Category: 1994

1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.

Monday, 16 May 1994 Dear S, Mum and Jack, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, its mail-out time at work and I’ve been incredibly busy.  I’ve been working in despatch on the weekend too, just for extra cash (I don’t get paid for over-time spent on the book).  I just got your post card, it sounds like you’re having a … Continue reading Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.

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1994, Uncategorized

1 to 16 May 1994 – French Road Trip with Mum

I found these notes by my mother amongst my correspondence. When visiting me in the UK in 1994, Mum and I drove a beat up old Corolla from Hertfordshire through France and back – Mum kept notes on each days travel, speedometer etc. This is one of her many “lists” – things she liked about France. As our family’s story progresses you’ll understand why lists were so important … Continue reading 1 to 16 May 1994 – French Road Trip with Mum

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1994, Letters from J, Not Sent/Received

I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

THIS IS ANOTHER OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME (WHILST OUR MOTHER WAS VISITING ME IN THE UK), BUT I NEVER RECEIVED IT.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT.  IT IS DATED 27 FEB 1994. Dear S (Jack and Mum) What is it with Melbourne that is so horrible … Continue reading I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

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1994, J's Diary Entries

Dear Diary, Where have you been?

Mon 25 Apr 94 – Found my diary again, it was right under my nose the whole time.  At some point in the last week Leah approached me with an offer of commitment free sex.  I being a hormonally charged being, at the mercy of my carnal desires, accepted her offer. I’m not very good, it would seem at keeping a journal of positive thoughts, though … Continue reading Dear Diary, Where have you been?

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1994, J's Diary Entries

I don’t want to be a nut case.

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. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I don’t want to be a nut case.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

I guess I’m looking for simple answers to complicated questions.

Monday, 11 April 1994 Well it’s after Easter, sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, it’s been really busy at work and I’ve applied myself to the task at hand with rather surprising alacrity.  I guess it’s because the work is a little different from what I’ve been doing for the last few months. What have I done since Easter? Well, … Continue reading I guess I’m looking for simple answers to complicated questions.

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1994, J's Diary Entries

Why am I so negative where do I get it from?

J’s Diary Entry Fri 8 Apr 1994 – Simon and Bee (ex-work colleague and Simon’s housemate) taunted me today with unshared whispers of possible suitors for my hand.  Perhaps it is wishful thinking, but I think it might be Bridgette.  I don’t know any of their other friends so why else would they guard so carefully the name of this Miss X?  I have come … Continue reading Why am I so negative where do I get it from?

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

Wednesday, 30 March 1994 Dear S, I just got back from buying a new mattress.  Leah’s paying me for my half of the old one and I’m moving into the Flemington house on either Thursday night (if I’m feeling as eager as I do now) or on Good Friday, so I’ll need a new one pronto. I got “our Dad” to come in and drive … Continue reading The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.

Monday, 28 March 1994 Dear S, Well the bomb dropped and the dust has cleared, and with the benefit of the clarity of this fine Autumn day, I can truly say that I feel I have done the right thing.  It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it really went quite well.  It didn’t actually happen on Thursday, the day … Continue reading My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.

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