Forest Letter Writing Club

[Jimmy Bastard]

Dear Evelyn: Your letter was waiting for me when I came home, but was not the less interesting because I had seen you in the meantime. We usually say more in a letter than we do in conversation, the reason being that, in a letter, we feel that we are shielded from the indifference or enthusiasm which our remarks may meet with or arouse. We commit our thoughts, as it were, to the winds. Whereas, in conversation, we are constantly watching or noting the effect of what we are saying, and, when the relations are intimate, we shrink from being taken too seriously on one hand, and, on the other not seriously enough--

But people no longer write letters. Lacking the leisure and, for the most part, the ability, they dictate dispatches, and scribble messages...In these days, we have not the artlessness nor the freedom of our forbears. We know too much about ourselves. Constraint covers us like a curtain. Not being very sure of our own feelings, we are in a fog about the feelings of others. And it really is too bad that it should be so.

Joel Chandler Harris, letter to his son, 5 April 1900.

Forest Letter Writing Club will be held on each Saturday in the Main Cafe at 1PM
Stamps, paper, postcards, pen and envelopes all provided.
Please join me in this lost art.

[Roman]

Next Saturday I'm in.

[Nerea]

Of course, I´m gonna be there Great idea!

[amelia]

And I am so in on this idea I am going to be doing it here but imagining I am doing it there. I love writing letters and sending postcards. Providing the envelopes - did you also say stamps ? Forest you don't cease to impress.

[Jimmy Bastard]

Same time next Saturday then. Bring your friends.


Thank you to whoever found my purse
Also when I fell, the passing nurse
And when in my coma
As I tried to bludgeon
Chartist demonstrators in the square
Those on the ward
Yours, much restored

I disagree entirely with your choice
Peetie Wheatstraw had a better voice
I’d like to warn your readers
Stapely Water Gardens
A nice day out but best to take a flask

Dear Miss McVey
It pains me to say
The school choir was dull
And the blame lies with you

Sewage farm an absolute disgrace
Picnic table somewhat out of place
Leisure centre cashpoint
Always out of order
And there’s too much chlorine in the pool

Thirteen across
Where was the clue?
Bird on the wire
Len, you’re the dogs’

Half Man Half Biscuit - Letters Sent