Tuesday, 29 August 1995 9:37am Oh Dear S, you’ll never guess what’s happened. Someone attractive is working here. I mean really attractive, like Sale-of-the-Century-model attractive. This is an ill wind Sis. I don’t want someone extraordinarily attractive swanning around the place making me feel self-conscious. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Have you ever encountered this sort of thing in your working life? I just wanna work with … Continue reading It’s impractical working with extraordinarily attractive people.
Thursday 13 July 1995 9:19am Sis, I got smiled at on the tram this morning. Some blonde lady with dark blue eyes smiled at me as the boisterous conductor carried on trumpeting for tickets or something. I actually didn’t hear him properly, and just looked up from my Herman Hesse novel to see this lady smiling at me. I hesitated dumbly, then gave a thin, … Continue reading It’s no coincidence that sexy chicks always work in music shops, it’s a sadistic plan to make you feel embarrassed about buying daggy music.
Friday, 30 June, 1995 9:30am Hi Sis, So, how about Hugh Grant’s little brush with the seedy underbelly of urban America? Poor bloke, he’s really blown it (couldn’t resist, sorry). I feel a bit sorry for him, did you see the look on his face in that mug shot? It must be on the front page of every rag in England. Everyone here keeps saying … Continue reading I’ve read that beautiful chicks think that being beautiful is enough in itself, and they don’t put in any effort in the sack.