Another day at the office

For several days we tracked the progress of St Jude as the storm moved towards England and Northern France. We were away in Canada when he first appeared in the news. We watched with increasing interest as over days, and as if in slow motion, the saint gradually gathered energy and press coverage. The picture…

In wonderland

It is usually dangerous to make generalisations but here we go - Canadians are nice. What draws me to this position? On my first trip five months ago I discovered that when it comes to matters of taste, there are many people in Canada who have an endearing quirkiness, as I described in July [A…

What men think

Alan West tries to break the habit of a lifetime When a friend asked me to join his new club, I admit I was a little dubious. What sort of a club? I asked. Well, it’s a bit like a Women’s Book Club. My friend had been impressed by his wife’s book club, which meets…

Ecdysis

The other evening I found myself listening to a lecture by an enthusiastic young man explaining that since electronic text was the technical highlight of this young century, we must accept the consequences. Newspapers and magazines, he assured us, would be dead within a decade. And Printed Books would be next in line for the…

Lost propriety

Three years ago we ditched our car. At first we wondered if we would feel bereft but the move has been a success with money saved, a contribution made to the fight against global warming, and no symptoms of car withdrawal. By using a mixture of walking, cycling, public transport, home delivery and the occasional…

Song for Methuselah

When I sit in my eyrie and note in my diary “Eighty three years --and not quitting..” I am not courting fame nor yet fulsome acclaim (Though a grain of respect might be fitting) But alas, now and then I encounter young men Who, on staring askance at my eyrie, Dismiss me as musty and…

A good telling off

As an adult, being on the receiving end of a 'good telling off' is most unpleasant. I got one from government officials in my late 50s; it was for a minor breach of some draconian secrecy regulations. The issue at hand was trivial - using privileged information to suggest to a consumer group a topic…

Speed merchant

Joe Collier trades speed for enlightenment The reverberations that followed a drive in the countryside in April are only now settling. We had set our hearts on seeing a 13th century tithe barn, but there was a problem. It was four o'clock, the barn would close in an hour, and we were lost. We were…