferrat and Monte Carlo to the west. It would never for example be compared to Barcelona as a port city. Yet it has much to [...]

March 31, 2017 // 0 Comments

1 … 249 250 251 252 253 … 342

Copyright © 2026 The National Rust | Design by Premonition