Category: 1994

1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

Thursday, 24 March 1994 Dear S, The Day of Reckoning is at hand, this day is filled with strange portents.  The cock did crow at midnight blackest, the cow’s teats did issue forth Grants Scotch Whiskey (we’re keeping that cow) and the sky did crack open and wobblesome jelly desserts poured forth on the innocent street dwellers.  This night I do split with Leah.  Am … Continue reading They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Remember Kids, Floss or Die!

Monday, 21 March 1994 Hey Sis, How you doing?  Personally, I’m fine and knot-free.  Yes, that’s right, I’m now totally dread-less.  I’ve combed them all out, I can now run a comb through every square inch of my lumpy head of hair.  Mum will be pleased.  I’m seeing her tonight, I’m off to the dentist for four more fillings so back to Poo Town and … Continue reading Remember Kids, Floss or Die!

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

“We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?

Wednesday, 16 March 1994 Dear S, The Big Day looms over the horizon; tomorrow I must tell Leah.  Heavy.  I am not looking forward to this, it’s not only the end of the relationship, but most likely the end of the friendship as well, which I am really going to miss.  There are going to be a lot of changes I will have to become … Continue reading “We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!

Friday, 11 March 1994 Dear S, Well, your little brother has taken another baby step towards the mantle of adulthood.  This very morn I got my Learners Permit to drive.  It was bloody easy.  Leah timed me, a total of eight minutes.  I think it was because there’s so much information in the booklet, that I thought the test would have to be at least … Continue reading Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty. 

Thursday, 10 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, the Despatch Boy (ok it is weird calling him Despatch Boy now that he has a son) is away again, so Simon is filling in for him which leaves me companionless for the day, which leads me to ponder things best left un-pondered.  Such as the moral nature of these undertakings with Leah. I’m beginning to think that … Continue reading The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty. 

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1994, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

The weather is very important to Nana.

8 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Thanks ever so much for the lovely perfume and the card and the phone call for my 70th birthday, it was lovely to receive so much attention.  Gee I had a great day, in fact the whole week was just beaut.  And at last we have been to Pomona which we have wanted to see for so long … Continue reading The weather is very important to Nana.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.

Monday, 7 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a Monday and I have the feeling it’s going to be a long one.  I’m flying solo today, as Simon has apparently taken ill over the weekend and won’t be joining me for today’s festivities.  Exactly what those festivities entail, I’m not too sure.  In this zany, nutty, el whacko funhouse, who can tell? Yes, today, I … Continue reading Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.

Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one.  Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.

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