Arts
Postcard from Lille Part 52
If you still need proof of the existence of God through nature then take the bus, jeepney and pedicar as far as you can. When the way gets too steep for the pedicar cyclist, alight [more…]
Culture
Arts
Something’s Wrong With The FFRC – Episode 1
The following short video is a fictional account of an imaginary craft and crew searching the far reaches of cyberspace. All characters are the result of a very sick mind and any familiarity to persons [more…]
Arts
Shunting forwards and backwards
Some you win, some you lose. Modelling, like life isn’t a smooth, seamless journey without problems or setbacks. Ok that’s a bit dramatic. We left this saga at the point where most of the layout [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 51
I’m in my room, above my ‘Anglo Philippine’ office, in the Durian building in Davao City, in the wild south of the Philippine Islands. It is siesta time and I’ve been interrupted again, despite barricading [more…]
20th Century
Fleet Air Arm Museum
End of January I had a trip down to the Fleet Air Arm Museum at RNAS Yeovilton with a couple of fellow Postaliers. Don’t arrive after 11 am if you want breakfast in the cafeteria. [more…]
Arts
Sinking the enemy BBC style
When I heard through a third-party that the BBC was planning, and I quote, ‘to sink’ my new book about them I wasn’t that surprised. After all, the theme of ‘The Fake News Factory: Tales [more…]
Arts
Postcard From Cumbria; Silloth and Abbeytown
Mention Cumbria to most people and they generally think “Lake District”. This isn’t always the case, mention Cumbria to a paid up member of the Urban “wokerati” and all you’ll get in response is a [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 50
Roberto rolled out of his hammock and felt the soles of his feet against a mud floor. He could hardly stand up. An empty bottle of local brew fell from him and bounced by his [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lundy Island
“I’ve just got back from Lundy Island.” These words are often greeted by furrowed brows and hazarded guesses as to its whereabouts. “Oh yes – somewhere in Scotland, isn’t it?” Hands up Postalliers who know? [more…]