Literature
An Old Man’s Musings Part Twenty-Five
I only have experience of GP and Fatty’s site so I have no way of comparing the style or content of blogs in general but I am willing to bet that GP cannot be beaten [more…]
Articles by Going Postal
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred and Seventy Eight
Monday Good morning, and it looks like today could be the last day of decent weather, with rain forecast for tomorrow morning. I was not surprised to see that Parliament was busy on Saturday, but [more…]
Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter Three
Upstairs in the Prime Minister’s private office he turned his computer monitor so Dave could read the message. ‘We have Jane Goodley the head of MI5 here. Unless you do what we want, she will [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Eight
Izzy recovered from her surprise at the proposal of marriage very quickly, and replied, “Yes, of course.” The rest of the table burst into cheers, which quickly turned to applause, and the surrounding tables, seeing [more…]
America
Making Sense of American Craziness
The idea that England and America are two countries separated by the same language is often attributed to George Bernard Shaw, but there are other attributes that separate us as well. We in the US [more…]
20th Century
Fitzroy Maclean
When you hear the name Fitzroy Maclean, what comes to mind? For many, it’s his role as a founding member of the SAS, those daring desert raiders of World War II. Others might recall his [more…]
Arts
It’s Over, Goodbye 4chan
On the 14th of April, the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. 4Chan had been hacked. While it has been hacked before, none of them have ever been this devastating. The Source code has [more…]
Book Review
Book review: The Blue House, by Nigel Parsons
This is the second book by this author to be reviewed on GP – you can find my review of his previous novel, Three Lives (linky). Written with both heart and head, The Blue House [more…]
Christianity
John Clare
John Clare I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows [more…]