I reckon anyone who can speak with authority on the Middle East always sounds brainy.

From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, February 19, 2002 12:58AM To: ‘J’ Hi Little Brother, My new year’s resolution was to read 5 books this year. I realised at the end of last year that I had not read a book ALL year, much to my shame and embarrassment, could blame toddlers, chasing moles and full time jobs but that wouldn’t cut it – I was just slack.   … Continue reading I reckon anyone who can speak with authority on the Middle East always sounds brainy.

Cabaret Groupies & Dead Moles

From: ‘S’ Date: Wednesday January 23, 2002 11:02PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Hiya baby brother, I don’t have much to report other than the joy that the MOLE IS DEAD!!!!  The Environmental Health man came out and put down some poisonous gas, – “used this stuff in the second world war luv, keep ya kids inside wont ya – not Jewish are ya, hate to offend … Continue reading Cabaret Groupies & Dead Moles

I stayed up so late that I was awake through the sobering up process.

From: ‘J’ Date: 21 January 2002 02:41AM To: ‘S’ Subject: I’m not very fucking relaxed at all!  Hey Sis. Finally went to the dentist, expecting to require a good six or seven fillings (I swear, there’s more mercury in my mouth than Ok Tedi) but Oh Happy Day! I only needed one filling. But you know how wussy I am about the dentist, yeah? So I … Continue reading I stayed up so late that I was awake through the sobering up process.

Christmas was shit. Mum’s got cancer and I’m fat again.

From: ‘S’ Date: 07 January 2002 08:05AM To: ‘J’ Subject: You back yet? I feel really bad, but I had such trouble talking to Mum after she told me about her cancer, it took me nearly a week to call her back, no doubt she told you.  I don’t really know why, just found I couldn’t pick up the phone and call her.  Anyway she … Continue reading Christmas was shit. Mum’s got cancer and I’m fat again.

Christmas will not stop until it has taken over the whole calendar.

  From: ‘J’ Date: 17 October 2001 05:01PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Have a schizophrenic Christmas. Hey Sis, did I tell you I’m on the committee for planning this year’s work Christmas function?  Here are some of my ideas. I don’t think they’re going down very well.  People here are strange. At each table, instead of having people’s names on their seat, have characters from your Standard Aussie … Continue reading Christmas will not stop until it has taken over the whole calendar.

We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.

From: ‘J’ Date: 17 July 2001 2:11AM (AUSTRALIAN Time) To: ‘S’ Subject: The Tightest Pants in Bendigo hygienically sealed, of course. The Chronicles of J continue.. Oooh la la! I had a GREAT weekend (don’t get too excited – still dry sheets in the Richmond House of No-Sex). Went to that wedding that I was bitching and moaning about and had a really good time. I … Continue reading We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.