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.
Wednesday, 4 January 1995 Well, Happy New Year Sis. I hope you had, as the saying goes, a good ‘un. Personally I went to bed at 11:00pm, I’ve never been one for celebrating such occasions. Thanks for the book and juggling balls, I picked them up from the post office today. I’ve since discovered that half the office can juggle with ease, leaving me looking … Continue reading The human body just requires too much maintenance.
J kept a diary for most of 1995. Having read all our correspondence and his diaries in chronological order, 1995 seems like a pivotal year for his thinking and the many changes and choices he makes. Sun 1 Jan 1995 – Well, well, how exciting! A new diary. I’ve been dying to use it for the last few weeks, last year’s was simply too small … Continue reading 1 Jan 1995 – Happy New Year, now where is the vodka.
J’s Diary Entries for December 1994 Fri 9 Dec – Spoke to Noah, the boss about money today. He’s giving me another $1500 which will take me to $25,500 which is about $400 a week clear. He also said he likes his workers to express their individuality through clothing etc, which is handy to know. From now on I really must work harder. Had Chinese for … Continue reading I was so hungover this morning, it was a-four-potato-cake-day.
Mon 27 Jun 1994 – Met mum for lunch at 1:00PM today in the middle of a very bludgey day and she gave me the rest of my prezzies from the UK – a feather quill, a rune ring, a left handed ruler, a left handed can-opener and a wax seal set with a “J” to seal all my letters – super! I’m really pleased … Continue reading What the hell is a left handed ruler?
1994 March Diary Entries Thurs 7 Mar – Dreamt I was Plucking a dead pelican in Fitzroy Gardens. Morning push ups 20, 25 Fri 8 Mar – Dreamt I was chasing or being chased – can’t remember which. Sat 9 Mar – Dreamt I was fighting, (with swords) a former version of myself, only thicker set. The contemporary me won and cut off the losers … Continue reading Plucking Pelicans in the Park