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1995, J's Diary Entries, Our Troublesome Father

I just want to feel less disfigured by knowing there’s someone else out there wearing the same badges of aberration.

J Diary Entries Thur 19 Jan 1995 Sat diagonally opposite this guy on the tram who had the DT’s real bad. He had that alcoholic look about him; the seventies shirt, grubby slacks, sneakers. His worldly goods in a plastic supermarket bag. I could pick the DT’s, firstly because his eyes would open briefly under his beetling brows and then he’d frown harder and clench … Continue reading I just want to feel less disfigured by knowing there’s someone else out there wearing the same badges of aberration.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

The human body just requires too much maintenance.

Wednesday, 4 January 1995 Well, Happy New Year Sis. I hope you had, as the saying goes, a good ‘un. Personally I went to bed at 11:00pm, I’ve never been one for celebrating such occasions. Thanks for the book and juggling balls, I picked them up from the post office today. I’ve since discovered that half the office can juggle with ease, leaving me looking … Continue reading The human body just requires too much maintenance.

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1995, J's Diary Entries, Our Troublesome Father

1 Jan 1995 – Happy New Year, now where is the vodka.

J kept a diary for most of 1995.  Having read all our correspondence and his diaries in chronological order, 1995 seems like a pivotal year for his thinking and the many changes and choices he makes.   Sun 1 Jan 1995 – Well, well, how exciting! A new diary. I’ve been dying to use it for the last few weeks, last year’s was simply too small … Continue reading 1 Jan 1995 – Happy New Year, now where is the vodka.

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1994, J's Diary Entries, Our Troublesome Father

I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.

Fri 23 Dec 1994 – Work Break-Up Day, I didn’t handle myself terribly well. In my headlong determined rush to have a good time, I drank too much, hoping to set an example for my fellow reticent revelers. Fuck they’re a boring bunch. So young and earnest and mature – controlled. DULL!! At least Caleb liked his present.  I got a “CANDOM” from Quinn. It’s … Continue reading I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.

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1994, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).

27 Sep 1994 Dearest S and Jack, Thanks for the post card I really appreciate it.  Majorca certainly sounds like a beautiful place. Do they do any fishing there? Is that the island where Christopher Skase is because he has been getting a lot of publicity lately but I think it is still a long way from getting him back here to answer charges. Hope … Continue reading Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).

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1994, J's Diary Entries, Our Troublesome Father

I’ve had some frightening ideas about myself the past few days, about how much my father has influenced me.

Diary Entries Sept 1994 Fri 9 Sept – Shared my office (I can call it my office when Simon is away) with the new guy Jeremy, I don’t like him much.  He thinks money is the be-all and end-all and thinks that every woman he speaks to on the phone is “sexy” and “wants it”. I can’t believe anyone really thinks like that.    He says … Continue reading I’ve had some frightening ideas about myself the past few days, about how much my father has influenced me.

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

The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

Wednesday, 30 March 1994 Dear S, I just got back from buying a new mattress.  Leah’s paying me for my half of the old one and I’m moving into the Flemington house on either Thursday night (if I’m feeling as eager as I do now) or on Good Friday, so I’ll need a new one pronto. I got “our Dad” to come in and drive … Continue reading The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

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

Little Brother, our Father is dead to me so I have no problem posting this.

Friday, 18 February 1994 Dear S, I just got your letter, thanks so much.  I really needed to hear from you,  I was beginning to feel like I was committing these letters to “The Void” (wanky as it sounds.)  The prospect of all my gibberish being published one day is a bit daunting, but I’d like to see them all together, it would be a bit like … Continue reading Little Brother, our Father is dead to me so I have no problem posting this.

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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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