December 1997 Jack and I had split months earlier and he moved out, Brady and I were still living in the house trying to get used to our new life and routine. I had agreed that Brady could spend Christmas with Jack and his family. I drove her down to Devon a couple of days before Christmas and sobbed all the way back to Hertfordshire. … Continue reading J heads to UK to hand tissues to S.
Brady and I arrived in Australia on 6 Dec 1995, we stayed with Mum and then at J’s for a few nights. J was so proud of his little house and I was so proud of him. He dragged me around the City showing me where he worked and his daily haunts. We did a lot of shopping. We spent hours talking about the … Continue reading ‘Til next time little brother.
Wednesday, 27 September 1995 9:17AM I never told you how that party on Saturday night went did I? I arrived elevenish, went in and frantically look around the room for someone I knew. I saw Lisa, grabbed her and made her talk. Then Paige (Matt the host’s girlfriend) came along and we had a stilted chat while I tried to get drunk and didn’t succeed. … Continue reading Stories about people on trams and doughnuts aren’t exactly edge-of-your-seat stuff, but it’s the exchanging of these trivialities that keep us in touch.
Today is your anniversary. It’s 4383 days since you left. I will play this song over and over today oh so loudly. Your favourite band. I will dance wildly. I will cry and I will laugh, I will remember and I will love you even more. Oh how I miss you sweet man. Come back, come back Don’t walk away Come back, … Continue reading An Aside from S
Friday, 26 May 1995, 10:42am Wow. I’ve just realized how soon you’re going to be having your baby. The proximity of it hit me last night. It’s like seven days away. Wow. I will have to send this today or it wont make it in time. I really hope you’ve decided on a name for it Sis. Call me old fashioned, but I think a … Continue reading My brother, my birthing cheerleader.
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
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