Arts
Postcard from Taormina, Sicily
May 2017 Taormina was the venue for the G7 attended by the various world leaders and as I watched I remembered my holiday there. It was 1980 and we booked a fortnight knowing nothing of [more…]
Articles by Going Postal
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 1
Uncannily, like weapons of mass destruction, both infirmity and senility can also frequently be only 45 minutes from deployment. Spurred on by the obviously frail condition of one or two of our regular contributors I [more…]
Biography
Review – Hugh Trevor-Roper: the biography
When I first spotted this book in the library, I wasn’t sure whether or not to pick it up – I already had an armful to take out, and wasn’t looking for another one. Like, [more…]
Politics
Question Time with Going Postal
Graphic EJ David Dimbleby presents topical debate from from Yeovil. On the panel are the Conservatve’s Theresa Villiers MP, former secretary of state for Northern Ireland, Labour’s David Lammy MP, author of the Lammy Review [more…]
Health
A Balls-Up in and out of the Barracks
Everyday dental life in the Clinic was fairly normal. Normal that is if I had been used to working in a practice with limited equipment and materials, alongside three other dentists, one of whom had [more…]
Arts
The Organ (ii)
Wind The accompanying image is taken from Dom Bedos’ ‘ l’art du Facteur d’ Orgues’ (1776), and shows, among other things, a single organ-blower, operating one of three ‘feeders’ – or possibly, pumping two of the [more…]
Peace
It’s time to take a couple of minutes for quiet contemplation
Dedicated to all the men & women of the British Armed Services, especially those killed in the line of duty since WW1 and the countless numbers injured and disabled defending our country and way of [more…]
Health
Remembering An Old Flame, Part Three
Whilst working in Essex I’d had my fair share of treating celebrities and the famous. There was an ex Milky Bar kid, then in his 30’s with dreadful teeth but still living the dream [more…]
Health
The Liar, The Witch and The Wardrobe
When I took the Libyan job there was nothing in the job description that mentioned furckling around in a dictator’s mouth. Had there been, I still would have signed up. The position I had been [more…]