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.
Tuesday, 11 January 1994 S, How’s it going? I mailed your first Cleo magazine yesterday, but didn’t have time to put a letter in. I must say, to my shame, that I had a flick through it. Well, what I saw was enough for me to be sworn off bananas for life! (see the “Banana Smooshie” recipe in the “How to Drive Your Man Wild … Continue reading Farts & Deadlocks on Doors