Friday, 26 August 1994 Dear S, Hi, just a quick note to send with these Cleo magazines. Sorry I haven’t written for a while, it’s been brown trousers time at work and I’ve been putting in unpaid overtime again. Also there’s a new guy in despatch called Mick, and he’s a bit of a puppet of one of the directors, and I’m not too sure … Continue reading You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are.
. I have never been able to find the “separate book” anywhere in my brother’s belongings. S Continue reading If only I knew where to look J.
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 Dear Diary What has introspection ever done for me? Huh? Answer me that.
Wed 6 Jul 1994 – Had lunch today at “Klicks” across the road from work with Simon, Bridgette, Joe, Pete and Cav. Talked mostly to Cav, an interesting guy. Late 20’s, tall and slightly stooped with a big deep Camel and Whiskey kind of voice. Extremely intelligent, it makes me a bit nervous, people with an intellectual edge on me always do. He’s nice to … Continue reading Had a miserable, angry day choking on my own bile – heaven forbid I should choke on someone else’s.
Tuesday, 5 July 1994 Hi S, I thought it was about time I put fingertip to keyboard and pounded out a missive to Sis in my staccato touch-typing blur. How you doing? I should, here at the outset, just say thanks for the super wax letter sealing set. Completely super present. I don’t have much in the way of gossip, I’ve been leading a life … Continue reading I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.
J’s Diary Entry Tue 5 Jul 1994 – Left for work early today, had to be in at 7:30AM to load the recycling truck – got paid for it. Had a good chat with Anna about movies and bludged the rest of the day away. Wrote two letters, one to S, one to myself, full of wordy self-pity and justifications for how I’ve treated and … Continue reading I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.
30 June 1994 Dear S and Jack, Was beaut to get your cards from France, you sure did enjoy your trip and gee it was good to hear all about it. Did you go by that new tunnel under the water? Your English weather will be at its best now, the last couple of mornings we’ve had very heavy frosts. It’s been many years since … Continue reading And that sort of thing just doesn’t happen here.
Mon 27 Jun 1994 – Met mum for lunch at 1:00PM today in the middle of a very bludgey day and she gave me the rest of my prezzies from the UK – a feather quill, a rune ring, a left handed ruler, a left handed can-opener and a wax seal set with a “J” to seal all my letters – super! I’m really pleased … Continue reading What the hell is a left handed ruler?
THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED. IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “UNSENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 22 JUN 1994 . Dear Sis, What an absolutely crap day I’m having, so crap in fact, that I felt it simply had to be shared. I just had lunch … Continue reading Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability.
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