Category: 1996

1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I think there are two types of people, Fossils and Renewables, bear with me here.

Friday, 13 September 1996  3:48pm S, I just had to write something on Friday the thirteenth.  Just what I’m going to write, I’m not too sure.  Ho hum. Well, I could go over my personality metaphor that I came up with the other day.  It’s not very good, so bear with me. I reckon there are two types of people,  When I say that, I … Continue reading I think there are two types of people, Fossils and Renewables, bear with me here.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

Everyone does the same thing – Uni, job, travel. And they all think they’re free spirits, with a novel inside them.

Thursday, 12 September 1996  5:03pm Hi S, It’s after five.  I’m in a proofing coma.  I’ve proof-read absolutely stacks today.  And I’ve drunk far too much coffee.  You know how you get that skittish sort of feeling in your legs, and you can feel all the muscles in your scalp.  And now I’m just glum.  Weary. Got your letter.  You know you shouldn’t make offers … Continue reading Everyone does the same thing – Uni, job, travel. And they all think they’re free spirits, with a novel inside them.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

If I’d taken the time to get to know her before going out with her, I never would have gone out with her.

Sunday, 8 September 1996  12:02pm Hey Sis, I’m in on the weekend, I feel so righteous.  I was in yesterday too.  Perhaps that’s why I slept so well last night – sleep of the righteous and all that. Tram Anecdote No. 643. Came in on the 11:26 tram.  Sat next to – well, adjacent to if you want to be precise – some guy with … Continue reading If I’d taken the time to get to know her before going out with her, I never would have gone out with her.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.

Thursday, 5 September, 1996 Hey Sis, Another day dribbles by.  Actually, it hasn’t dribbled, it’s been a crawl over broken glass and razor blades.  I’ve had a shocking day.  So irritable.  Dunno what’s wrong with me.  I think I need a holiday to tell the truth.  I haven’t had once since you were here in December. So what have I been doing?  Umm… I bleached … Continue reading It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.

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1996, Letters from S, Letters to J, Our Troublesome Father

Oh God the depths I’ve sunk to in my mortgaged up mediocre life.

Tuesday, 3 September 1996 Helloooooooooooooooooooo  J       apoos How are you my darling? I am so lazy I never write to you and now that I am I have nothing to say, I tell you everything when I ring. Heard you had dinner with Dad on Sunday for Father’s Day. Mum told me all about his embarrassing shenanigans at the restaurant, what a hoot. … Continue reading Oh God the depths I’ve sunk to in my mortgaged up mediocre life.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.

Friday, 23 August 1996  4:21pm Hey Sis, I know I’ve only got half an hour to go, but I’ve ground to this terrible halt.  I can barely hold my head up, you know?  You’re not really tired, you’re just tired of what you’re doing.  I don’t feel bad anyway, I did stay back until 6:30 last night. I’m going to skip Friday drinks again tonight. … Continue reading I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Drug dealers, Show Girls and a Home invasion, all in one night.

Monday, 19 August 1996  9:10am Hey Sis, Ok, here it is, a solemn vow, and I want you to witness it: I, J               , do solemnly swear that I shall never again travel past the tram tracks in search of entertainment or any social interaction. So there it is.  Never, never and again, never.  I am not going … Continue reading Drug dealers, Show Girls and a Home invasion, all in one night.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.

Friday, 26 July 1996  2:10pm Hey S, Went and saw Othello with Pippa at the Capitol cinema in Swanston Walk.  What a great cinema.  I remember it dimly from childhood.  I remember the freaky ceiling (all geometric with coloured lights.  Sounds tacky, but it’s not).  Lawrence Fishburne was better than I had hoped, and Kenneth Brannagh was good too.  One of the cast members was the … Continue reading Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.

This letter was typed by J on his beat up old typewriter that he loved dearly.   Wednesday, 17 July 1996  1:49pm Hey Sis, I’m at home.  Faking a sickie.  Well, only half-faking, really.  I did feel pretty bad this morning.  I’ve been “coming down with something” for about four days: sore throat, dry cough, runny nose.  enough symptoms to lay the groundwork for a … Continue reading I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.

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