Yesterday I washed all the bedspreads and got them dry too.

6 October, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, So very pleased to get your letter and lovely snaps of you all and also the post card you sent from the Canary Islands, it came the same day as your letter and snaps.  So sorry to hear you haven’t been well S and do hope you are gradually coming good.  When something is wrong it seems to … Continue reading Yesterday I washed all the bedspreads and got them dry too.

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?

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?

I’m like ice-cream, delicious and sweet, but too much will make you puke.

Saturday, 12 August 1995  11:55am S, Yeah, check that date – I’m in at work on a Saturday.  And what a Saturday it is too, the mercury is set to soar to 17°, the sun is actually shining, and I’m here working.  Mum’s coming in to meet me at 2pm, and after she jumps back in her horseless carriage and zooms back to “Poo Town”, … Continue reading I’m like ice-cream, delicious and sweet, but too much will make you puke.

I tell you Sis, this freezing weather really makes me respect English streakers.

Monday, 10 July 1995 1:11pm S, Oh-my-God-oh-my-God it is so Goddamn cold here I’ll be lucky to make it home with all my extremities.  I tell you Sis, this weather really makes me respect English streakers.  You have to have enormous dedication to the cause of public nudity to get your gear off in this type of weather.  It’s like 4 degrees here. I’m so … Continue reading I tell you Sis, this freezing weather really makes me respect English streakers.

My workmates have about as much sensitivity as a Russian condom.

Monday, 22 May 1995  1:38pm Dear Sis, Howdy.  I thought of you on the tram this morning.  A pregnant lady was sitting opposite me, rubbing her belly with this secretive smile.  It was a bit creepy to tell you the truth.  Then the tram conductor sat diagonally opposite me and started talking to himself as he leafed through the form guide.  He didn’t ask for … Continue reading My workmates have about as much sensitivity as a Russian condom.

When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.

Friday, 12 May 1995 Howdy S, I’d ask how you are, but I’m too self-absorbed in horror to think of anything but my own suffering.  She touched me again, you know, the Ms X that I don’t want to name for fear of litigation.  She linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder and quaked with laughter as I vibrated on … Continue reading When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.

I turned a corner while in bed this morning.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX Represents the parts of his diary that my brother has delicately cut out.   J’s Diary Entries Friday, 5 May, 1995 Went a drinking with Nadia and Cav.  From “Klicks” to some pub on the corner of Spring and Bourke Street, where I actually paid my bill. (I didn’t want to distress Cav, he gets so embarrassed if I do a runner.)  I drank vodka, lime … Continue reading I turned a corner while in bed this morning.

Cleaning can only be done incrementally. It would be an offence to all that long-standing mess to just heave it all out in one go. 

J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 30 April, 1995 It’s mid morning (10.30am) and Leah and Aidan are still in bed.  I hope they’re just sleeping – thank God I never hear them doing it.  I wonder if they makes jokes about me rattling around this house like an old maid with nothing better to do than spoil young people’s love-making. I feel like cleaning today.  Maybe … Continue reading Cleaning can only be done incrementally. It would be an offence to all that long-standing mess to just heave it all out in one go.