Remember Kids, Floss or Die!

Monday, 21 March 1994 Hey Sis, How you doing?  Personally, I’m fine and knot-free.  Yes, that’s right, I’m now totally dread-less.  I’ve combed them all out, I can now run a comb through every square inch of my lumpy head of hair.  Mum will be pleased.  I’m seeing her tonight, I’m off to the dentist for four more fillings so back to Poo Town and … Continue reading Remember Kids, Floss or Die!

The weather is very important to Nana.

8 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Thanks ever so much for the lovely perfume and the card and the phone call for my 70th birthday, it was lovely to receive so much attention.  Gee I had a great day, in fact the whole week was just beaut.  And at last we have been to Pomona which we have wanted to see for so long … Continue reading The weather is very important to Nana.

Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.

Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one.  Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.

Your brother is wasted and your Father’s Whore is a sour puss with a large double chin.

Tues, 15 Feb 1994 Dear S and Jack Have been meaning to write this for ages. Before I forget – Amanda Potter is engaged to an Argentinian – getting married in 1995, her sister Courtney got married last week.  Tyler Hunt gets married and will be in UK in May.  His father asked for your phone number.  Doubt he’ll call. Did I tell you about … Continue reading Your brother is wasted and your Father’s Whore is a sour puss with a large double chin.

Perhaps I’m simply made up entirely of what people want me to be.

THIS IS ONE OF MANY LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 10 FEB 1994 AND SLOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAST LETTER HE SENT BUT HE DECIDED NOT TO INCLUDE IT, MAYBE HE FELT IT WAS TOO … Continue reading Perhaps I’m simply made up entirely of what people want me to be.

I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.

Tuesday, 18 January 1994 Dear S, Just met Mum for lunch at Collins Place.  I only had my home made lunch of jam and vegemite sandwiches, so she shouted me a falafel.  She told me of your poisoning attempt on Jack’s life.  Fiendishly clever Sis!  Tell me, I’ve never heard of having to fill a kettle with acid to clean it, why are kettles in … Continue reading I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.

Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts

Friday, 14 January 1994 Sis, Just a quick note to accompany this old Cleo of Leah’s I found lying around last night when I was looking for my wallet.  Actually, looking at it, I don’t think she’ll let me give it to you – it’s got the pictures of Keanu Reeves….naked!  I think she took a day off work when that one came out, wore … Continue reading Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts

Our Grandmother really, really, REALLY loves “Xmas”

Wednesday, 15 December 1993 Dear S Just a few lines in with your Xmas card.  So very pleased to get your letter but sorry to hear you have been sick and in hospital S and Jack with his leg in plaster, cripes both in the wars together.  Thank you for the lovely calendar you sent us, it is beautiful and we’ll hang it in the … Continue reading Our Grandmother really, really, REALLY loves “Xmas”