I’m heading to the UK this week. Will take some of J’s books with me to release into the wild. Will update Twitter account with the release of each book. Continue reading Free
J’s Diary Entry 15 October 2001 Only threw up once today, though thought about it two other times. Applied for a week’s holiday and started taking Aropax again. It doesn’t seem to be working too well – still having obsessive thoughts and throwing up. Ate two Milky Bars at work and liberated them 10 minutes later. I’ll be thin, but toothless. Jade is in the … Continue reading Word of the day; Elegy.
Brady and J playing Christmas Day 2000. I watch this over and over, it makes me so happy. I can remember their laughter, the sun shining. Ola crying in the background. Happy. deadmansdiaries.com Continue reading Happy.
March 1999 Brady and I flew to Australia for a holiday and to celebrate my Aunty Tia’s (my mothers only sister) 50th birthday. We stayed in Melbourne with my Mum and Winky, and we all flew to Queensland for the big birthday party, it was a lovely time. It was warm, there was swimming, family, memories shared and made, lots of laughter – my Aunty … Continue reading Gratitude for something I wrote down 17 years ago.
Found amongst my brother’s paperwork – he kept his first Christmas card from his niece. Brady and her Uncle J (in his favourite Black Hawaiian Shirt) – Brady’s first Christmas, Australia 1995 I chuckle when I look at this picture imaging Brady saying ‘So it’s a deal Uncle J, you being a vegetarian and all that, I can have your share of the turkey … Continue reading Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995
Tuesday, 14 November 1995 1:07 PM Hey Sis, Been a few days since I’ve had time to write. Let’s see… Friday night I ended up going to the Esplanade Hotel in St Kilda with Nadia and her boyfriend Aaron to see a what can only be describe as a Psycho-billy three-piece band they’re called the “Fireballs”. They all had mohawks and no shirts on. Simplistic but … Continue reading What’s my scene?
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 15 May 1995 Just figured out I was snubbed on Friday night. I was not invited for Friday drinks on purpose. Jeremy blabbed. Well, not really blabbed, but he made it obvious. I was at the printer, and he asked me if I went straight home on Friday. I said yes, and he said something about how he had a few … Continue reading I need to get better at handling rejection. I guess I can’t make people like me.
November 1994 Jack, It is really just hitting me what I have given up over the last few years and probably more upsetting, is what I am about to give up in the next 12 months. I just feel that you don’t understand, or appreciate what I’ve lost, or listen to me when I try to talk about it, so I’m putting it in writing … Continue reading All life’s major events take place over the phone for me.
I found these notes by my mother amongst my correspondence. When visiting me in the UK in 1994, Mum and I drove a beat up old Corolla from Hertfordshire through France and back – Mum kept notes on each days travel, speedometer etc. This is one of her many “lists” – things she liked about France. As our family’s story progresses you’ll understand why lists were so important … Continue reading 1 to 16 May 1994 – French Road Trip with Mum