Arts
Confessions of a campsite courier, Part 2
Je vous parle d’un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître ….. C’est là qu’on s’est connu Moi qui criait famine Et toi qui posais nue….. Charles Aznavour – La Bohème [more…]
Articles by Going Postal
20th Century
The Shetland Bus
Hopefully no Puffins are standing in horizontal driving rain, on a lonely Shetland road waiting for this Bus. If they are, I have some bad news for them, this particular Bus was the name given [more…]
America
Thoughts on the Trump Presidency
As Donald Trump leaves office, I like many others I will be deflated. But most of all I will feel cheated, duped. Remember how he posed in the early days, a red-hatted sheriff who was [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Seventy Seven
Monday Good morning merry readers, I am delighted that it not as cold this morning. I knew it wasn’t as soon as I put my nose out of the cat flap this morning. I got [more…]
Christianity
‘Deliver us from Evil’
The Lord’s Prayer Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And [more…]
Hobbies
Crossword No. 154
First correct entry out of ‘the hat’ wins a GP mug. Email entries to me by 6.00 pm Sunday, subject ‘Crossword’. Contact here on email Winners of a GP mug/copy of War Crimes. 153 – [more…]
20th Century
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Two
Jinnie loved her weekly whist classes, but she knew better than to discuss what she learnt with anyone, especially her boyfriend Hans. He was in the Hitler Youth (HJ) and took it very seriously. He [more…]
Arts
Going Postal with Question Time
Graphic EJ – Updated by Sam. Fiona Bruce presents another hour of BBC programming from Northern Ireland. On the panel are: Brandon Lewis MP, secretary of state for Northern Ireland, Conservative, Louise Haigh MP, shadow [more…]
America
Hasta la Vista, DJT…… An Attempted Dispassionate Appraisal 2016-2020
Puffinati, lend me your ears; I come to bury DJT, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with [more…]