Columbo investigates the Swedish Postal System.

Tuesday 21 November 1995  9:16AM Hey S, Tuesday mornin’, strollin’ up Collins Street, wading through a block and a half of baby-puke stink-smell that’s swirling invisibly around me from Elizabeth to Russell Street.  I’m wearing a new shirt.  It’s an ugly blue, gonna buy another two today, maybe. Just missed Princess Di’s diatribe on morning TV.  Not sorry really, I think she’s ghastly.  Goddamned show-pony, … Continue reading Columbo investigates the Swedish Postal System.

Maybe I’ll shout at the top of my lungs that photography is poor man’s painting. That’ll make sure I’m never invited back – sensitive, arty types.

23 Jan 1995 Dear S, Howdy. Dropped your load yet? I’m getting impatient. What is it, five months to go? In this age of instant soup and TV dinners, you’d think they could speed up the process a little. Eventually, I see all pregnancies starting and concluding within half an hour, allowing you to get back to work for the end of your lunch break. … Continue reading Maybe I’ll shout at the top of my lungs that photography is poor man’s painting. That’ll make sure I’m never invited back – sensitive, arty types.