Wednesday, 3 July 1996 12:20pm Started proofing my book today, but the power went off and there was nothing else we could do without a terminal, so Simon spread the proof around. I was listening to my CD player (some circuits were still running) and I had on that compilation CD you gave me for Christmas. I was listening to Common People by Pulp and … Continue reading Common People, Sateen Sheets and Tattoos.
Friday 28 June 1996 8:40am We’re having a food-scare here at the moment Sis. It’s not quite up to your UK Mad Cow fiasco. There’s this massive crop of peanuts that had Salmonella in it. Now almost every single jar of peanut butter in Australia has been recalled. There’s been over fifty cases of food poisoning. Slater & Gordon (this really opportunistic law firm) has been advertising … Continue reading This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.
Thursday, 27 June 1996 12:30pm Howdy Sis, Went and saw that film last night, The Wonderful Horrible Life of Leni Riefenstahl. Kind of sad in a way, I think she got a bit of a bum rap. Raised some interesting points about art and politics though. In particular, the notion of a ‘Fascist Aesthetic’ interested me. Susan Sontag accused Leni of continuing this fascist aesthetic … Continue reading She refused to see the link between art and politics.
Wednesday, 26 June 1996 8:15am Ah Sis, I bring to you another interesting story from the barrel of monkeys that is my work place. Henry the Brit is starring in some sort of pseudo-snuff film. I asked him what he did with his weekend, and he said ‘Ohh, I kidnapped a nun who had no undies on and raped her at knife-point.’ I smiled indulgently … Continue reading In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.
Tuesday, 24 June 1996 2:50am Gee it felt good not to drink Sis. So righteous, so in control. I liked it so much, that I did it again on Friday night. Actually, everyone took it rather quietly, except Erin’s boyfriend, Billy. He got pissed. I think that getting pissed myself all the time has blinded me to the jibes that people make. Sometimes I wonder … Continue reading So we eat Ox Tail and Ox Tongue – but what do we do with the rest of the Ox?
Thursday, 20 June 1996 Hey Sis, Have to start this one in a temporary file. My computer’s being all jazzed up and had Windows 95 installed, but it doesn’t have Word on it yet. So, what have I done? Lemme see… Friday night was the obligatory drinks (which I’m skipping this week by the way for a bit of variety) which stretched into the wee … Continue reading Pulled my donut scam today.
Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’ Friday 7 June 1996 17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.
Wednesday, 5 June 1996 8:35am Hey S, Had that lunch with our Father yesterday. Depressing affair, all told. Basically, these ideas of going back to Uni are shot, they really are. It’s the people I work with, they’re always going on and on and on about how crap it is here, so I guess I’m conditioned to think that. Then they all go on about … Continue reading Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.
3 June 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thanks ever so much for the 3 lovely photos of Brady, they are so beautiful I especially like the one of her pushing her toy cart, she really means business what a determined look she has on her face. Did your new niece or nephew arrive? Have been thinking about them and hope that all went well this … Continue reading Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.
Friday, 31 May 1996 8:30am Dear S, Went and saw a film last night. It was Kenneth Brannagh’s Midwinter’s Tale. It was OK. A bit predictable in places, a bit cliched, but at least Kenneth managed to keep his fat head off the screen for once. Decided while sipping a coffee in Cafe Ritz (an embarrassing sort of place, on the corner of Exhibition … Continue reading I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?
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