J letter to S Monday, 6 November 1995 12:11 PM God crappy-crappy, fuck-fuck. Shit mood Sis. Shit mood. Wanna go home and crawl under my doona. It’s one of those rainy days that are ripe for video watching and that’s about it. I hate this job, I just can’t bring myself to look at these pages of proof anymore, it’s a bit of a concern … Continue reading I have no rich spirituality with which to comfort myself, I need money. It’s the only religion I have.
27 Sep 1994 Dearest S and Jack, Thanks for the post card I really appreciate it. Majorca certainly sounds like a beautiful place. Do they do any fishing there? Is that the island where Christopher Skase is because he has been getting a lot of publicity lately but I think it is still a long way from getting him back here to answer charges. Hope … Continue reading Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).
8 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Thanks ever so much for the lovely perfume and the card and the phone call for my 70th birthday, it was lovely to receive so much attention. Gee I had a great day, in fact the whole week was just beaut. And at last we have been to Pomona which we have wanted to see for so long … Continue reading The weather is very important to Nana.