Joplaco. What a twat.

I received an anonymous letter in the post today. It was addressed to "Tom Phipps's Face", but unfortunately the postmark was smudged so I couldn't actually tell where it came from. The letter itself is either an elaborate code, or the demented scribblings of some sort of retard. Here is the first page:



It would have been nice of my mother to write me a pleasant letter like this, but somehow I am doubtful if the sender was being entirely truthful when he put "MUM xxx" (although the kisses are lifelike) as his/her name.

Oh, it MUST be a code of some sort. The assortment of j's, y's, x's and z's in there point emphatically to a cipher. I want to dedicate all of my brainpower into working out the hidden code. But equally, if it was written by who I think it was written by, and if it was written WHEN I think it was written, then - in all probability, it is just the random scribblings of two drunkards. Of course, I could be wrong.

However, it isn't a total mystery. I mean, the other side of the page reveals the truth behind the 'krazee rombrens' I am apparently beating up:



For some reason this makes me incredibly happy. I would not have got a letter like this two weeks ago. Life is sometimes so devastatingly unpredictable. I like that. Heh.

Until next time. Lots of glazin',
THWP xxx