J’s Diary Entry 4 November 2001 Started reading “Kill Shot” by Elmore Leonard Jen came round last night and she, Jade, Eli and I got drunk as bastards on wine. I dimly recall vomiting off the foot of my bed into a bucket while Jen rolled around the bed. I took some photos and shaved my beard off, leaving a handlebar moustache and giant sideburns. … Continue reading SPLAT, THUD.
Friday 28 June 1996 8:40am We’re having a food-scare here at the moment Sis. It’s not quite up to your UK Mad Cow fiasco. There’s this massive crop of peanuts that had Salmonella in it. Now almost every single jar of peanut butter in Australia has been recalled. There’s been over fifty cases of food poisoning. Slater & Gordon (this really opportunistic law firm) has been advertising … Continue reading This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.
Monday, 5 February 1996 11:08 am So Friday I go over to “Klicks” for drinks. I’ve worked out my budget, and I know I really ought to go after two or three beers, because I’ve got this pub crawl thing with Quinn on Saturday night. Quinn used to work here, now he’s in advertising with a four day week and an enormous bloody salary. Anyway, … Continue reading These fellas were wading through the vomit-lake and heaving with jocularity like Vikings. I quickly fled the scene.
Sunday, 5 November 1995 12:58PM S, Yesterday was torture. Sooo hungover, I was ill all day. I didn’t get enough sleep, and my stomach just never recovered from all the poison it had to contain on Friday night. I’d had such a crap week, it was either go straight home or go on a bender. I went to “Klicks” with the pious intention of walking … Continue reading I’m like some over-cashed magpie looking to add another glossy treasure to my nest when I get in a shop.
Tuesday, 27 June 1995 8:04am Good morning, At least, it is here anyway. I’m in early, kudos to me, kudos to me. I woke up at 5am, listened to the radio for a while, and, seized with expiatory zeal, I thought I’d come in early to make recompense for my days of wayward bludging earlier this year. Truth is I couldn’t get back to sleep … Continue reading I’m writing to you from the belly of the beast.
J’s Diary Entry XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX represents parts of his diary that my brother has sliced out and destroyed. Friday, 9 June 1995 Wow, what a weird night. Went over the road for drinks. I decided not to drink too much, and to this noble notion I stayed true, having only 5 neat vodkas. Most of the others got drunk, apart from Simon (who never really lets … Continue reading Bored to tears by violent tales of feline genealogy and death.
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 3 June 1995 Had only 3 neat vodkas at “Klicks” last night. I feel strong and depressed and lonely as usual. It’s a curious choice: waste $60 on a good time I can’t actually remember, or save $60 and feel strong and depressed and lonely. I’m sort of inclined to think that if I can’t remember the good time, then what’s … Continue reading Drinking is neither physically, mentally or economically healthy. But I’ll keep doing it.
J’s Diary Entry Friday, 26 May 1995 Whooh! Friday night drinks are getting out of control. It started at “Klicks”. I was feeling slightly off-colour after a lunch of quiche and was in two minds about going. I went anyway. Being concerned about the state of my teeth, I drank neat shots of vodka to avoid sugary mixers. A mistake. Because there wasn’t much to them, … Continue reading There’s never a black horse around when you need one.
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