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Surely not the postman?

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Surely not the postman?

As life plods inexorably on its way, one might as well get used to the notion that some of the characters who once seemed to be part of the very fabric of society will recede into the background; they will flicker, fade, and then perhaps disappear quietly for ever. Among them are clearly some figures…

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A dog’s afterlife

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The older I get, the more I wonder at certain of the people around me, the things they profess to enjoy, and the way they behave.  In some respects, I confess, my puzzlement is my own fault; I simply cannot be bothered to find out. It was like that all those years ago when, at…

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The steam age (and my part in its revival)

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The steam age (and my part in its revival)

I have been authoritatively assured that one day, sooner or later, I shall find myself facing the Great Assessor in The Sky. When that happens, I am told, he will have searching questions to ask me, so I had better be prepared.  In particular, he will want to know whether I have achieved anything positive…

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The matter of Wobbly Maud

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The matter of Wobbly Maud

Let me admit it right at the start; the Road on which we live is not all that congenial. Stately, if you like, with big trees and some bigger houses; a Princess once resided halfway up the hill, and the Director of the National Bank lives up at the top. Every front drive sports at…

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Sad song

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At six I wake, roused by the crash of thunder I sneeze, I freeze, my dreams in disarray The rain beats down; I creep more warmly under My quilt, but frown: this cannot be my day   At eight I rise, all hope of sleep forsaking Shaving, I cut my chin, but have no plaster…

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Ecdysis

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The other evening I found myself listening to a lecture by an enthusiastic young man explaining that since electronic text was the technical highlight of this young century, we must accept the consequences. Newspapers and magazines, he assured us, would be dead within a decade. And Printed Books would be next in line for the…

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Song for Methuselah

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When I sit in my eyrie and note in my diary “Eighty three years –and not quitting..” I am not courting fame nor yet fulsome acclaim (Though a grain of respect might be fitting) But alas, now and then I encounter young men Who, on staring askance at my eyrie, Dismiss me as musty and…

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The Hochurch Admiral

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The first part of this tale is true. Beyond that, judge for yourself; me, I’m just not sure. It was my late Great Uncle Edwin who first told us the story, when we were small. Back in the ‘twenties or so he had taught at the village school in a place which he called Hochurch….

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About the author

Graham Dukes is a lawyer, physician, author and church organist. He lives in Oslo with his wife and co-contributor Elizabet Helsing.

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