I just got the following email from my Mum
about the Ian
and Shan's Guy Fawkes Party page and video:
So, I’ll just remind you,( and all your mates, whose own mothers
can tell a similar story) that I spent 9 very long months,
having to give up booze and smoking, gaining
stretch marks that all the so called
“smoothing away creams” did jack shiit for, spent 48
excruciating & mind-blowing hours in
indescribable pain that to this day I have not recovered from,
and then spent the next 21 years being a slave to you, feeding,
clothing, baking millions of biscuits and cakes and nourishing
and wholesome meals in vast quantities, which was very difficult
because I was usually on some “new” diet, driving you to every
tom, dick and Harry's house or into
town, usually when I just felt like lying down and passing out
with exhaustion, guarding you from every murderer, child
molester and crazy fool in the country, doing ferocious battle
with mindless morons of teachers who usually only had bad things
to say (usually about you doing some science experiment on some
other mother’s child) and when they did have some marvellous
wonderful thing to say about you, your father took credit,
saying “he must have got it from me”, and spending countless
nights, wiping your brow and giving you cool drinks when you
were sick, (your father just slept right through the night),
just so you could grow up into the healthy,
well adjusted young man that you are.
(did I mention the countless, mind-numbing and downright BORING
hours I spent sitting in an audience listening to the
never ending school concerts,
speeches etc, while nearly passing out with the heat and
overpowering smell of little boys and girls farts.) (just
kidding, you were absolutely fantastic).
So I remind you son, if you (and your mates) want to chuck all
that hard work away – GO FOR IT.
Blow a hole in your heads, disfigure yourselves in some horrific
manner and blind yourselves, not to mention all the other poor
innocent people and bystanders, it doesn’t worry me!! I have
let go.
Love you heaps
All my love, Mum
I felt just a tiny bit guilty about what we
had done (or the appearance of what we had done) so I'll tell
you how I managed to get all the footage that I did without
risking blindness and/or disfigurement.
Basically I and the rest of us stood behind a
glass door on the balcony and I held the camera around the side
of the door. See this pic:
