Friday, 18 February 1994 Dear S, I just got your letter, thanks so much. I really needed to hear from you, I was beginning to feel like I was committing these letters to “The Void” (wanky as it sounds.) The prospect of all my gibberish being published one day is a bit daunting, but I’d like to see them all together, it would be a bit like … Continue reading Little Brother, our Father is dead to me so I have no problem posting this.
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.