23 December 1996 Jack, there is so much I need to say to you. But you don’t, can’t, won’t listen, so I am writing it down for you. On Friday night the things you said were unforgivable, and our resulting behaviour in front of Brady was completely unacceptable. You broke my heart, and embarrassed yourself AGAIN. I have learnt that when you are drunk to … Continue reading Time to get out of this marriage.
Monday, 23 December 1996 2:58pm S, Just had lunch with Dick. We went to the Kay Craddock Antiquarian Bookseller’s first though. We were looking for a book for Dad. He collects (gulp) Australiana. We were browsing through the hushed shop, next to the Scots Church on Collins Street when Dad thunders “JESUS, MATE. SOME OF THESE BOOKS ARE OVER $500!” Christ! will I spend my … Continue reading Will I spend my whole life cringing on account of my father?
Friday, 20 December 1996 Howdy S, You, know, I just realized that I’ve not relayed to you the sad news of the demise of one of the most dynamic partnerships since Hitler and Goebbels – Bev and I are splitsville. Bev’s working on DAA now. And I’ve finally got Neda into my clutches, she will assist me with “Who the Fuck Cares”, oh and Jeremy has … Continue reading I went downstairs and vomited petite as a cat in the bathroom. I’m getting too old for this.
Wednesday, 18 December 1996 Hey Sis, Dad asked me the other day if I had any plans for Christmas. I blinked quickly (like stuttering with your eyes) and said No. He nodded slowly and kept eating his sandwich, He didn’t invite me to Nana’s thankfully. I guess he can’t because it’s now established that the Slag goes with him, and he doesn’t want to hear me … Continue reading And for your social discomfort – a typical lunch date with our Father.
Friday, 13 December 1996 S, I spent this morning at the dentist. Geez, terror really takes it out of you, eh? I’m exhausted I really am, I could drop off to sleep right on my desk here. Well, I could have twenty minutes ago before my coffee. I shared a brew (lerrrve that coffee lingo) with Crystal. She does a Marketing Newsletter. I never even … Continue reading The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.
5 December, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, How are you all? Especially you S I do hope you are improving and that your job isn’t too demanding. Our daylight savings starts this weekend so we will be getting up in the dark again. It is nice now, I can get up and go out in the garden early, on my own, except for the … Continue reading We had fish and chips at the cemetery. It was a great day out.
Found amongst J’s correspondence. He has typed it on his typewriter. I’m not sure if it is a Diary entry or if it was meant to be a letter, to me or someone else. I know I never received it. Think this may belong in the UNSENT file. What: Paige’s Party When: Friday, 18 October 1996 Who was there: Me, Tariq, Simon, Jeremy, Lisa, Darren, … Continue reading Before Hipsters were Hipsters.
6 October, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, So very pleased to get your letter and lovely snaps of you all and also the post card you sent from the Canary Islands, it came the same day as your letter and snaps. So sorry to hear you haven’t been well S and do hope you are gradually coming good. When something is wrong it seems to … Continue reading Yesterday I washed all the bedspreads and got them dry too.
This letter was written to me by J but never sent. It is 2 typed A4 pages with handwritten notes, scribbles and corrections all over it. It makes me wonder if he rough drafted and proofed every letter before he sent it to me. On the back of the last page are his handwritten notes. If only he had sent it. Would I have done … Continue reading I have an utter loathing of obligation.
Sunday, 15 September 1996 1:37pm In on a Sunday Sis, all by myself. Just downed a vegetable roll from the health food shop over the road. You can tell it’s a health food shop ‘coz of the overpriced row of vitamins down the back. They also hand-write all the price tags to give it a “homey” feel. Friday drinks was a bit dull. I really … Continue reading Shut up, your bared souls are boring me.
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