Author: Dead Mans Diaries

I am S. Sister to a fabulous brother and a sibling of suicide. Dead Mans Diaries is a memoir told through our letters, diaries and artwork. https://deadmansdiaries.wordpress.com/about/ Beautiful Echo Chambers is a blog where you can find inspiration, something interesting to read, something to make you think, laugh and feel from all sorts of fabulous blogs. As my brother would have said "Something to fill my echo chamber with Sis". https://beautifulechochambers.wordpress.com/
1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.

Wednesday, 5 June 1996  8:35am Hey S, Had that lunch with our Father yesterday.  Depressing affair, all told.  Basically, these ideas of going back to Uni are shot, they really are.  It’s the people I work with, they’re always going on and on and on about how crap it is here, so I guess I’m conditioned to think that.  Then they all go on about … Continue reading Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.

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1996, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.

3 June 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thanks ever so much for the 3 lovely photos of Brady, they are so beautiful I especially like the one of her pushing her toy cart, she really means business what a determined look she has on her face.  Did your new niece or nephew arrive? Have been thinking about them and hope that all went well this … Continue reading Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?

  Friday, 31 May 1996  8:30am Dear S, Went and saw a film last night.  It was Kenneth Brannagh’s Midwinter’s Tale.  It was OK.  A bit predictable in places, a bit cliched, but at least Kenneth managed to keep his fat head off the screen for once.  Decided while sipping a coffee in Cafe Ritz (an embarrassing sort of place, on the corner of Exhibition … Continue reading I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.

Monday, 27 May 1996  8:30am Howdy Sis, Busy, busy weekend.  Friday night I got really sloshed (first time in ages) and went to a farewell thing for some guy I’ve never met (Charlie was his name, thin was his hair).  As I left he looked blearily up at me from a bar stool and slurred ‘Ya know, yuur tha most fucked guy in the hed … Continue reading I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

We call him Nuff Nuff because whenever he’s near you, all you want to shout is ‘Enough! Enough!’

Friday, 24 May 1996  8:24am Dear S, I thought I’d open this one traditionally, with a ‘Dear…’ Haven’t done anything since yesterday.  The traffic of books through my Flemington abode is about all I’m up to these days.  Finished the Truman Capote (I really like the name Truman) last night.  Finished an Agatha Christie (The Pale Horse).  Started Alice Walker’s Possessing the Secret of Joy … Continue reading We call him Nuff Nuff because whenever he’s near you, all you want to shout is ‘Enough! Enough!’

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s a coffee coup.

Thursday, 16 May 1996  8:30am I switched camps this morning Sis.  I overcame my great fear, and went over to the other side.  You know what I’m talking about.  I bought my cappuccino at Le Croissant Connection, instead of Pomegranites (sic).  I thought to myself ‘Dammit J, yesterday’s excuse for a cappuccino had no fluff on it at all’.  No fluff, nix fluffae, as the … Continue reading It’s a coffee coup.

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1996, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

It’s a “two pullover” day.

6 May, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well it’s ages since I wrote, many thanks for the lovely cards at Easter and our Wedding Anniversary, and for the lovely snaps of Brady.  Your little girl is growing and those two teeth are great, gee she’ll soon have her 1st birthday, just where has that year gone? Your Dad showed me his key ring with a … Continue reading It’s a “two pullover” day.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

Tuesday, 14 May 1996  8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton.  I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one).  There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping.  I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Men with jowls don’t dance. 

Friday, 10 May 1996  8:35am It’s a New Age for J, Sis.  I had a bit of a revelation last night.  I was shaving after a bath to soothe away the rigours of the day, and I noticed something in my face I’d never spied before.  I’m getting jowls.  I’ve put on weight, and I’m getting jowls.  They’re embryonic jowls to be sure, but the … Continue reading Men with jowls don’t dance. 

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