Arts
A Postcard Frae Glesgae
Over the last few weeks I’ve had occasion to visit Glasgow on two occasions, one for an overnight stay and the second time primarily to visit Kelvingrove Museum and Gallery. The happy circumstance of my [more…]
Literature
Arts
Lee Brilleaux: rock n roll gentleman, by Zoë Howe
The time is the mid 1970s. The place is Canvey Island. The band is the dynamic “proto-punk” outfit known as Dr Feelgood. (I put inverted commas round proto-punk because, although that is what some music [more…]
Fiction
Pale Hands
1. As it was already turning to dusk, I was not expecting anyone to be at the door, but least of all was I expecting whom I saw there – so much so that the [more…]
Fiction
Samyaza Chapter One – April 2006
Going Home The Boeing 777 charter aircraft approached over the flooded fields west of Oxford. The young woman in seat 35D opened her eyes and turned off the borrowed iPlayer. She was not dressed like [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred and Thirty Nine
Monday Good morning people. Another rotten morning, cold and wet, not at all to my liking. I was down the garden and back so fast I surprised myself! Bozzie still hasn’t had a letter from [more…]
Literature
Archaeological Limericks
Both English and, to a much greater extent, Scottish and Irish Gaelic are full of words spelt very differently from the way they are pronounced. These are ‘archaeological’ pronunciations reflecting the way the language [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story – Book Three, Chapter Fifteen
Jinnie was driven to Portsmouth where she was greeted like an old friend by the two Wrens. Most of the clothing she was wearing and had taken with her were her own, as was her [more…]
Arts
The Making of Question Time Review
In the un-read comments beneath Going-Postal’s weekly unread Question Time Review, Puffin’s ask how is it done? Or rather, why is it done? Even, why bother doing it? No matter. Perhaps answering the first unread [more…]
Arts
Three Men on a Bike, Part Two
You will recall that we three intrepid cyclists, Cough, Pat and my good self, had landed in Blangy sur Bresle, a small village on the border of Picardy and Normany on the second night of [more…]