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Crossword No. 98

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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 Last weeks’ winner. 97 – b-bob. Answers with next week’s [more…]

Wankpuffin’s 2019 Going Postal Fireside Christmas Special Spectacular

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Thanks to all of you who wrote the songs. We couldn’t use all of them, due to lack of time and talent (see grovelling apology in the credits). They will be used in the next [more…]

A Going Postal Christmas Carol: Miriam’s Shack

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If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]

First correct entry out of ‘the hat’ wins a Christmas puffin mug. Email entries to me by 6.00 pm Christmas Day subject ‘Crossword’. Contact here on email Last weeks’ winner. 96 – Audrey’s Daughter. Answers [more…]

The Sweet Shop

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As a young child in the 1950 I used to love to visit the sweet shop to spend some of my pocket money. One of my favourite places was called the Kabin, a very small [more…]

Joe Malone, Part Forty-Two

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I only knew I was cold. And aching. And had a king size headache. I’d like a good rest in Lady Bixby’s emperor sized bed. Preferably resting my head on her chest. Even if she [more…]

Well it’s over then…

16th December 2019 Going Postal 0

We have had gaffes, and both the Tories and Labour have pulled back those people from the front line for the duration. Jacob Rees-Mogg and Diane Abbott come to mind here. We have had stunts [more…]

Crossword No. 96

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First correct entry out of ‘the hat’ wins a GP mug of your choice, or GP beer mats. Email entries to me by 6.00 pm tomorrow subject ‘Crossword’. Contact here on email Last weeks’ winner. [more…]

Joe Malone, Part Forty-One

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Ch 41 – A walk in the moonlight. “Where are we?” I asked Gill. He was resealing his ‘passengers’ back into the thin, false container. Screwing the aluminium into place with a hand drill. I’d [more…]