From: ‘J’ Date: 17 October 2001 05:01PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Have a schizophrenic Christmas. Hey Sis, did I tell you I’m on the committee for planning this year’s work Christmas function? Here are some of my ideas. I don’t think they’re going down very well. People here are strange. At each table, instead of having people’s names on their seat, have characters from your Standard Aussie … Continue reading Christmas will not stop until it has taken over the whole calendar.
The card that J sent with my birthday present, 2001 Continue reading Happy Birthday Piglet
From: ‘J’ Date: 17 July 2001 2:11AM (AUSTRALIAN Time) To: ‘S’ Subject: The Tightest Pants in Bendigo hygienically sealed, of course. The Chronicles of J continue.. Oooh la la! I had a GREAT weekend (don’t get too excited – still dry sheets in the Richmond House of No-Sex). Went to that wedding that I was bitching and moaning about and had a really good time. I … Continue reading We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.
From: ‘J’ Date: 03 May 2001 12:37AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Transvestites and tranquillisers Hey Sis. What’s up? Me, I’m getting out more now that Paige’s moved out. Can’t just sit around and wait to be entertained, goddammit. So I went to Fitzroy on the weekend, watched a sextagenarian transvestite with an ostrich feather in her hair do the mambo to a 60’s cover band whilst … Continue reading I’d like to plop my brain into a fish bowl and place it on a window ledge somewhere.
Thursday, 20 May 1999 Dear S, Igor and Dee came over for dinner last night. I made a casserole. I drank their beer. We watched music videos, bitched about work and co-workers. Igor’s been at Phoenix Magazines for a month now. His first edition is out soon. He seems to be quite enjoying it. Tuesday, 25 May 1999 How was my weekend? Same tune, … Continue reading PlayStation, beer and pizza. Satisfying men’s business.
Wednesday 21 April 1999 9.30AM Dear S Saw Billy Bragg play at the Forum last night. He was good. Preachy tho. To be expected I guess. He dances now, not something you expect from a socialist. I went with Jen, Sophia and Marcus. Sophia and Marcus had bought two tickets to see him and then discovered that a friend of theirs was on the door … Continue reading You know a rock star is on the way out when he starts singing about his kids.
Monday, 19 April 1999 Dear S, Weekend. Friday night, left work drinks at 6:30, walked home to get ready for housemate Eddie’s birthday dinner at Kake di Hatti’s in Brunswick. Cabbed there, very nearly got run over crossing the road to the bottle shop. Beer, wine, ouzo au go go. Sit at the table, we were the first lot there. I sit next to Caleb’s girlfriend … Continue reading I woke up just on the cusp of a hangover.