Wednesday, 12 June 1991 Hello Sis, You’d better appreciate this punk, it’s the first time I’ve actually had to write anything for over six months. I quit College in about March and have since been enduring the rigours of unemployment. Now don’t cuss and swear, unemployment is quite respectable in a recession you know. I think it’s about 10% now. Life is dull without you … Continue reading Unemployment is quite respectable in a recession you know.
9 July 1991 Dear S I am writing or rather typing, or rather word processing this to you on our NEW computer which we got today. I have just realised that it does not seem to justify the lines really well like WordStar. I am getting WordStar loaded onto it, but will have to get someone from school/work to help me with that. This little … Continue reading Mum’s got a computer now…..
Saturday, 13 Jul 1991 9:00pm after phone call Dear S It was great to talk to you, please apologise to Jack, because I was getting some echo and I was a bit confused, I didn’t really speak to him, just asked to speak to you. He probably thinks I am really ignorant. I am pleased you haven’t resigned yet. It is always easier to get … Continue reading This dot mattress printer is very noisy!
3 August, 1991 12.17am Hi-de-ho to you Sis, How goes it Ms S? You’re darned lucky to be hearing from me, you know. I am a busy man. An EMPLOYED man. A corporate assassin, climbing the treacherous ladder to success, crushing, the dreams and spirits of my underlings underfoot as I claw my way to the zenith of the publishing world, where I will bask … Continue reading I am now an employed man – my first job.
Saturday, 10 August 1991 Dear S Been fairly quiet but cold lately with heaps of wind and rain. Your Mum bought new side boards and shelves for the lounge. Old stuff has gone to the antique shop they are trying to sell it for us without much luck to date though. Had new light fitting fitted in the dining room the other day. The pool pump … Continue reading A letter from my father the Narcissist
Letter from S to friends back in Australia. 18 Sep 1991 Hi Girls, thanks for the communal letter, thought you had all forgotten about me. It’s nice to know that you’re all still alive. I can’t believe that seven months has gone by. I don’t quite know where to start with all my news. It is now 4.30pm, I finish in an hour and … Continue reading News from London.
Friday, 1 November 1991 8:14pm Dear Jewel of My Universe, Howe bee youe? You’re letter was fulle of ye olde Englishe slange so I assume ye transition to the land of Pomp and Splendour is complete, ande yae verily have I adjusted my texte soe ye wille bee ablee to reade ite. Haaah! funny eh? How are you? I just had a letter telling me … Continue reading Caught smoking “Geraniums” by Mum and Dad.
7 February 1992 Dear S I know that this is going to be the hardest letter I have ever had to write. I have asked your Dad to leave the house. The reason for this is that on Thursday night of last week I had been out and have had a feeling for some time that Dad was still seeing Lilith. I drove around to … Continue reading Bad news letters from mum are always hand written.
Thurs 2 Apr 1992 – First met Leah Sat 2 May – 1 month with Leah. Celebrations with too much chocolate and vodka. Tue 2 June – 2 months with Leah. Hopelessly in love. Thur 2 July – 3 months with Leah. I gave her candelabra – still hopeless. Sun 2 Aug – 4 months with Leah. She gave me a Nephilim poster – YEAH!! Found a picture of J’s … Continue reading J finds love.
7 August, 1992 Howdy Sis, How you going? I’m at work and I’m hung-over as hell and I just can’t face having to speak to business knobs’ secretaries with all the charisma of lobotomized Alsatians, so I thought I’d write a long overdue letter to my Sis. Watcha been doin’? I went out last night with Donovan (remember him? the tall one with all the hair) … Continue reading Potato Cakes & Vodka