From: J Date: 14 June 2002 06:26AM To: S Subject: Big Week. Hey Sis, I tried to call last night but it went to voice-mail. I dunno if Mum’s been in touch with you but I told her I was a pansy yesterday morning. Told her in the car as she was dropping me off at the station the morning after Nana’s funeral. I … Continue reading We buried Nana and then I came out.
From: ‘S’ Date: Monday, April 15, 2002 11:13PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Florist Importance: High Hey did you get the pressie and have you got a florists number? Sorry just stressed. S From: ‘J’ Date: 16 April 2002 7:37AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Florist Sis, here’s a link to the Australian White Pages http://www.whitepages.com.au That will give you a selection – I did it but I didn’t really recognise any of … Continue reading An absolute new low for our Father.
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.
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, 23 December 1996 2:58pm S, Just had lunch with Dick. We went to the Kay Craddock Antiquarian Bookseller’s first though. We were looking for a book for Dad. He collects (gulp) Australiana. We were browsing through the hushed shop, next to the Scots Church on Collins Street when Dad thunders “JESUS, MATE. SOME OF THESE BOOKS ARE OVER $500!” Christ! will I spend my … Continue reading Will I spend my whole life cringing on account of my father?
Wednesday, 18 December 1996 Hey Sis, Dad asked me the other day if I had any plans for Christmas. I blinked quickly (like stuttering with your eyes) and said No. He nodded slowly and kept eating his sandwich, He didn’t invite me to Nana’s thankfully. I guess he can’t because it’s now established that the Slag goes with him, and he doesn’t want to hear me … Continue reading And for your social discomfort – a typical lunch date with our Father.
Thursday, 12 September 1996 5:03pm Hi S, It’s after five. I’m in a proofing coma. I’ve proof-read absolutely stacks today. And I’ve drunk far too much coffee. You know how you get that skittish sort of feeling in your legs, and you can feel all the muscles in your scalp. And now I’m just glum. Weary. Got your letter. You know you shouldn’t make offers … Continue reading Everyone does the same thing – Uni, job, travel. And they all think they’re free spirits, with a novel inside them.