This is one of J’s diary entries I have written of in the “ABOUT” Page. I could not replicate the cut outs using WordPress so I have scanned a word document using blackout to represent the pieces my brother expertly removed. Continue reading Not too sure how I feel about becoming an Uncle.
6 Oct 1994 Dear S, You may notice some layout changes with this letter. That’s because I’m fooling around in Microsoft Word it’s pretty exciting to an old WordStar hack like me. So exciting in fact, that I think it’s time to CHANGE THE FONT SIZE!!! oooh think I’m going to like it. Had a chat with Caitlin at work about conditions here and all that … Continue reading I’m learning how to use a new system called Microsoft Word, pretty exciting to an old WordStar hack like me.
Diary Entry for Wed 28 Sep 94 I found out today that Jeremy is going to be working on my book full-time. This is not good, with Jeremy taking over the Company side of the book, it will expand and may usurp the biographical section and me in the process. I talked to Jeremy about it and he seems enthusiastic and imbued with a combination … Continue reading I’d better buy a suit I suppose.
Tuesday, 27 September 1994 Dear S, I thought I’d write a letter, the weather here at the moment recalls my mind to Old Blighty, and I thought I should post off this Cleo to you. I know you wont have your birthday present yet, and you must be getting toey as to whether it will come at all, or if it even exists, so I … Continue reading Nothing works around here, especially me.
27 Sep 1994 Dearest S and Jack, Thanks for the post card I really appreciate it. Majorca certainly sounds like a beautiful place. Do they do any fishing there? Is that the island where Christopher Skase is because he has been getting a lot of publicity lately but I think it is still a long way from getting him back here to answer charges. Hope … Continue reading Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).
J Diary Entries Tue 20 Sep 1994 – Simon’s triumphant return – sound the horns! complete with (perhaps) glandular fever. It’s good to have him back, I’ve missed him. Simon is my principal human contact, I’ve withdrawn in his absence. I was even a little hurt when he went to talk to Cav before me. Silly really – I’m jealous. Half of me resents the … Continue reading Damn Russian Nomenclature.
Diary Entries Sept 1994 Fri 9 Sept – Shared my office (I can call it my office when Simon is away) with the new guy Jeremy, I don’t like him much. He thinks money is the be-all and end-all and thinks that every woman he speaks to on the phone is “sexy” and “wants it”. I can’t believe anyone really thinks like that. He says … Continue reading I’ve had some frightening ideas about myself the past few days, about how much my father has influenced me.
6 Sept 1994 Dear S and Jack Well I do hope you have a lovely birthday S, I hope the card I sent you got there in time. Our last letters crossed in the post, so pleased you and your Mum had such a beaut time in France and yes S I’d love to see your Mum and J, we do miss you all. We … Continue reading Damn those pesky, pesky parrots.
Thursday, 1 September 1994 Dear Sis, How’s the birthday girl? Mum tells me you’re jetting off to Spain for an el cheapo face lift to halt the inevitable march of Father Time. How old are you now anyway? It doesn’t matter, you being five years older than me and all. I would gladly give the flower of my youth in exchange for all the arcane … Continue reading My social life is about as exciting as a Methodist cake-stall.
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