Category: Letters to S
They paved paradise and put up a Safeway Store.
22 Dec 1994 Dear S, Jack and “Shrimp”. The postie has been very busy bringing our mail from far away and thanks very much. First there was the lovely English calendar, we’ll put up on 1st of January. Then the packet of lovely tea and today the very beautiful Xmas card, such a special one and the parcel of pure almond marzipan fruits, goodness me. … Continue reading They paved paradise and put up a Safeway Store.
A Note To My Precious Unborn Grandchild
20 Dec 1994 To My Precious First Grandchild, Yesterday I experienced probably the greatest thrill since your mother and Uncle J were born. How wonderful to be able to see you before you are actually born. To see those little arms and legs and to know that although you’re a product of your Mummy and Daddy, there is a little bit of me in there … Continue reading A Note To My Precious Unborn Grandchild
We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.
6 December 1994 Dear S, This may be the last letter you receive from me. The expedition is not going well. My compatriots are fading badly, it’s the heat you see. Today the mercury has risen to 38˚, yesterday it peaked at 40˚. There is no respite for any of us. I fear we shall all perish. We’ve already eaten three of the camels, and the … Continue reading We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.
In my day pregnant women didn’t work and sewing machines weren’t electric.
4 Nov 1994 Dear S, Jack and ? So very pleased to get your phone call with the beaut news and do hope you are keeping well S. Will you be able to keep your job now that you are pregnant? When I was young, married women didn’t really work and those that did always stopped when they got pregnant. What is the said thing … Continue reading In my day pregnant women didn’t work and sewing machines weren’t electric.
People with names like “Coral” and “Amber” are the sort of people who swallow their own toothpaste.
31 Oct 1994 Dear S, Well, here is the first post-pregnancy announcement letter. So how are you? Pregnant? I’m trying to imaging you in 7 month’s time when you’ll be in full bloom. You’ll be as wide as you are high, and looking non-the-worse for it I’ll bet. What sort of state is the maternity wear industry in over there in the UK? Personally, I … Continue reading People with names like “Coral” and “Amber” are the sort of people who swallow their own toothpaste.
I’m learning how to use a new system called Microsoft Word, pretty exciting to an old WordStar hack like me.
6 Oct 1994 Dear S, You may notice some layout changes with this letter. That’s because I’m fooling around in Microsoft Word it’s pretty exciting to an old WordStar hack like me. So exciting in fact, that I think it’s time to CHANGE THE FONT SIZE!!! oooh think I’m going to like it. Had a chat with Caitlin at work about conditions here and all that … Continue reading I’m learning how to use a new system called Microsoft Word, pretty exciting to an old WordStar hack like me.
Nothing works around here, especially me.
Tuesday, 27 September 1994 Dear S, I thought I’d write a letter, the weather here at the moment recalls my mind to Old Blighty, and I thought I should post off this Cleo to you. I know you wont have your birthday present yet, and you must be getting toey as to whether it will come at all, or if it even exists, so I … Continue reading Nothing works around here, especially me.
Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).
27 Sep 1994 Dearest S and Jack, Thanks for the post card I really appreciate it. Majorca certainly sounds like a beautiful place. Do they do any fishing there? Is that the island where Christopher Skase is because he has been getting a lot of publicity lately but I think it is still a long way from getting him back here to answer charges. Hope … Continue reading Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).
Damn those pesky, pesky parrots.
6 Sept 1994 Dear S and Jack Well I do hope you have a lovely birthday S, I hope the card I sent you got there in time. Our last letters crossed in the post, so pleased you and your Mum had such a beaut time in France and yes S I’d love to see your Mum and J, we do miss you all. We … Continue reading Damn those pesky, pesky parrots.
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