Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Five
It was cramped in the back of the Fiesta, Trevor drove quickly, the roads were quiet, it was cold, but not frosty. He followed the signs to the military section in the hospital, Sally gave [more…]
Articles by Going Postal
Arts
Happy Margaret Thatcher Day!
My dear old boy – Delighted to say we are back at last. Safe and sound in dear old Blighty after a perfectly hideous 16000 mile round trip to the arse end of the world [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Book Seven – Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jinnie lifted Millie so she could press Izzy’s ring doorbell. Izzy answered the bell and said, “Hello, please come up, the flat door is open.” The door lock buzzed, and the door popped open. The [more…]
20th Century
Desert Mystery: “Letters from Afrika”, Part Five
In Part Four, I described how Afrika Korps Obergefrieter, Hans Walden, had written to Hildegard Bronnold about suffering in a sandstorm, retreating back through Libya into Tunisia, and his hopes for Christmas 1942. In late [more…]
Democracy
Year in review: A tectonic shift has only just begun
As we’re approaching the final hours of 2024, it is a good time to take a step back and remember what this year taught us. History might not repeat itself, but it does rhyme, as [more…]
Authoritarianism
Anarcho-Tyranny
Ed. NB Sent in BE (Before Elon). 10+ years ago, I was totally disinterested in politics, and my get-out clause was “they’re all the same”. The Brexit vote stirred me to get more interested and [more…]
Literature
An Old Man’s Musings, Part Eleven
Mention of snow of course leads back, for those that were around at that time, to the Winter of 1946/1947. I was six and the most vivid memory I have was walking between banks of [more…]
Economics
The Collapse of Prosperity in the West
OK Puffins. Shoulders back & full attention to the screen please. Some questions for you………….. Why are Western finances in such a dire state ? Why are so many people struggling just to exist ? [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Four
It was after midnight when he switched off the engine, the day had been long, but hopefully productive. Sally was in bed, but awake, she asked how the day had gone, “what were you doing [more…]