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The Salt Room

The Salt Room, Brighton’s latest high end restaurant situated in the Hilton Metropole did not get off to a good start for me. I called to book, received a confirmatory email and then a second which I was asked to confirm. Enough already. Then Emily called in the morning for yet another [...]

May 19, 2015 // 0 Comments

Going eyeball to eyeball

On Thursday evening I had a second  cataract operation. The first went so well in terms of tolerating the procedure and result of dramatically improved acuity that I felt relaxed to the point of blasé. This proved unwise as the procedure was more complex and painful. A cover is placed over both [...]

May 16, 2015 // 0 Comments

It’s all getting too much …

Having proved to my total satisfaction on Wednesday that taking one’s car for granted is a foolhardy conceit, my nightmare of a week continued yesterday with a weather forecast of constant rain all day … a slew of scheduled family commitments in central London … and then a need to pick up a [...]

May 15, 2015 // 0 Comments

A la Colthard : The Grand Eastbourne

There is one in Brighton and many in the capital cities of the world but for me there is only Grand by name, style, reputation and tradition: the Grand at Eastbourne.  In her time Daffers has been a naughty girl in many hotels but one which I would never contemplate a cheeky time is the Grand. [...]

May 14, 2015 // 0 Comments

The best laid plans of mice and men …

I have been a member of the Automobile Association since 1978 and – as far as I can recall – have had little need to resort to calling upon their assistance. Perhaps half a dozen times in thirty-seven years? One of the oddities of ‘the system’ is that, from about 1990, I took advantage of [...]

May 14, 2015 // 0 Comments

RUST IN-DEPTH COVERAGE: THE ELECTION RESULT

By tradition I catch one thumping cold (or is it bout of ‘flu?) somewhere between October and April. This manifests itself in a gradual shut-down of all bodily organs, a streaming nose, watering eyes, regular sessions of uncontrollable Whooping Cough-wheezing and ‘serious’ sneezing – by [...]

May 8, 2015 // 0 Comments

Day two

Firstly I would like publicly to thank Henry and his brother for all the fine work they put in to ensure we all enjoyed our trip. Their prep was first-rate. Secondly, and not for the first time, I disagree with Daffers. As Henry and bro took us from cemetery to cemetery I could only unconditionally [...]

May 6, 2015 // 0 Comments

Every time is different

Last night I reached home after very nearly 48 hours ‘before the mast’, which in this instance in my case meant touring northern France and Belgium with my brother and a small party of virgin – and I use that world advisedly – tourists of the battlefields and Commonwealth War Grave [...]

May 6, 2015 // 0 Comments

A la Colthard Chateau de Beaulieu

Organising trips abroad is all the rage at the Rust these days. Yesterday Bob Tickler, Nancy Bright-Thompson and myself went on a jaunt to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the passing of Ronnie Poulton Palmer, the Edwardian rugby player, organised by Henry Elkins. I was given the job of chef de [...]

May 5, 2015 // 0 Comments

Admitting the truth

Yesterday I duly completed my second consecutive day of rescue boat duties and learned something sobering about myself. In common with most members of the human race, I am self-effacing enough not to want to offend or bother anybody and would simply like to conduct my life on the basis that I try [...]

May 4, 2015 // 0 Comments

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