July 2018 – Page 2 – Going Postal

Postcard from the Algarve, No 3

19th July 2018 Beware of Geeks bearing GIFs 0

Aye Aye, Puffins. It is me, El Geeko. Well, as she is over my shoulder, I should say “it’s me, and Ms Geeks”, who is keeping a furtive eye on my escapades on GPs, the [more…]

The Unseen Path – Part Sixty

18th July 2018 1642again 0

She left the office for St Thomas’; Sam was making his own way to the Chilterns, and now she had to see how her other man was progressing. She was supposed to be working in [more…]

Just Like Nazi Germany

16th July 2018 Jonathon Davies 0

This is for those on the left of politics and others who shout that things are “just like Nazi Germany!” Are the Nazis really coming? The short answer is no. Then why is everything being [more…]

ACT 5 SCENE 2 The Seraglio of Gonbad’s Palace in Uttalibad. CONCUBINES are chained to the Wall, including ETHYLENE and OCTANE. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA and JESSICA, escorted by KEVIN, accompanied by a EUNUCH GUARD. [more…]

The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Nine

14th July 2018 1642again 0

He was strolling along the street with George Edward to get some outside air, hardly fresh in central London, and a sandwich. George had seemed unusually keen on accompanying him, had insisted he pay and [more…]

Shunting Review

13th July 2018 Sweaty Dave 0

Some of you who have stumbled upon this wonderful site in recent weeks and months may be wondering what various references to shunting and occasional photos of a railway scene are all about. You may [more…]

The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Eight

11th July 2018 1642again 0

MONDAY, SECOND WEEK AFTER EASTER The car had met him at the airport and was taking him straight to a villa away from the city, by the coast, nice and quiet, almost certainly the [more…]

Tilda and the Witches 5.1

8th July 2018 Tachybaptus 0

ACT 5 SCENE 1 A lonely Road in Theta, outside the Capital City of Uttalibad. Evening. Enter TILDA, VUPECULA, JESSICA and KEVIN.

The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Seven

7th July 2018 1642again 0

Later that evening she ushered in a dishevelled Sam, heavily laden with what looked a back pack, tent, sleeping bag, webbing. “Thanks Miss.” He looked overawed, out of place in her restrained luxury, not used [more…]