Month: October 2017

Zainichi, Part Two

Joe Slater, Going Postal

Okubo is Tokyo’s main Koreatown and one of the very few large immigrant enclaves in the entire country. It’s a downtown area around two very busy railway stations, a little world to itself where people of Korean ancestry lived, worked, shopped, dined and enjoyed themselves in the postwar decades. This was the only place in Tokyo where you saw Korean words and Korean names publically displayed on doors and windows, or heard the language on the street. For many years, it was disreputable, all the more so as it overlapped with a red-light district. Since the 2002 World Cup and the Korean Wave, however, Okubo has become hip, especially among young women attracted by stores selling merchandise connected with Korean pop-stars and TV dramas.

In the middle of the commercial area, halfway up a small office block, is the Arirang centre, which houses a small library, office and Korean cultural exhibitions. Few visit it, as it is hard to find and barely big enough to hold more than 12 people at a time anyway. But I had long found it a useful resource. When I go back to Tokyo, I often drop by this place, to ask what is new in the Korean community.

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The EU is Doomed, Part Four

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal

Problems between East and West

When the Roman Empire fell in the west, what remained in the east carries on. To us it is commonly known as the Byzantine Empire, they called themselves Romans. It took on a more Greek identity, focused on Constantinople, and had its own Patriarch to oversee orthodox Christianity. It was they who successfully converted the Russ, ancestors of modern Russia. Here was preserved much of the ancient learning from Greek and Roman academics, scholars, doctors, philosophers, scientists, mathematicians, etc. The Empire had split in to east and west, each with its own Emperor.

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Twenty Five, Part Two

Coloniescross, Going Postal

Twenty Five is a series of semi autobiographical short stories based on the life and times of a character I have chosen to call Colin Cross. Colin is partly a fiction, an amalgam if you like of a real person who has lived through turbulent times, combined with historical events and sometimes people that reflect these times and their influences. Some of the things portrayed as happening to Colin may well have happened to others and been witnessed by the author, others will be totally fictional constructs based on the writers knowledge and personal understanding of time and place.

Although the majority of the characters and places portrayed in these stories are based on real people and places some of the names have been changed for obvious reasons. Some of the stories which will feature have already appeared on Going Postal, most notably the Incarceration series, they will need to be rewritten but will contain the facts as first published.

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Victoriana 14

Tachybaptus, Going Postal


Chapter 14
Later that night, after a hearty supper of locally caught mackerel, the four were upstairs in Irving and Fingers’s room, trying to make sense of the day’s events.
Rusty spread out the documents he had taken from McHerring’s pea jacket. One of them was much thicker than the others, and opened out into a large map which showed Scotland, the north of Ireland, and Iceland. It was marked with numerous lines and two large and enigmatic circles.
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The Sunday Sermon with the Church of Going Postal, 29th October 2017

Hallelujah brothers and sisters, hallelujah.

This morning I’d like to briefly talk about the latest rebuilding work. The local building firm Stanislav and Sons is making fine progress with the plumbing and before we know it the refurbishment and building work will be complete. We’ll be able to move in to our plush new home with all the mod cons, including central heating which with winter coming fast upon us will I’m sure please some of our more sickly parishioners.

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The Strange Death of Jack Moeran

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal
Kenmare Pier, Co.Kerry

Just after 4 p.m. on December 1st 1950 a single figure was seen walking down the length of Kenmare Pier in Co.Kerry, southern Ireland. It was already getting quite dark and the squally showers that had been swirling along the west coast of Ireland for most of the day whipped up the surface of the water of Kenmare river – an extension of the Kenmare estuary leading out to the Atlantic – into ribbons of rain lashed furrows that relentlessly beat against the stonework of the pier. The pier, unlike the grand Victorian and Edwardian edifices that grace the British coastline, was a simple affair of less than 70 yards and was used primarily to moor a single fishing boat against on either flank. A short row of cottages faced the pier on its landward end and from one of these an observer watched, curious to see who it was that was venturing out onto the pier at this time of day and in such weather.
At the inquest later this same observer was to say that the figure suddenly dropped into the water but it is unclear wether he meant that the figure jumped or just toppled in. Rushing out onto the pier he watched as the figure swirled and disappeared beneath the water but such was the current at this point that it was brought around close to the steps that ran down the eastern side of the pier and with the aid of a hook it was brought to land and laid out on the pier. It was only then that the cottage dweller recognised the figure he had pulled out of the water. Jack Moeran, well-known in the town of Kenmare and a not infrequent visitor to the Lansdowne Hotel bar – and many other bars that dotted the triangle of main streets. It is not known if the rescuer was fully aware of the history of Jack Moeran but he was quite sure that the figure lying in front of him on the windswept pier was dead. Quite dead.

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The War In Iraq 1941, Part Two

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The Siege of RAF Habbaniya

The arrival of the second convoy at Basra caused the Iraqi leadership considerable panic. Rashid Ali continued to pester his newly-found Axis allies for financial and military aid. Specifically, he asked the Germans for captured British weaponry as the Iraqi army was familiar with and had trained on British weapons. The British Ambassador in Baghdad Sir Kinahan Cornwallis, had sent communications to Rashid Ali that Iraqi forces should immediately stop any aggression against British forces in the country and honour the terms of the Anglo-Iraq treaty. Baghdad was now a hostile city and on 29th April 1941, Cornwallis decided to evacuate non-essential British nationals from the Capital to Habbaniya.

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Question Time with Going Postal, 26th October 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Portsmouth.

Panellists include Conservative MP (God-Emperor) Jacob Rees-Mogg, Labour’s shadow attorney general Shami (whitewash) Chakrabarti, SNP’s former first minister (führer) of Scotland Alex Salmond, feminist writer (and bore) Germaine Greer and political editor of the Sunday Express Camilla Tominey (I am lost for words).

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