Week Thirty One

Thanks to Kent @Taylertoons for this week's postcard, delightfully showcasing The Mummy's Shroud. I haven't seen the film yet but it's on my list of films I've heard of now at least. The young lady looks suitably horrified but I can empathise with the Mummy as I know how hard it is picking bones out of fish that I'm eating, let alone human sized bones. Nightmare.

I tried to get my brother a point this week to save his blushes when he finds out and I honestly thought that sending him a postcard for his birthday would invoke a reaction, however the phone was silent and there was nothing online. Just to double check that he received it I sent him a message saying "I hope you got your birthday card" to which he replied "I did, thankyou".

He is not getting a point for that.

This means the score is 29-2 and he's going to really have to up his game if he wants to close the gap. Perhaps The Mummy's Shroud will be one of his favourite films?

Week Thirty

It's my brother's birthday today so I've sent him an extra big postcard to celebrate this momentous occasion. He's 21, but not really. I only hope the postman doesn't steal the two £50 notes I put in with the postcard.

I've spent the week following my win on numerous talk shows, with editors of magazines and newspapers and talking to the foreign press about my strategy. This all occurred from my padded white room in a secret location where they keep people like me. It's very secluded.

I thought my brother would be down this week but he hasn't turned up...either that or he's avoiding me. I guess his points will have to come via text or phone calls like the other two have. 28-2 to me and climbing.

Week Twenty Nine

This week's postcard will annoy my brother immensely. Flora Day is an annual tradition in Helston where people from the town follow a set dance around the town at different times. The dances at 7am and 5pm were traditionally for the workers of the town, with the midday dance being for the gentry. He dances in the 7 and 5 because he says he hasn't forgotten his roots; I dance in the midday because I can get up at 11am and only have to do it once. He thinks I'm a snob, I know I'm just taking the easy way out.

Besides, I've managed to keep in touch with him every week for the past six and a half months. His lack of return means that finally, before the weeks have turned thirty...

I AM THE WINNER OF POSTCARDS TO MY BROTHER!

I was hoping for a whitewash but 52-0 was always going to be a big ask. This week it's 27-2 and, with only 23 weeks to go, there is no way he can make up the deficit.

I've had some cracking contributions from some big hitters but I still need to fill the weeks somehow so be sure to send me anything you've got, particularly if it suggests victory or includes people parading around for some reason. Here's a photo of my brother and I at his 25th birthday party which, considering I'm younger than him and I'm 30 now, was a day or two ago I realise. We both still look just about the same.

Week Twenty Eight

Here we are - who ever thought we would get to this point? Unfortunately confusion is reigning this week as I told @AlyaBessex that it's a draw and he felt the need to contribute. Only he knows what the arrow is meant to represent and I didn't like to ask as he handed me the finished product and I said, "No - draw" to which he replied, "Yes - drawer". This is my life now.

I am ecstatic in reality with the score being 26-2. Next week is the big one.

There is still plenty of room for contributions, let me know if you have something to give and I will tell you where to send it. As ever a big thank you to all of our readers, I will be completing this project in December so there are more postcards to come, postcard fans. We are almost in to our lap of honour.