I hate eating in places where the table cloth is cleaner than my clothes. I like a dive, a greasy spoon.

Friday, 3 Feb 1995 Sis, Well, I didn’t end up going to that party at Christopher’s on Saturday night. What does he expect anyway, inviting me to a party where the only people I know are the host, who’ll be running around all night and someone else I haven’t see in four years. Christopher will be mightily pissed off though. I’m trying really hard to … Continue reading I hate eating in places where the table cloth is cleaner than my clothes. I like a dive, a greasy spoon.

You are so goddamn terrific little brother, I don’t think you realise it.

17 Feb 1994 Dear J Well three letters of confusion from you in one week is more than I can stand.  So for the first time in 2 and a half years, I think, I am writing back to you and I’m sorry for that. There’s so much going on here and I would rather you all just thought I was living some kind of … Continue reading You are so goddamn terrific little brother, I don’t think you realise it.

What is stronger, my need for approval or my fear of ridicule?

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE 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 16 FEB 1994 . I’ve been thinking about the nature of these letters I’ve been writing to you these last few months, and it’s kind of strange.  When I … Continue reading What is stronger, my need for approval or my fear of ridicule?

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.

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.