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Nick RodgerHerald Scotland |
Did you ever own a Rubik’s Cube? Perhaps you’ve still got it and once you’ve finished reading this column – or whenever you get scunnered by...
I was reading some article the other day about mindfulness, which is the quality of being present and fully engaged in the moment. And then I got...
Regular readers of this column will know that it tends to take on a wearyingly familiar pattern. There’s the initial meander, which is not so much...
This is the time of the year when the golf writers get to showcase their talents – and I use the terms ‘showcase’ and ‘talents’ extremely...
You’ll not be interested in the slightest to know that it’s my birthday tomorrow. To save you the bother of forensically examining that picture...
The game of golf, particularly in the barren hinterlands where this correspondent ekes out a humdrum existence, can best be described as an endless...
Whatever it is you do in life, you can guarantee that some expert, guru, sage, swami or downright crackpot has written a smug, self-help book telling...
I’m just back from a bucket and spade holiday in the sunshine. I just about kicked the bucket gasping at the cost and will probably need the spade...
You’ll probably not be interested in the slightest to know that I do enjoy cooking. Saying that, I bet this modest revelation has now got you...
Golfers, as we all know, can be a peculiar breed. My dearly departed colleague Jock MacVicar, for instance, used to possess a quite staggering number...
I caught a glimpse of my golf clubs the other day, slumped forlornly in the corner like a Victorian class dunce, and thought to myself, “oh blimey,...
Just for a change of scene, I toddled along to the local library yesterday and set up camp there to compose these weekly wafflings, while taking the...
The young ‘uns seem to know everything these days. I’m dreading the moment, for instance, when I have to go through the mumbling,...
If you’ve ever worked from home, you’ll know that there are occasions when it can be about as mentally nourishing as a baby’s rattle. I mean,...
I was leafing through a wonderfully smug Sunday newspaper magazine – you know, the kind that’s full of self-satisfied essays featuring people who...
Well, did you watch any of LIV Golf’s 2024 season-opener in Mexico? If the idea of tuning in tickled your fancy, or at least lightly brushed...
Life is full of hum-drum irritations, isn’t it? On this long list of largely insignificant inconveniences, one of my enduring peeves is that ‘tear...
Our jolly old friends at the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists will reveal an update to the Doomsday Clock today in an eagerly anticipated announcement...
Well, have you been sticking to those resolutions you made when the new year birled in? C’mon, tell the truth. You’re probably hiding a packet...
I was reading something at the weekend – yes, I do read words and don’t just gaze witlessly at the pictures – and said article was all about the...
As we haul ourselves into a new year with about as much gusto as the three-toed pigmy sloth embarking on yet another futile mating ritual, it’s time...
Stuffing a turkey is hardly one of life’s most dignified endeavours, is it? Funnily enough, that whole unwieldy, yuletide palaver reminded me of a...
I was watching the tele the other night and an advert for a furniture company popped up to smugly declare that it was the “proud sponsor of...
I was watching the tele the other night and an advert for a furniture company popped up to smugly declare that it was the “proud sponsor of...
There was a time when Christmas lasted for 12 days. In this feverish modern age, of course, it’s now so bloated, it goes on and on for yonks. In...
I was back at the driving range recently with my four-and-a-bit-year-old son and I’m pleased to report that there are encouraging signs of progress....