Airing out the Linen Cupboard on Facebook

Airing out the Linen Cupboard on Facebook

Recently my younger sister posted a bunch of family photos on Facebook, carefully editing her selection to include as many horrid photos of me that she could find. I would call her an old slag, but she is neither old, nor a slag - dang.

Despite being confronted with the evidence of my numerous crimes against hair fashion, I have enjoyed the dialogue that has ensued between my older sister, young sister and me on the web pages. It is like flipping through an old family album together, and then having a (semi)permanent record of the conversation that follows. Even better, because our reactions are written rather than spoken, there is some time for reflection and the dredging up of memories hidden away in dark corners. OK, so we are sightly prone to too-much-information syndrome, but I think that makes it a little more fun. I have pasted one of these conversations below. I also find it fascinating how slippery memory can be - as you will see here. Mainly I am just amused at how bizarre our childhood really was.



Me: when I was 12 my hair was bad, ok? Why is our house always sick tidy in these photos? Oh that's right, I was always tidying it! I am pretty sure I have been snapped clearing up after cyclone (YS)-4 years old :-)

damned iPod - I was trying to say so tidy, not sick tidy.

Younger sister (YS) - a ha thats what little sisters are for! ps that hair is HOT.......I am sure it was bad for a tad longer than that! Oh thats right I have photographic evidence to prove it was! he he

Older sister (OS) Remember that photo, think I took it, you were cleaning up. Background sofa couch is what that alchie Rickie slept on in your old room, pissed on it so much in his sleep it went right through to the carpet & rotted it. Classy

Me - he was so dodgy. He gave me a book called something like "the little black book for boys and girls" when he moved out. It was full of "self abuse" and sex stories and in hind sight read like a book designed by paedophiles for "grooming" children. I was 9 or 10. I was disturbed by it and gave it to Rae who hit the roof. He was very nice to me then turned out to be such a weirdo

hmm that was probably too much information, but isn't it great that on facebook we can bring something different to each photo. Shame we don't have a photo of Cath, Dolly Rocker, or the cat burglar "Piorrhea Pete with the marijuana breath" and his trusty whippets.

OS - Actually the cat burglar was a little ginger man called Paul, I helped him & Mum weigh up ounce bags of weed on our dining table.there was also penguin Pete who went down to Campbells Bay beach & got naked to call in the penguins.... he had a rather pirate edge to him AAARGGHHH.Not forgeting the swinger Cliff Hill. We also had GH the rock photographer who had a penchant for Leather trousers with no undies. He was a strapping 40kg. He accused Mum of drugging him & renting him out for anal sex with brooms. One time we had a 'gathering at ours, Cath came up to the lounge & said something in her incoherent vagrant dribble, then disappeared behind the couch where she lay in a cheap booze coma. God I miss the suburbs
(PS I will remove this once read xx)

Me - Now, I am sure his name was Paul the penguin and pete was the Ginger man with whippets and oral hygiene issues. Cliff Hill in being incredibly tall had such a fitting name. Do you remember that the penguin was a pyromaniac who stayed up until the wee hours burning things in the backyard? He had a Charles Manson vibe.

PS: forgot to mention the photo montage GH did for me of stryper - that Christian metal group that toured in 89. Sooo sweet of him even if stryper wasn't quite my thing. That same year he was covering a music festival up north and we went along and were introduced to joe walsh and the herbs. We then slept in a marae and had pipis for breakfast. So I do have fond memories of the guy even though we did tease him and rae mercilessly for him being an old hippie with patchwork leather vests and skinny jeans. We certainly knew how to drive away those boyfriends!

YS - Don't bother deleting them they are so funny! At least our lives growing up were colorful to say the least. Don't remember penguin man but you are right Pete was the ginger.. his name was Pete shit bags who went out with a prostitute on k road. I don't think i want to know why his name was shit bags! But he did remind me of neil off the young ones a bit. I think he ended up in a Psychiatric hospital... or maybe it was his hooker girlfriend.
God i remember I hated cath the bag lady. She was such a horrible woman.
Actually funny and true story mum went out with this guy Rick who offered to pay Jade and I $50 each if we pashed each other. Anyway this was when we were over at his house, mum found out and got mad and got even. In front of some (I think french can't quite remember) Homestays and us stood at the top of the stairs and said... hey guys look at this.... whipped down her pants pissed in his glass and then gave it to him to drink... which he did.
Our mum was all class...

Me - Ok - now we are all getting very confused! The ginga and pete shitbags were two different Petes (or pete and Paul according to mel's recollection). Jane, that story is at once horrifying and hilarious. Horrifying and hilarious .... those two words pretty much sum up life at 274.