Wednesday, 6 September 1995 8:50AM S, You know how I decry myself every Monday for my appalling behaviour at Friday drinks, and then promise never to go again, and then go again, and do exactly the same thing over again every week? It’s stopping here. Last night Simon invited me over the road to burn some time before he headed off to a family dinner. … Continue reading It’s a psychological thing, no matter how painful the seat is, it’s preferable to standing comfortably.
Monday, 28 August 1995 9:17am S, Howdy. How was your weekend? I’m still shakin’ the dust of activity from my feet – a busy weekend. Let’s go through it scene by scene shall we? PISSPOT’S UNDOING (A modern tragedy) Author’s note: The following must be read in a tone evocative of the voice-overs in showcases of TV talent such as Unsolved Mysteries, Crime Stoppers, … Continue reading ‘Pisspot’s Undoing” – A Modern Tragedy.
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 3 June 1995 Had only 3 neat vodkas at “Klicks” last night. I feel strong and depressed and lonely as usual. It’s a curious choice: waste $60 on a good time I can’t actually remember, or save $60 and feel strong and depressed and lonely. I’m sort of inclined to think that if I can’t remember the good time, then what’s … Continue reading Drinking is neither physically, mentally or economically healthy. But I’ll keep doing it.
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.
J’s Diary Entries Dec 1994 Tue 27 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos. Wed 28 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos. Thurs 29 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos then went with Brett and Lara to Punter’s Club to see Sam (from our School Days) band play. The band was good but I didn’t feel like chatting to Sam so I pretended not to see … Continue reading The check-out chick really liked a joke I made about Gatorade being bottled sweat. Made me feel good for an hour.
6 December 1994 Dear S, This may be the last letter you receive from me. The expedition is not going well. My compatriots are fading badly, it’s the heat you see. Today the mercury has risen to 38˚, yesterday it peaked at 40˚. There is no respite for any of us. I fear we shall all perish. We’ve already eaten three of the camels, and the … Continue reading We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.
Friday, 26 August 1994 Dear S, Hi, just a quick note to send with these Cleo magazines. Sorry I haven’t written for a while, it’s been brown trousers time at work and I’ve been putting in unpaid overtime again. Also there’s a new guy in despatch called Mick, and he’s a bit of a puppet of one of the directors, and I’m not too sure … Continue reading You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are.
Tuesday, 5 July 1994 Hi S, I thought it was about time I put fingertip to keyboard and pounded out a missive to Sis in my staccato touch-typing blur. How you doing? I should, here at the outset, just say thanks for the super wax letter sealing set. Completely super present. I don’t have much in the way of gossip, I’ve been leading a life … Continue reading I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.
THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED. IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “UNSENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 22 JUN 1994 . Dear Sis, What an absolutely crap day I’m having, so crap in fact, that I felt it simply had to be shared. I just had lunch … Continue reading Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability.
Monday, 16 May 1994 Dear S, Mum and Jack, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, its mail-out time at work and I’ve been incredibly busy. I’ve been working in despatch on the weekend too, just for extra cash (I don’t get paid for over-time spent on the book). I just got your post card, it sounds like you’re having a … Continue reading Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.