It’s a testament to the horror of his personality and personal hygiene that I do not feel bad about this.

J’s Diary Entry 10 March 2003 Kicked Ian out last week, mmm maybe it was end of week before. It was first thing in the morning. He was hanging out his washing. He didn’t take it well. Quietly furious, I’d call it. Said “Well I’m screwed,” a few times. Told him it was cos he never went out. He said “I go out quite a … Continue reading It’s a testament to the horror of his personality and personal hygiene that I do not feel bad about this.

Wish I knew Shakespeare, this seems to be the right moment for a quote. 

J’s Diary Entry 11 January 2003 I rode to Leah’s in 15 minutes! I am a FUCKING athlete is wot I am, mate. I must get around and see Leah more often, she’s such good value. It’ll be damn weird if/when she has a kid/kids. I think even Jade is canvassing motherhood as an option! Where will I live? I don’t think I could share … Continue reading Wish I knew Shakespeare, this seems to be the right moment for a quote. 

Shut your mouth you Goddamn rent dodging, rice eating turkey.

J’s Diary Entry 6 January 2003 After another day, chasing myself around the inner suburbs watching films, I came home, then ran out again (to Bunnings, for more, ever more DIY supplies). I arrived home late-ish. Jade was here, cooking a chicken stir fry. Ian The Turkey was in his room, as always. Jade and I went out after dinner to ‘Grandma Funks’ (UGH! That … Continue reading Shut your mouth you Goddamn rent dodging, rice eating turkey.

How the Hell can someone have B.O. at 8:45 in the bloody morning? How?!

Friday, 1 September 1995 9:14am I’m here.  I made it!  Roasted – purified – by the flames of public transport.  Lordy it was a trial.  You just never know what’s in store for you.  I’m standing there at the tram stop, waiting to be whooshed along tram arteries to the sticky furious heart of the city, pounding, pounding, pounding.  I get on, move to a spot … Continue reading How the Hell can someone have B.O. at 8:45 in the bloody morning? How?!