My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.

Monday, 28 August 1995 So Sis, Continuing on from “Pisspot’s Undoing” Saturday morning at 10am Brett comes knocking on my door, offering to give me a lift to his place in St Kilda.  I get ready, quickly shower and comb over my scruffiness and Brett gives me a ride to Coles for my shopping.  Then it’s back to my place, a coffee, and then to … Continue reading My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.

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!