Friday, 26 April 1996 Howdy Sis o’ Mine, Still sittin’ here in Melbourne, Autumn chill closin’ in around me. Trying hard to ignore the blustery football analysis that trumpets around, usually on Monday, but today on a Friday. It was ANZAC day yesterday, and there were a few games played. I actually walked through the park near the MCG yesterday as the people swarmed … Continue reading Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.
Thursday, 11 April 1996 8:30pm Hey Sis, Sitting here, on a rainless night, thinking about nothing, as in not thinking nothing but thinking about nothing. I do this sometimes at work, or when I’m bored. Think of it. Nothing. No matter, so no space. No time. Hmmm. There’s no time. I guess time doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Time is only measurable in its effect … Continue reading Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.
Tuesday, 19 September 1995 8:11AM Hey Sis. I made it in. Just after finishing yesterday’s entry I packed my bags and went home. Just felt way too crappy, went home and rang Mum for some hay fever advice and followed it to the letter. Made me feel a hell of a lot better actually. So I sat on my couch, read my Sartre and listened … Continue reading It’s all a part of my mania for recording. I take photos of my house, places I go to regularly, friend’s houses, their tattoos, random visions that litter my day.
Tuesday, 11 July 1995 S, I found myself softening my line on this whole Chloe thing. I’m still racked with indecision over the whole “thing” (let’s not call it an affair). I tried tossing a coin before and then felt ashamed for being so flippant. The Gods of Chance were in favour of the match by the way, not that that means anything. I think … Continue reading I can’t seem to put my finger on it. It’s like searching for the name of the actor who played the second Darren in “Bewitched”. You know you know it, you can see his face, but the answer just won’t come to you.
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 10 June 1995 My sister had her baby. A girl with no name. 7lb, 12 oz, 11:45pm (UK time) 44 hour labour in all. S is Wonder Womb. The bub has curly black hair and plenty of it Mum says. I had to ring all the dud relatives, nerve-wracking experience. Christ, I am an Uncle! Today is also my one year … Continue reading I’m an Uncle to a girl with no name.