Week Thirty Six

So this is me, up to date. The score is 34-2 and he will continue to receive 'weird postcards' for the next sixteen weeks.

If you have any spare then why not donate them to this worthy cause?

Week Thirty Five

I have had no internet access for a week or two so this postcard went a little late. This is all due to a house move that I am currently recovering from.

I have heard from my brother but only to confirm that he wants two Dukes of Hazzard boxsets from me so no point there. 33-2 and another post to follow immediately.

Week Thirty Four

This week we've got another gem from Beck @new_toon. I wish I had half the talent he has for cartooning; instead I have to put all of my efforts into writing this blog.

We're halfway through moving and I'm a bit worried we won't have the internet for a week or two so I'm going to have to be creative in getting the postcards to you all. I hope you'll forgive me if I have to do a double week or something similar.

He's gone quieter than a mute church mouse in slippers under the leg of a piano recently and I have no idea when I'm next due to hear from him. If I don't tell him our new address I may never hear from him again which will be...well, not unusual. It's 32-2 and all's well. I hope you enjoy this masterpiece.

Week Thirty Three

There were two reasons I couldn't send this postcard straight from Wales this week - firstly, I didn't have my brother's address, a rookie mistake in the world of Extreme Postcarding. Secondly I didn't have access to a scanner so that I could show you all my hard work this week. There's no point spending all this money on my brother if there's no-one reading my...er...art.

As I type this my sister is sat on my sofa. I'm confident that if this was Postcards to my Sister I would not only be behind but I'd be losing drastically. We've discussed what I'm going to do with my life next year once my brother has stopped talking to me but we didn't come up with anything conclusive.

The points keep flooding in, this week it's 31-2. Apologies for the late post, normal service will resume this week.

Week Thirty Two

There are photos of dolphins all over the press despite the fact they're a pretty common sight in Cornwall during the Summer. I guess they have to fill their pages somehow and they're biding their time before the first dolphin attack occurs; make your own jokes about them bottle-nosing someone.

Nothing is working when it comes to provoking my brother, almost as though he has become habitually used to seeing a postcard through the door every week. Will he need counselling when it ceases at the end of the year? Am I giving him Christmas every day only to rip it away from him when he becomes dependent on it? I will endeavour to let you know.

The score is a delicious 30-2 as it stands. I'm away next week so may not get my post done in time due to lack of access to a scanner but I will be sending him a postcard from our travels just to liven things up for him. I'm possibly the best brother in the world.

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.