Category: 1996

1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

These fellas were wading through the vomit-lake and heaving with jocularity like Vikings. I quickly fled the scene.

Monday, 5 February 1996  11:08 am So Friday I go over to “Klicks” for drinks.  I’ve worked out my budget, and I know I really ought to go after two or three beers, because I’ve got this pub crawl thing with Quinn on Saturday night.  Quinn used to work here, now he’s in advertising with a four day week and an enormous bloody salary.  Anyway, … Continue reading These fellas were wading through the vomit-lake and heaving with jocularity like Vikings. I quickly fled the scene.

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1996, Emails, Letters from Mum, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

I’ve signed the divorce papers.

From: ‘Mum’ Sent: 1 Feb 1996 3:22PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Thanks for your messages, this is the first opportunity I have had to get into the computer room, it was down for a while and we have been so bloody busy!  Got a wedding to go to tomorrow – am having the arvo off.  Thank heavens, or I think I might throw a wobbly at … Continue reading I’ve signed the divorce papers.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

They call her “Cats Bum”.

Tuesday, 31 January 1996  10:38am Hey S, just heard some news that falls somewhat short of what might be described as serendipitous.  Do you remember that fuss I worked myself up into over that girl from the Croissant Connection Cafe girl? The name they gave her here at work (everyone here gets a nickname – except me – call me Mr Teflon, nothing sticks) was … Continue reading They call her “Cats Bum”.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

The absolute MOTHER of all typos.

Tuesday, 30 January 1996  11:59PM Christ S, people really can’t be trusted with a secret can they? Henry the Brit has just let a cat out of a bag, and into some pretty dangerous hands too, might I add. Explanation: About three editions ago, there was an incredible typo that appeared in “Who the Fuck Cares”.  It was a rude word, the rudest word there … Continue reading The absolute MOTHER of all typos.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Everyone was thrilled to see me in a suit, I told them I’d found a corpse.

Thursday, 25 January 1996  12:30PM S, Another day at the mill.  Grinding, grinding…  Might go straight home from work tonight, I’m short on cash and just not in the party spirit. Leah picked me up from work last night.  Went back to her place for an hour or so until traffic died down (Leah hates Flemington Road at rush hour) and then she drove me … Continue reading Everyone was thrilled to see me in a suit, I told them I’d found a corpse.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s funny the things that demand brain-time on the tram.

Wednesday, 24 January 1996  12:30pm Went and saw “Kids” last night with Brett and Lara. Wasn’t bad, though the tattooed twosome didn’t dig it much.  They hate anything American, and Brett is so rabidly anti-drugs that his view of the film was a bit blinkered I thought.  Not that I reckon it was a great piece of cinema or anything, but it had more value … Continue reading It’s funny the things that demand brain-time on the tram.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I can’t call Crazy Tim, “crazy” anymore – turns out he actually is.

Monday, 22 January 1996  12:22PM S, Gotta meet Kate (Brett’s old girlfriend) today for lunch.  A bit nervous about it really, I always struggle for something to talk about with her. She’s going overseas in about five weeks with her post-Brett bloke, Hussein, supposedly for good.  (I must remember to give them your number Sis, I know how you love taking in free-loading Aussie backpackers, don’t let … Continue reading I can’t call Crazy Tim, “crazy” anymore – turns out he actually is.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Imagine having your neck sliced open like that.

Wednesday, 17 January 1996  12:30pm S, Hi.  More Fun with J on the Trams.  Sat across from some bloke with a scar on his neck this morning that nearly went from one ear to the other, it was huge.  I wonder how he got it.  I couldn’t help sneaking looks over my book, I kept thinking what it would be like to have your neck-bits … Continue reading Imagine having your neck sliced open like that.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Introducing Buck Butcher, he’s Bonkers for Big-Breasted Broads.

Friday, 12 January 1996  1:00PM Damn it S, Just found out I’ve missed out on my Christmas bonus.  It’s because I wasn’t here to collect it, and to ask for it now on top of the overtime and long holiday I got, it seems grasping, especially since it’s only $150.  Would’ve been handy though. Friday drinks tonight, my first with all the new arrivals.  See … Continue reading Introducing Buck Butcher, he’s Bonkers for Big-Breasted Broads.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I won’t lie to you, I am a book snob.

Wednesday, 10 January 1996  1:30pm Well Mum finally showed up yesterday and we had a nice lunch, in “The Great Space Cafe” (I paid).  We’re both dieting so it was a measly round of sandwiches and a cappuccino each. The reading mood is upon me again. Finally finished off that Hardy novel “Far from the Madding Crowd”, flicked through this Dostoyevsky short story/novelette, ditto a … Continue reading I won’t lie to you, I am a book snob.

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