Maybe I’ll shout at the top of my lungs that photography is poor man’s painting. That’ll make sure I’m never invited back – sensitive, arty types.

23 Jan 1995 Dear S, Howdy. Dropped your load yet? I’m getting impatient. What is it, five months to go? In this age of instant soup and TV dinners, you’d think they could speed up the process a little. Eventually, I see all pregnancies starting and concluding within half an hour, allowing you to get back to work for the end of your lunch break. … Continue reading Maybe I’ll shout at the top of my lungs that photography is poor man’s painting. That’ll make sure I’m never invited back – sensitive, arty types.

I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.

Friday, 4 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, another letter to fill in another afternoon.  Spoke to Brett yesterday, he dropped in on his way home from Shiatsu.  I don’t know if you’re familiar with it but it’s an ancient form of Japanese massage healing.  It’s all to do with meridians that run through the body and how the organs relate with one another and the … Continue reading I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.