Category: Letters to S

1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.

Monday, 28 August 1995 So Sis, Continuing on from “Pisspot’s Undoing” Saturday morning at 10am Brett comes knocking on my door, offering to give me a lift to his place in St Kilda.  I get ready, quickly shower and comb over my scruffiness and Brett gives me a ride to Coles for my shopping.  Then it’s back to my place, a coffee, and then to … Continue reading My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

‘Pisspot’s Undoing” – A Modern Tragedy.

Monday, 28 August 1995 9:17am S, Howdy.  How was your weekend?  I’m still shakin’ the dust of activity from my feet – a busy weekend. Let’s go through it scene by scene shall we?   PISSPOT’S UNDOING (A modern tragedy) Author’s note: The following must be read in a tone evocative of the voice-overs in showcases of TV talent such as Unsolved Mysteries, Crime Stoppers, … Continue reading ‘Pisspot’s Undoing” – A Modern Tragedy.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Tattoos are just too permanent. [Unlike suicide]

Thursday, 24 August 1995 10:47am Morning O’ Sis of mine, I’ve been reading this Strachey book “Eminent Victorians” and there’s this biography of Cardinal Manning of the English Catholic Church, and you know, I think I would have been splendid in the service of our Lord – especially with my natural proclivity for abstinence from the comforts of the flesh.  Can you see me in … Continue reading Tattoos are just too permanent. [Unlike suicide]

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Well, I’m in two minds about it and let me tell you two minds are not better than one. Two minds require much more maintenance.

Wednesday, 23 August 1995 9:24am Bright bright morning, sun in my eyes on the tram.  No Summer clothes, coffee drunk too quickly scalding my lips and tongue.  A rushed start to the day. I’ve decided to become one of those despicable early to bed and early to rise people.  I wanna wake with the Summer dawn and feel righteous every day.  Maybe this is an echo … Continue reading Well, I’m in two minds about it and let me tell you two minds are not better than one. Two minds require much more maintenance.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I missed the whole day, one whole day of my life disappeared because I consumed too much of a drink that I find loathsome in an establishment I find stultifying. Just doesn’t make sense does it?

Tuesday, 22 August 1995  2:55pm Afternoon S, Just been over the road for a coffee and a read.  I loped up the stairs to lodge myself in my favorite Collins Place reading nook, and – lo and behold! – there’s a couple coupling. Right where I normally sit and pore through my snide little novels. Dizgusting! I had to turn away and hover around the … Continue reading I missed the whole day, one whole day of my life disappeared because I consumed too much of a drink that I find loathsome in an establishment I find stultifying. Just doesn’t make sense does it?

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m a prisoner of urban sterility. I feel like doing something ridiculous – yep I’m gonna sit on the grass!

Thursday, 17 August 1995 9:07am S Geez, it’s been busy here, we’ve only got ’til Monday until the final “Who The Fuck Cares” proof comes out.  And I’ve been stressed to death trying to work up the gumption to ask for a raise.  It’s so difficult, how do you do it?  Do you have a particular mantra that you intone in an undertone as you … Continue reading I’m a prisoner of urban sterility. I feel like doing something ridiculous – yep I’m gonna sit on the grass!

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m like ice-cream, delicious and sweet, but too much will make you puke.

Saturday, 12 August 1995  11:55am S, Yeah, check that date – I’m in at work on a Saturday.  And what a Saturday it is too, the mercury is set to soar to 17°, the sun is actually shining, and I’m here working.  Mum’s coming in to meet me at 2pm, and after she jumps back in her horseless carriage and zooms back to “Poo Town”, … Continue reading I’m like ice-cream, delicious and sweet, but too much will make you puke.

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1995, faxes, Letters from Mum, Letters to S

Oh Mum, it’s gonna take a lot more than some Vitamin B to sort this out.

FAX FROM MUM TO S AUG 1995 Dear S, So sorry to hear you are back in hospital yet again, but best to get it cleared up. June from work said that her specialist told her to take B6 100mgs for breast problems and better still if it is a Vitamin B Complex. Look after yourself and do exactly what they tell you to do. … Continue reading Oh Mum, it’s gonna take a lot more than some Vitamin B to sort this out.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m planning, conniving, choreographing a delicately balanced ballet of politics, greed and manipulation. I’m trying to get a pay rise you see.

Tuesday, 8 August 1995 1:27pm Wheeeeeeeeee.  I’m feeling all light-headed from champagne, courtesy of Cav.  He and his Dad, Jeremy and I just downed a bottle in the tea room.  Some cafe gave it to Cav at Christmas for being a regular customer.  It was nice, I’m no champagne connoisseur, but it was light and tangy.  It’s Cav’s farewell proper tonight.  Drinks at “Klicks” then … Continue reading I’m planning, conniving, choreographing a delicately balanced ballet of politics, greed and manipulation. I’m trying to get a pay rise you see.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Drunken shenanigans and shining, blinding, beautiful optimism.

Monday, 7 August 1995 10:32am Hey Sis, new week, riding it in a good mood, it’s lasted all day so far. It’s lasted the weekend as a matter of fact. Friday night was drinks at “Klicks”, the first under the new non-smoking rule.  The place was nearly deserted.  I didn’t mind, it’s not like I ever socialize with any of the tower-block automatons anyway, just … Continue reading Drunken shenanigans and shining, blinding, beautiful optimism.

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