But today my heart was filled with joy when today I received a postcard – a hashcard, no less – from fellow hasher
Fippe, whose expedition to Lüneburg last week brought him
past the famous town hall shown in the postcard, as evidenced by his photo from the site.
The postcards pictured below, among others, were given to me by my grandmother, pre-stamped, when I started university in September
1999, to encourage me to let me know how I was getting along. Originally privately posted to my gran, I posted pictures on them online elsewhere in 2006, having recovered them from her
house after her death. The place they were posted is long-gone, so on 25 May 2019 I retroactively posted them here, back-dated to
their original authorship.
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Gran,
Hi! I didn’t know that you didn’t have my address down here in Wales until my mum sent me an e-mail and told me, so I thought I’d send you a card and tell you what it is, so that when
the money runs out and I end up in the eating-cold-baked-beans-straight-from-the-tin stage, I can phone you and you can send a food parcel… Only kidding. Course is great; freedom is
better; ladies are gorgeous. Lovely place here.
All my love, Dan
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Gran,
No money. No time. Suicidally depressed. Knife-wound isn’t healing…
Only joking! Having a great time, really! All the fun of the fair! Aberystwyth remains typically rainy, but spirits are high and beer prices are low, so that doesn’t matter!
Having a Christmas Dinner with the Computer Society on Wednesday, and coming back to Preston on Saturday (18th Dec). Been a busy week, between Final Deadlines, Getting Stood Up, Living
A Party Life and Sleeping. Think I’ll have a long lie-in, tomorrow, and Honey Loops for breakfast! Yeh!