It’s not my party, but I’m still gonna cry about it.

Tuesday, 18 August 1992 Hey Sis, Your second letter in two days! It’s just that I only get half an hour for lunch so by the time I actually get anywhere it’s always time to come back so I figured I’d start another letter, it burns time. It’s Mara’s 21st party thingy on Saturday night, something I’m not looking forward to. Ma says it’s formal … Continue reading It’s not my party, but I’m still gonna cry about it.

Potato Cakes & Vodka

7 August, 1992 Howdy Sis, How you going? I’m at work and I’m hung-over as hell and I just can’t face having to speak to business knobs’ secretaries with all the charisma of lobotomized Alsatians, so I thought I’d write a long overdue letter to my Sis. Watcha been doin’? I went out last night with Donovan (remember him? the tall one with all the hair) … Continue reading Potato Cakes & Vodka

Bad news letters from mum are always hand written.

7 February 1992 Dear S I know that this is going to be the hardest letter I have ever had to write. I have asked your Dad to leave the house.  The reason for this is that on Thursday night of last week I had been out and have had a feeling for some time that Dad was still seeing Lilith.  I drove around to … Continue reading Bad news letters from mum are always hand written.