Category: 1994

1994, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).

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”).

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1994, J's Diary Entries

Damn Russian Nomenclature.

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  Simon is my principal human contact, I’ve withdrawn in his absence.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.

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1994, J's Diary Entries, Our Troublesome Father

I’ve had some frightening ideas about myself the past few days, about how much my father has influenced me.

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.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

My social life is about as exciting as a Methodist cake-stall.

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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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are. 

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. 

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1994, J's Diary Entries

Had a miserable, angry day choking on my own bile – heaven forbid I should choke on someone else’s.

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.

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