Category: Letters to S

1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.

Friday, 4 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, another letter to fill in another afternoon.  Spoke to Brett yesterday, he dropped in on his way home from Shiatsu.  I don’t know if you’re familiar with it but it’s an ancient form of Japanese massage healing.  It’s all to do with meridians that run through the body and how the organs relate with one another and the … Continue reading I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

The conscience is a funny thing really isn’t it?

1 Feburary, 1994 Dear S, Hi, another working day stretches endlessly to the horizon and I’m terminally bored.  How are you?  What have you been doing?  Personally, I’ve done bugger all.  As a matter of fact I don’t even have enough spare money to do bugger all, I have to do bugger half.  I caught the first episode of the new series of Absolutely Fabulous … Continue reading The conscience is a funny thing really isn’t it?

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

I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.

Tuesday, 18 January 1994 Dear S, Just met Mum for lunch at Collins Place.  I only had my home made lunch of jam and vegemite sandwiches, so she shouted me a falafel.  She told me of your poisoning attempt on Jack’s life.  Fiendishly clever Sis!  Tell me, I’ve never heard of having to fill a kettle with acid to clean it, why are kettles in … Continue reading I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts

Friday, 14 January 1994 Sis, Just a quick note to accompany this old Cleo of Leah’s I found lying around last night when I was looking for my wallet.  Actually, looking at it, I don’t think she’ll let me give it to you – it’s got the pictures of Keanu Reeves….naked!  I think she took a day off work when that one came out, wore … Continue reading Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

The onset of maturity lingers, like a big lingering thing.

Wednesday, 12 January 1994 S, I know I wrote a letter only yesterday, but work is so dull.  I’ve done loads and loads of work and I just can’t seem to get into the mood, maybe it’s because of lunch.  I went over the road with a few friends from work and got half pissed and now I just can’t seem to be bothered.  I … Continue reading The onset of maturity lingers, like a big lingering thing.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

Farts & Deadlocks on Doors

Tuesday, 11 January 1994 S, How’s it going?  I mailed your first Cleo magazine yesterday, but didn’t have time to put a letter in.  I must say, to my shame, that I had a flick through it.  Well, what I saw was enough for me to be sworn off bananas for life! (see the “Banana Smooshie” recipe in the “How to Drive Your Man Wild … Continue reading Farts & Deadlocks on Doors

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1993, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

Our Grandmother really, really, REALLY loves “Xmas”

Wednesday, 15 December 1993 Dear S Just a few lines in with your Xmas card.  So very pleased to get your letter but sorry to hear you have been sick and in hospital S and Jack with his leg in plaster, cripes both in the wars together.  Thank you for the lovely calendar you sent us, it is beautiful and we’ll hang it in the … Continue reading Our Grandmother really, really, REALLY loves “Xmas”

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1993, Letters from J, Letters to S

Noisy Scumfilthshitturd Uni Students

Friday, 10 December 1993 S, How are you? It’s a stinking hot 32 degree day and the working mood is simply not upon me, even though I have the only personal desk fan in the office (a present from Leah).  How’s your stomach now and how’s Jack’s foot?  Thanks for the prezzies too, the Dime Bars went straight into deep cryogenic preservation to be thawed … Continue reading Noisy Scumfilthshitturd Uni Students

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1993, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

I’m leaving, no I’m not, yes I am. No I’m not.

Wednesday, 29 September 1993 Dear S, How was your birthday mate?  How’s it feel to be TWENTY-FIVE (as opposed to twenty)? I hope it was a good one.  How’s everything going?  Mum told me you got another job and with a good long Corporate Ladder to climb and plenty of backs to sink knives into, the way it should be.  Personally, I’m still plodding away … Continue reading I’m leaving, no I’m not, yes I am. No I’m not.

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