Mi Hermano, Mi Oido...

By now you should have opened your Christmas present containing the address for this website. I fear I have a little explaining to do.

Firstly, 'Mi Oido' doesn't mean ‘he who goes before me’ in Spanish. I explained this earlier in the blog so anybody tuning in will know but unfortunately I couldn’t cascade the message to your level until now. Sorry about that.

Also it’s important to note that there was a scoring system involved with the receiving of postcards every week. I got a point if you didn’t reply and you got a point if you did. Texting me to tell me your cat was sick wasn’t sufficient but a text to reply to a postcard or even to say you received it was adequate. To see if you won have a look at the final score in last week’s post.

I couldn’t have done this alone. The postcards have come from various places and people and I have been updating the good people of Twitter every week as I know you don’t really use your Twitter account. Our epic battle has been mentioned by scores of people including a certain Danny John-Jules who has RT’d the link a good few times. This, along with contributions from some incredible artists, has brought the viewing figures for the blog to this:

You may notice that this is my most viewed blog ever and that includes the time I had to run a marathon.

I hope this clears up any questions about my mental wellbeing and I also hope you’ll take the time to scroll through and see the comments from each postcard. I have thanked the contributors but feel it would be pertinent for you to do the same; after all, you got to keep their work.

Thanks for playing…keep in touch.

Your bro,

Terry

Week Fifty Two

This is it, the final postcard, which means the final score is 47-5. My parents always told me to end on a Venn diagram so that's what I'm doing.

I feel this week's postcard needs explaining. The general gist is that I wanted to annoy my brother by targeting our professions. He's a paramedic and I'm an electrician and suggesting that my job is in any way above his will send him into some kind of weird meltdown. Of course rocket scientists are imperative but it could be argued that the reduction in space programs during economical crises reduces their importance slightly. Likewise I have met site labourers who regularly complete The Times crossword but I have also met some who can't function without constant input. Not all paramedics are lazy. What I'm trying to say is that this isn't a definitive example but it should annoy my brother sufficiently and that's why we're all here, surely.

'All here' refers to the 5,598 views that have occurred to date. I have finally dismantled the big pile of unused postcards that I've had sitting on the side for the year and it was nice to read through some of the letters and cards I've received from contributors. If you haven't already and you find time I would implore you to take a look at some of the dynamite postcards we've used this year.

I'd like to take this final opportunity to thank everyone who's been involved, contributed, shared, retweeted and generally stopped by. My next post will be directed towards my brother and I will put that up next week in time for him to open the quillow that guides him towards this site. Stand by...

Week Fifty One

My friend was babysitting last night and I asked him to doodle on a postcard for this blog, offering either credit or anonymity as necessary. I came back to a blank postcard and so I had to draw something myself. Before I'm accused of degrading women, the stripper is actually male.

The score of 46-5 is representative of the lack of contact this week but is much higher than I initially thought he'd get when I started. In one week it's the anniversary of the idea and in two weeks I'll be writing the outro so be sure to tune in for that. It's hard to believe I only have one more postcard to send.

What are we going to do next year? Answers on a postcard please.

The viewing figures look set to exceed 5,500 this week, a massive thanks to all who have read and promoted the blog at any point. Here's a half naked stripper for your entertainment.

Week Fifty

A big thank you to Mrs L for this week's postcard. So, so appropriate right now.

OK, here's what happened. I took Mrs L out to watch a panto on Thursday night. When I returned to the house where my mother was babysitting I was greeted by my father and brother as well. We were very surprised to see him despite the fact he said he'd be down before Christmas.

Worse than that I took the afternoon off on Friday and we picked up some beer at 1pm. We stopped drinking at 11pm. At some point during this time he reiterated that he was keeping the postcards I'm sending for when I get sectioned. He is standing all over my whitewash victory and twisting it into the ground. 45-5 is flattering but doesn't give the correct impression of the game.

There are just two weeks left and I can barely take the tension that's not even really there. I want to know how he will react. If possible I will record the phone call, if any, that I'm hoping will occur on December 25th.

Week Forty Nine

I thought I'd get my brother a souvenir of the Christmas light switch on in Helston and found this one - but what kind of psychopath glues postcards to fudge? I rescued it as best I could but it's still sullied. I could have sent the fudge as well but...you know...

The score is 45-4 after yet another quiet week. At least I have ascertained that he is receiving the postcards and there are only three weeks to go before he opens his big Christmas postcard quillow and finds out everything. I'm like a small child at 4am on the 25th of December which I believe is some kind of public holiday.

Week Forty Eight

If you've been keeping tabs, and chances are you're £2 down at this stage if you have, the correct numbers for last night's lottery draw were in fact 2, 3, 5, 15, 22, 29 and a bonus of 26. Oops. Still, we're all winners in that my brother didn't act upon this information or, if he did, he didn't get in touch to complain and so the score is a very organised 44-4.

This week I am celebrating the annual tradition that is @MooseAllain's colour-me-in advent calendar which you can download here: http://www.worldofmoose.com/pages/world-of-moose-advent-calendar-2104

It's a cracking load of fun and something that you may even consider letting your children loose with (as long as you have enough ink to print their own separate version as they'll only do yours wrong!).

We've only got four weeks of postcards left but the good news is that we're over 5,000 views...in fact, thanks to a mention from @Bookcunt, we're over 5,200 views. I will post a photo of the official stat on the last post which will be written directly to my brother. Stay tuned.

Week Forty Seven

I couldn't help myself this week, I'm basically trying to see how many people I can get to buy a lottery ticket given that they already have the winning numbers. Check the postcard this week for those details.

The score is 43-4 but, if my brother buys a lottery ticket and wins millions of pounds based on these numbers, I will officially be the biggest loser in this competition. The odds are 14 million to one or thereabouts, mind.

Still, I'm off to buy a lottery ticket.