I like my pretend job, turning up half-drunk and gossiping all day.

From: ‘J’ Date: 08 March 2002 02:55AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Beer and Champagne. Goddammit. Hey Sis. Long time no type. Now type only pidgin. What are you up to?    How’s work? The kiddies? Barry? Current events? Myself, I haven’t been up to much. God, what a hangover I have. It’s terrible. Beer and champagne, they just don’t mix. Oh God I feel like shit. I just … Continue reading I like my pretend job, turning up half-drunk and gossiping all day.

I feel like floating up and never coming back, maybe I could take up a career as a cloud or something.

The next letter I received from J was dated from 4/9/95 to 27/9/95 it was 23 pages long and just over 10,000 words, he named it “The Monster Letter”.  I have broken it down into days for posting here.   Monday, 4 September 1995  9:18 AM S, Oh God. God God God. How do I begin this one?  Maybe with a swig from the neck … Continue reading I feel like floating up and never coming back, maybe I could take up a career as a cloud or something.

Most Journalists end up being alcoholics, it’s all part of the machismo culture of cynicism and superiority.

10 January 1995  Dear Sis, Hi, it’s me.  It’s Tuesday.  It’s dull.  It stinks in here. It really does stink in here you know. Remember in my last letter how I told you about the roof leaking? Well, the carpet is still wet, and it’s 33˚, it’s beginning to smell like Jeffrey Dahmer’s flat in here. Donovan called me Friday afternoon and invited himself around. Don’t … Continue reading Most Journalists end up being alcoholics, it’s all part of the machismo culture of cynicism and superiority.