Notes From My Youth.


When I was significantly younger (give me a decade at least, if not two) I received a Sonic the Hedgehog comic which had a bunch of stickers, one of which said, "R is for Robotnik and Rotten." I put a smaller sticker over the Robotnik bit with my brothers name, Richard, and stuck it onto his bedroom door. Lo, the war commenced. The only problem with this war was that whilst there are any amount of derogatory things beginning with R, there are precious few beginning with K. The rules were unstated but generally given that you weren't allowed to tape up one you found in the dictionary. I made up almost thirty for my brothers door over the course of around a year, he managed five, the most creative of which was, "K is for Kat and Knitting Kit". Eventually we managed to blow my Mothers last remaining fuse and the doors got repainted, but my brother removed as many of his insults as he could and mounted them onto a piece of card. Whether or not this still exists is a mystery. Many, many, many years later we are still happily insulting each other, and long may the trend continue.

Fun Felidae Fact: We always sign the back of any envelope sent to each other with "SWALS". Our Mother fondly thinks it stands for "Signed With A Loving Slap", but sadly it's "Signed With A Loving Shit". We're never going to enlighten her.