Dear photographz,
You spent ten years giving us pleasure, support, strength and companionship. Now you’re a Pritt Stick.
Nadia Cholmondley-Hughes
Dear Photographz,
Remember when we found Carl trying to ride the rock? He thought it was horse and that we were in Narnia. He kept shouting “Spring is coming! The evil queen is dead! Rise up my beautiful steed and we can ride into the dawn!”
He was wearing his Adidas poppers and had Primula in his hair.
Abby Forgate
Dear Photographz,
He loved golf. And tacos. Which is funny, because we never did go abroad. Apart from that weekend break at the Swindon Travelodge for our ruby wedding.
Pamela Cook
Dear Photographz,
Goodbye is the hardest word to say. So I’ll just say, “Piss off you saggy old bitch. I hope you and that chinless merk Derek are very happy together. Don’t bother coming back for your stuff - I’ve covered it in lucozade so the dogs will piss on it. But, I would like my World of War videos back. Just put them in the post, along with your key.”
Elaine Bollings
Dear Photographz,
Remember that night we made a panini out of Jim’s waterproof trousers and two slices of doormat? Then we sat on the church steps and had a throw the spit competition? Noddy got his a metre and a half.
Matt Sherman