Category: 1996

1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.

Monday, 27 May 1996  8:30am Howdy Sis, Busy, busy weekend.  Friday night I got really sloshed (first time in ages) and went to a farewell thing for some guy I’ve never met (Charlie was his name, thin was his hair).  As I left he looked blearily up at me from a bar stool and slurred ‘Ya know, yuur tha most fucked guy in the hed … Continue reading I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

We call him Nuff Nuff because whenever he’s near you, all you want to shout is ‘Enough! Enough!’

Friday, 24 May 1996  8:24am Dear S, I thought I’d open this one traditionally, with a ‘Dear…’ Haven’t done anything since yesterday.  The traffic of books through my Flemington abode is about all I’m up to these days.  Finished the Truman Capote (I really like the name Truman) last night.  Finished an Agatha Christie (The Pale Horse).  Started Alice Walker’s Possessing the Secret of Joy … Continue reading We call him Nuff Nuff because whenever he’s near you, all you want to shout is ‘Enough! Enough!’

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s a coffee coup.

Thursday, 16 May 1996  8:30am I switched camps this morning Sis.  I overcame my great fear, and went over to the other side.  You know what I’m talking about.  I bought my cappuccino at Le Croissant Connection, instead of Pomegranites (sic).  I thought to myself ‘Dammit J, yesterday’s excuse for a cappuccino had no fluff on it at all’.  No fluff, nix fluffae, as the … Continue reading It’s a coffee coup.

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1996, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

It’s a “two pullover” day.

6 May, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well it’s ages since I wrote, many thanks for the lovely cards at Easter and our Wedding Anniversary, and for the lovely snaps of Brady.  Your little girl is growing and those two teeth are great, gee she’ll soon have her 1st birthday, just where has that year gone? Your Dad showed me his key ring with a … Continue reading It’s a “two pullover” day.

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

The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

Tuesday, 14 May 1996  8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton.  I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one).  There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping.  I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Men with jowls don’t dance. 

Friday, 10 May 1996  8:35am It’s a New Age for J, Sis.  I had a bit of a revelation last night.  I was shaving after a bath to soothe away the rigours of the day, and I noticed something in my face I’d never spied before.  I’m getting jowls.  I’ve put on weight, and I’m getting jowls.  They’re embryonic jowls to be sure, but the … Continue reading Men with jowls don’t dance. 

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.

Thursday, 9 May 1996  8:30am Howdy S, Spoke to Mum on the phone yesterday.  We chit-chatted. Aunty Marge is coming down for the weekend for some genealogy grave-robbing gig with Ma. So anyway, we’re chattin’ away, and Mum Says ‘Oh your sister called on Sunday by the way.  ‘Really, how is she?  What’s she doing?  ‘Well, it was so early, I answered the phone all … Continue reading It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

Tuesday, 7 May 1996  8:40am My first full-on TV-less night.  And what a blessing.  I don’t think I’ll get the thing fixed, Sis.  I didn’t miss it at all.  And I actually cooked a meal.  A pastry dish.  It was my first filo recipe ever.  I know this is probably inane, but I get a kick out of cooking new dishes, makes me feel a … Continue reading TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

Saturday, 4 May 1996  12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday.  I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally.  I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back.  It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different.  You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

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