The intricacies of office bitching and backstabbing.

Tuesday, 31 October 1995  12:42pm God S, It’s been forever since I last wrote! I’ve been so busy with the book, I just haven’t had time for lunch-breaks or anything.  But, yesterday I got Volume 2 (which we did first for some reason) off to the printers and now I’m keying corrections from the proof of Volume 1.  Sooo, I can take ten minutes off … Continue reading The intricacies of office bitching and backstabbing.

Bloody freeloading Australian backpackers.

Author: ‘Mum’ Date: 20/10/95  3:51 PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: So glad to hear going back to work wasn’t too traumatic for you or Brady. I am pleased that Brady likes it at Tracey’s and gets along with little Eleanor. It must be a big relief for you. Aunty Tia is much better and sparking on all fours again. Will probably be home today. … Continue reading Bloody freeloading Australian backpackers.

You do know what a petit four is, don’t you?

Author: Mum Date: 09/10/95  2:44PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject:   Dear S, Jack and Brady, Before I forget, will you please change the address on my bank accounts at Barclays, because the statements will go to your old house.  I went to choose the paint for the back bedroom yesterday, so my beautiful granddaughter will have a lovely fresh room to sleep in when … Continue reading You do know what a petit four is, don’t you?

I’m getting less flexible as I get older, and I’m not talking about hamstrings.

Friday, 29 September 1995  1:44pm Hey Sis, My neighbours kept me awake ’til all hours last night, arguing and cussing.  It wouldn’t have kept me so late if the dividing wall wasn’t so cold against my cheek (tee hee)  The girl won, it was her house, so she could throw him out. Lordy me there was lots of swearing “Get the fuck out you cunt! … Continue reading I’m getting less flexible as I get older, and I’m not talking about hamstrings.

The Big Bang and Bongs.

Thursday, 28 September 1995  9:12am S, Thursday morning and the Monster Letter is gone, now it’s back to the regular routine.  Unless you prefer these in Monster format.  Lemme know. So what am I thinking about today?  Well, finished “The Age of Reason” so there’ll be no more ruminating on Past and Future.  However, I did see this groovy thing on TV about the end … Continue reading The Big Bang and Bongs.

Stories about people on trams and doughnuts aren’t exactly edge-of-your-seat stuff, but it’s the exchanging of these trivialities that keep us in touch.

Wednesday, 27 September 1995  9:17AM I never told you how that party on Saturday night went did I? I arrived elevenish, went in and frantically look around the room for someone I knew. I saw Lisa, grabbed her and made her talk. Then Paige (Matt the host’s girlfriend) came along and we had a stilted chat while I tried to get drunk and didn’t succeed. … Continue reading Stories about people on trams and doughnuts aren’t exactly edge-of-your-seat stuff, but it’s the exchanging of these trivialities that keep us in touch.

I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 26 September 1995 Simon leaves in 5 days. God I’ll miss him.  I wish I could go too.  I tell him how ace it’s going to be and how much sex he’s going to have.  He gets all excited just like a kid.  I hope he has a great time in Europe. Watched a documentary on Bongs tonight – quite frightening. … Continue reading I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.

It’s a plaintive tale of the malaise of a faithless existence, as told through the eyes of a traditional Finnish mullet-stunner.

Tuesday, 26 September 1995  9:09AM Got your letter the other day, thanks S. Nice to hear froms ya. The best thing about getting a letter is that I can answer questions and not just blab on about myself for three thousand words. Point No. 1: of course I love the gifts you sent me, I’m just remiss in the gratitude department. I like ‘em coz … Continue reading It’s a plaintive tale of the malaise of a faithless existence, as told through the eyes of a traditional Finnish mullet-stunner.

It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

Friday, 22 September 1995  9:10AM Woke up late, feeling groggy, still do as a matter of fact. Read more of that Sartre last night, and it’s provoking some self-examination that I think I probably would’ve been better off without. I suppose I should explain – this book “The Age of Reason” is sort of filled with this feeling of expectancy, a hesitancy and fear of … Continue reading It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?