Sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons.

  From: ‘J’ Date: 30 April 2002 02:14AM To: ‘S’ Subject: sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons… So I went and saw Nana on the weekend with Dick. Spent Sunday in car with Dick driving up to Lakes Entrance. I caught a train to Traralgon (I like catching trains) where Dick picked me up. Then read my book (“History of the Middle East“, thought it might annoy Dick) … Continue reading Sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons.

We moved to Barbados and hang out with Sade, Mick Hucknall and date faded tennis stars.

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.

The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.

  Barry and I decided to get married (there was no proposal as such, just a sort of mutual discussion/decision.)  We decided on a small Australian backyard family wedding in December 2000 as we would be in Australia for Ola’s first Christmas. The following is the disaster that ensued. ———————–FACSIMILE TRANSMITTANCE SHEET———————– TO: ‘Anastasia’ COMPANY: Elegant Weddings FROM: ‘S’ DATE: 18/10/00 RE: Wedding 5th Jan … Continue reading The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.

All good plans come unstuck.

20 May 2000 Dearest S, Barry, Brady and O, It’s been a long time since I’ve written a letter so please excuse the scrawl. S I didn’t mean to offend by not sending a card for O when she was born, there was no intent meant so I’m truly sorry if it appeared there was.  If I look up from where I’m writing this letter … Continue reading All good plans come unstuck.

The rooster I had picked on the young ones, so I killed him.

30 August, 1999 So very pleased to get your letter and all the lovely snaps.  It’s a beaut one of your Dad, J and Brady, and the ones with Pop in are some of the last to be taken of him. It was also nice to see the full one of our house that Pop built. I wish he could have seen this photo. Do … Continue reading The rooster I had picked on the young ones, so I killed him.

PlayStation, beer and pizza. Satisfying men’s business.

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.

You know a rock star is on the way out when he starts singing about his kids.

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.

I woke up just on the cusp of a hangover.

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.