Friday, 26 July 1996 2:10pm Hey S, Went and saw Othello with Pippa at the Capitol cinema in Swanston Walk. What a great cinema. I remember it dimly from childhood. I remember the freaky ceiling (all geometric with coloured lights. Sounds tacky, but it’s not). Lawrence Fishburne was better than I had hoped, and Kenneth Brannagh was good too. One of the cast members was the … Continue reading Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.
Tuesday, 30 April 1996 8:50am Oh God, This time it’s for real Sis. I have to decide on a career. I’m going to be twenty-fucking-four in a few months, and I’m still bumbling along in this job I stumbled into. This job which is going to lead nowhere. What brought on this fit of fear I hear you ask? I went over and visited Leah … Continue reading It’s a curly one, isn’t it?
Tuesday, 9 April 1996 9:48pm Hey Sis, How you doing? Another typed letter from your bro. Poorly typed an’ all. It’s raining here, on Easter Tuesday. Jana Wendt is on Channel 7, hosting her new (and deskless, might I add) show, “Witness”. It’s quite highbrow, long pieces on “real” issues. I do suspect, however, that she is sans desk simply to show off her legs. … Continue reading I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.
Monday, 3 July 1995 12:28pm S, Howdy. Another heater-hugging morning down in the Antipodes. I’ve got my big bulky coat on and The Stone Roses in my Walkman and I’m feeling nice and cosy. I actually went to that party I was telling you about in my last letter. It was in Richmond, between two factories. Simon came over about 8pm with half a slab … Continue reading I even had on a mohair jumper! But all to no avail.
7 February 1992 Dear S I know that this is going to be the hardest letter I have ever had to write. I have asked your Dad to leave the house. The reason for this is that on Thursday night of last week I had been out and have had a feeling for some time that Dad was still seeing Lilith. I drove around to … Continue reading Bad news letters from mum are always hand written.