Category: Letters from J

1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.

Monday, 16 May 1994 Dear S, Mum and Jack, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, its mail-out time at work and I’ve been incredibly busy.  I’ve been working in despatch on the weekend too, just for extra cash (I don’t get paid for over-time spent on the book).  I just got your post card, it sounds like you’re having a … Continue reading Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.

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1994, Letters from J, Not Sent/Received

I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

THIS IS ANOTHER OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME (WHILST OUR MOTHER WAS VISITING ME IN THE UK), BUT I NEVER RECEIVED IT.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT.  IT IS DATED 27 FEB 1994. Dear S (Jack and Mum) What is it with Melbourne that is so horrible … Continue reading I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

I guess I’m looking for simple answers to complicated questions.

Monday, 11 April 1994 Well it’s after Easter, sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, it’s been really busy at work and I’ve applied myself to the task at hand with rather surprising alacrity.  I guess it’s because the work is a little different from what I’ve been doing for the last few months. What have I done since Easter? Well, … Continue reading I guess I’m looking for simple answers to complicated questions.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

Wednesday, 30 March 1994 Dear S, I just got back from buying a new mattress.  Leah’s paying me for my half of the old one and I’m moving into the Flemington house on either Thursday night (if I’m feeling as eager as I do now) or on Good Friday, so I’ll need a new one pronto. I got “our Dad” to come in and drive … Continue reading The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.

Monday, 28 March 1994 Dear S, Well the bomb dropped and the dust has cleared, and with the benefit of the clarity of this fine Autumn day, I can truly say that I feel I have done the right thing.  It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it really went quite well.  It didn’t actually happen on Thursday, the day … Continue reading My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

Thursday, 24 March 1994 Dear S, The Day of Reckoning is at hand, this day is filled with strange portents.  The cock did crow at midnight blackest, the cow’s teats did issue forth Grants Scotch Whiskey (we’re keeping that cow) and the sky did crack open and wobblesome jelly desserts poured forth on the innocent street dwellers.  This night I do split with Leah.  Am … Continue reading They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Remember Kids, Floss or Die!

Monday, 21 March 1994 Hey Sis, How you doing?  Personally, I’m fine and knot-free.  Yes, that’s right, I’m now totally dread-less.  I’ve combed them all out, I can now run a comb through every square inch of my lumpy head of hair.  Mum will be pleased.  I’m seeing her tonight, I’m off to the dentist for four more fillings so back to Poo Town and … Continue reading Remember Kids, Floss or Die!

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

“We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?

Wednesday, 16 March 1994 Dear S, The Big Day looms over the horizon; tomorrow I must tell Leah.  Heavy.  I am not looking forward to this, it’s not only the end of the relationship, but most likely the end of the friendship as well, which I am really going to miss.  There are going to be a lot of changes I will have to become … Continue reading “We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!

Friday, 11 March 1994 Dear S, Well, your little brother has taken another baby step towards the mantle of adulthood.  This very morn I got my Learners Permit to drive.  It was bloody easy.  Leah timed me, a total of eight minutes.  I think it was because there’s so much information in the booklet, that I thought the test would have to be at least … Continue reading Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty. 

Thursday, 10 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, the Despatch Boy (ok it is weird calling him Despatch Boy now that he has a son) is away again, so Simon is filling in for him which leaves me companionless for the day, which leads me to ponder things best left un-pondered.  Such as the moral nature of these undertakings with Leah. I’m beginning to think that … Continue reading The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty. 

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