Found amongst J’s correspondence. He has typed it on his typewriter. I’m not sure if it is a Diary entry or if it was meant to be a letter, to me or someone else. I know I never received it. Think this may belong in the UNSENT file. What: Paige’s Party When: Friday, 18 October 1996 Who was there: Me, Tariq, Simon, Jeremy, Lisa, Darren, … Continue reading Before Hipsters were Hipsters.
Thursday, 16 May 1996 8:30am I switched camps this morning Sis. I overcame my great fear, and went over to the other side. You know what I’m talking about. I bought my cappuccino at Le Croissant Connection, instead of Pomegranites (sic). I thought to myself ‘Dammit J, yesterday’s excuse for a cappuccino had no fluff on it at all’. No fluff, nix fluffae, as the … Continue reading It’s a coffee coup.
An Aside from S In this letter J says that he is typing his 1996 diary and that it is filed in a folder – I have never seen/found this folder which is why there are no diary excerts for 1996. He also writes about protecting and destroying his diary… Sunday, 17 March 1996 Hey Sis, here’s an overdue letter, eh? Sorry to … Continue reading How long is 90 seconds? I’ll tell you.
Tuesday, 22 August 1995 2:55pm Afternoon S, Just been over the road for a coffee and a read. I loped up the stairs to lodge myself in my favorite Collins Place reading nook, and – lo and behold! – there’s a couple coupling. Right where I normally sit and pore through my snide little novels. Dizgusting! I had to turn away and hover around the … Continue reading I missed the whole day, one whole day of my life disappeared because I consumed too much of a drink that I find loathsome in an establishment I find stultifying. Just doesn’t make sense does it?
Monday, 6 Feb, 1995 2:07pm S, Hi, it’s a new week, it’s a new letter. I’ve just finished my bowl of rice for the day, and I have a little bit of lunch time left to fill in. I’m eating rice to atone for a weekend of orgiastic spending and stupidity. On Friday after work I was enticed over the road for drinks at the … Continue reading I’m never drinking beer again, not while I have the financial means at my disposal allowing me to indulge in less deleterious drinks.
Monday, 28 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a sunny day down here and I’m in a surprisingly good mood considering the crappy weekend I’ve had. I feel like I’ve guzzled half a gallon of Buzz saw Blend Ultra-Caffeinated Coffee, but I haven’t touched it at all today. If you could see the murky goo that passes for coffee here I think you’d understand. Well … Continue reading The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.