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Shush! Keep this to yourselves …

This morning, after undertaking a food shop designed to enable me to last at least three weeks without leaving the house, I am barricading my front door, refusing to answer my phone and just generally ‘lying low’. Attentive or regular Rust readers will know that I am one of not a small number [...]

October 31, 2016 // 0 Comments

A la Colthard/ The Pig at Brockenhurst

The Pig at Brockenhurst is one of my faves. It must have been  4 years ago more or less to the day that Bob Tickler and I met up with his godson, his mother,  her sister and her husband for a delightfully relaxed autumnal meal.  This logistics mow rear Bob and I more or less live permanently in [...]

October 29, 2016 // 0 Comments

It’s grim up north

When like me you don’t get out much and driving to Worcester by road seems the equivalent of crossing the Atlantic but in fact only takes about three and a half hours (to four) hours, it is a fact of life that over the course of a couple of decades one can acquire a pretty warped sense of [...]

October 28, 2016 // 0 Comments

Cleared for take-off

There was a great deal of media excitement yesterday over the Government’s announcement that it favoured the creation of a third runway at Heathrow over a similar at either Gatwick or Stansted … or indeed any other solution. Reporters were sent to the perimeter fences to stand for up to ten [...]

October 25, 2016 // 0 Comments

The Final Day

Needless to say it was still raining. This had affected the trip as at no stage could we comfortably stroll around the city, enjoy the Retiro Park or outdoor cafe and restaurant life. Nonetheless we could enjoy the indoor activities of the art museums and in Alan and Ivan’s case football at [...]

October 25, 2016 // 0 Comments

At The Bernabeu

Alan Tanner and I can now reveal our reasons for being here: we have tickets to see Real Madrid. We thought Real Madrid v Athletic must mean Atletico Madrid but in fact it was another Athletic, Bilbao. The Athletic in Bilbao reflects its English origins. A Bilbao student was sent to London after [...]

October 24, 2016 // 0 Comments

Roger, over … and out

Something unusual happened to me yesterday. Whilst spending Friday and Saturday with my aged parent in the country – in a spot where mobile network signals are sometimes variable to the point where anyone wishing to use a mobile tends to to set off towards the bottom of the garden in the quest to [...]

October 24, 2016 // 0 Comments

A la Colthard/Merci and Botin

We started a rainy day by walking to the Prado. Alice Mansfield had marked our card by advising us to cherry pick the most famous works: las meninas by Velazquez, The Dog by Goya and Trinity by El Greco and the collections of Rubens and Hieronymus Bosch. Even with tickets acquired from the hotel [...]

October 23, 2016 // 0 Comments

Hola from Madrid

The National Rust party convened at Gatwick for the long weekend trip I organised to Madrid: Bob Tickler, Daffers, Alan Tanner and Ivan Conway. Bob in particular does not have an intuitive feel for modern day travel. He dislikes having to print out tickets, does not want them on his mobile and [...]

October 22, 2016 // 0 Comments

The passing of time

I guess it was about the age of sixty that I finally ‘grew up’ and deliberately decided to embrace old age. It seemed a sensible move when the alternative was to become an embarrassment to myself – i.e. by my ever-decreasingly successful attempts to try to hold my paunch in; fighting a losing [...]

October 22, 2016 // 0 Comments

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