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1994, J's Diary Entries

The check-out chick really liked a joke I made about Gatorade being bottled sweat. Made me feel good for an hour.

J’s Diary Entries Dec 1994 Tue 27 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos. Wed 28 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos. Thurs 29 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos then went with Brett and Lara to Punter’s Club to see Sam (from our School Days) band play. The band was good but I didn’t feel like chatting to Sam so I pretended not to see … Continue reading The check-out chick really liked a joke I made about Gatorade being bottled sweat. Made me feel good for an hour.

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1994, J's Diary Entries, Our Troublesome Father

I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.

Fri 23 Dec 1994 – Work Break-Up Day, I didn’t handle myself terribly well. In my headlong determined rush to have a good time, I drank too much, hoping to set an example for my fellow reticent revelers. Fuck they’re a boring bunch. So young and earnest and mature – controlled. DULL!! At least Caleb liked his present.  I got a “CANDOM” from Quinn. It’s … Continue reading I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to Grandparents

J’s Get out of Christmas letter to Grandparents.

December 1994 Dear Nana and Pop, Merry Christmas. Sorry about typing this letter, it seems a little impersonal, but I’m so used to typing at work that my hand writing is almost unreadable these days. I’m sorry I can’t be there with everyone for Christmas, I’ve got this camping trip planned with some friends up near the Murray River.  There’s this festival sort of thing … Continue reading J’s Get out of Christmas letter to Grandparents.

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1994, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

They paved paradise and put up a Safeway Store.

22 Dec 1994 Dear S, Jack and “Shrimp”. The postie has been very busy bringing our mail from far away and thanks very much. First there was the lovely English calendar, we’ll put up on 1st of January. Then the packet of lovely tea and today the very beautiful Xmas card, such a special one and the parcel of pure almond marzipan fruits, goodness me. … Continue reading They paved paradise and put up a Safeway Store.

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1994, J's Diary Entries

Clothes shopping with Mum urrggh!

J Diary Entries Tue 20 Dec 1994 – Mum came into work to see me before she flies to Queensland. She’s full of guilt for leaving me alone, which is sweet. She bought me some great presents, one of those 30 Magic Eye poster books, where you have to send yourself cross-eyed before you can make it out. Spent the whole bloody day figuring out … Continue reading Clothes shopping with Mum urrggh!

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1994, Letters from Mum, Letters to S

A Note To My Precious Unborn Grandchild

20 Dec 1994 To My Precious First Grandchild, Yesterday I experienced probably the greatest thrill since your mother and Uncle J were born. How wonderful to be able to see you before you are actually born. To see those little arms and legs and to know that although you’re a product of your Mummy and Daddy, there is a little bit of me in there … Continue reading A Note To My Precious Unborn Grandchild

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1994, J's Diary Entries

I was so hungover this morning, it was a-four-potato-cake-day.

J’s Diary Entries for December 1994 Fri 9 Dec – Spoke to Noah, the boss about money today. He’s giving me another $1500 which will take me to $25,500 which is about $400 a week clear. He also said he likes his workers to express their individuality through clothing etc, which is handy to know. From now on I really must work harder. Had Chinese for … Continue reading I was so hungover this morning, it was a-four-potato-cake-day.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

6 December 1994 Dear S, This may be the last letter you receive from me. The expedition is not going well. My compatriots are fading badly, it’s the heat you see. Today the mercury has risen to 38˚, yesterday it peaked at 40˚.  There is no respite for any of us. I fear we shall all perish. We’ve already eaten three of the camels, and the … Continue reading We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

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