Friday, 11 March 1994 Dear S, Well, your little brother has taken another baby step towards the mantle of adulthood. This very morn I got my Learners Permit to drive. It was bloody easy. Leah timed me, a total of eight minutes. I think it was because there’s so much information in the booklet, that I thought the test would have to be at least … Continue reading Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!
Thursday, 10 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, the Despatch Boy (ok it is weird calling him Despatch Boy now that he has a son) is away again, so Simon is filling in for him which leaves me companionless for the day, which leads me to ponder things best left un-pondered. Such as the moral nature of these undertakings with Leah. I’m beginning to think that … Continue reading The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty.
8 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Thanks ever so much for the lovely perfume and the card and the phone call for my 70th birthday, it was lovely to receive so much attention. Gee I had a great day, in fact the whole week was just beaut. And at last we have been to Pomona which we have wanted to see for so long … Continue reading The weather is very important to Nana.
Monday, 7 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a Monday and I have the feeling it’s going to be a long one. I’m flying solo today, as Simon has apparently taken ill over the weekend and won’t be joining me for today’s festivities. Exactly what those festivities entail, I’m not too sure. In this zany, nutty, el whacko funhouse, who can tell? Yes, today, I … Continue reading Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.
Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one. Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.
Monday, 28 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a sunny day down here and I’m in a surprisingly good mood considering the crappy weekend I’ve had. I feel like I’ve guzzled half a gallon of Buzz saw Blend Ultra-Caffeinated Coffee, but I haven’t touched it at all today. If you could see the murky goo that passes for coffee here I think you’d understand. Well … Continue reading The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.
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.
THIS IS ONE OF MANY 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 10 FEB 1994 AND SLOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAST LETTER HE SENT BUT HE DECIDED NOT TO INCLUDE IT, MAYBE HE FELT IT WAS TOO … Continue reading Perhaps I’m simply made up entirely of what people want me to be.
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.
I’m really not sure if I’m doing this properly, I understand people maybe don’t comment on the writing as it has already been written by my brother. It’s not possible to ‘tweak’ the story line as such, it is what it is, and unfortunately set in stone. I don’t know if anyone is reading this from beginning in order or if people are just reading … Continue reading An Aside from S
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