potatoe

I placed potatoes on Pop’s grave.

2 March 2000 Dear S, Thanks for the postcard from Waikiki and also the video of The Lost Gardens of Heligan that you sent me for Christmas, I really enjoyed it, it’s so marvellous that it could be bought back to life and lovely to follow it through, what a big job to tackle, lots of hard work but so rewarding. Well it’s really March now, … Continue reading I placed potatoes on Pop’s grave.

rooster

The rooster I had picked on the young ones, so I killed him.

30 August, 1999 So very pleased to get your letter and all the lovely snaps.  It’s a beaut one of your Dad, J and Brady, and the ones with Pop in are some of the last to be taken of him. It was also nice to see the full one of our house that Pop built. I wish he could have seen this photo. Do … Continue reading The rooster I had picked on the young ones, so I killed him.

satisfying-mens-business

PlayStation, beer and pizza. Satisfying men’s business.

Thursday,  20 May 1999 Dear S, Igor and Dee came over for dinner last night. I made a casserole. I drank their beer. We watched music videos, bitched about work and co-workers. Igor’s been at Phoenix Magazines for a month now. His first edition is out soon.  He seems to be quite enjoying it.   Tuesday, 25 May 1999 How  was my  weekend?  Same tune, … Continue reading PlayStation, beer and pizza. Satisfying men’s business.

rock-on-hand

You know a rock star is on the way out when he starts singing about his kids.

Wednesday 21 April 1999  9.30AM Dear S Saw Billy Bragg play at the Forum last night.  He was good. Preachy tho.  To be expected  I guess.  He dances now, not something you expect from a socialist.  I went with Jen, Sophia and Marcus. Sophia and Marcus had bought two tickets to see him and then discovered that a friend of theirs was on the door … Continue reading You know a rock star is on the way out when he starts singing about his kids.

cusp

I woke up just on the cusp of a hangover.

Monday, 19 April 1999 Dear S, Weekend.  Friday night, left work drinks at 6:30, walked home to get ready for housemate Eddie’s birthday dinner at Kake di Hatti’s in Brunswick.  Cabbed there, very nearly got run over crossing the road to the bottle shop.  Beer, wine, ouzo au go go.  Sit at the table, we were the first lot there.  I sit next to Caleb’s girlfriend … Continue reading I woke up just on the cusp of a hangover.