Last week’s blog focussed on my advancing years, and I continue in this varicose vein here now. You might recall that I swerved the paddle tennis match last week in New York – but it transpired that the Bero investor chap in question was not to be denied his time across the net from me….
Three things have occurred recently that are noteworthy and are all indicators of my age. For a while now I have observed people paying for things using their phone and rather irrationally it has always irked me. Young people in the main and fewer people of my age who I notice have a smug air…
Just like sun tans, holiday romances and/or friendships rarely endure. They’re usually things of their time and place and they can’t easily be replicated or prolonged. Although not always, as happened to us some 18 years ago on a disappointingly cold all-inclusive holiday in Turkey when we encountered a couple with four very young children…
Sometimes the stars align. Certainly this week, circumstances conspired for us Hollands. Harry’s short film completed and it appears, very successfully. Tom’s birthday. Being allowed to fly and visit Scotland. The British weather finally breaking and providing some much needed sunshine. Gleneagles is a rather special place anyway. Voted the best hotel in the UK,…
Walls play a significant part in our lives… Pink Floyd’s famous wall needed another brick. The last election to become the President of the United States of America hinged on a wall that doesn’t even exist. China has a great wall that can be seen from space (apparently). And Berlin is defined by a wall…
I am bemused by how many people appear to be enjoying lockdown – and talk as though it might be a new way forward.  The new era whereby work is something that we did, do you remember? Or that work is something we do – but we now do it from home. How civilised…
The Open Championship on Sunday is always one of the great days of the year. The only game that I play and the sport that I love; the hardest game of all and why I admire it’s protagonists so much. Their skill and guile but also the mental toughness and fortitude that is required with…
I’ve always loved the Open Championship – one of the oldest and most coveted competitions in sport. Everything about it is romantic. The fact that the winner is called The Champion Golfer of the Year – which seems so arrogant but there we are. That the trophy is called The Claret Jug. The silver…
