An absolute new low for our Father.

  From: ‘S’ Date: Monday, April 15, 2002 11:13PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Florist Importance: High Hey did you get the  pressie and have you got a florists number? Sorry just stressed. S   From: ‘J’ Date: 16 April 2002 7:37AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Florist Sis, here’s a link to the Australian White Pages http://www.whitepages.com.au That will give you a selection – I did it but I didn’t really recognise any of … Continue reading An absolute new low for our Father.

Christmas was shit. Mum’s got cancer and I’m fat again.

From: ‘S’ Date: 07 January 2002 08:05AM To: ‘J’ Subject: You back yet? I feel really bad, but I had such trouble talking to Mum after she told me about her cancer, it took me nearly a week to call her back, no doubt she told you.  I don’t really know why, just found I couldn’t pick up the phone and call her.  Anyway she … Continue reading Christmas was shit. Mum’s got cancer and I’m fat again.

Polaroids and Polar Bears

J’s Diary Entry 1 November 2001 Good day and crappy day.  Got out of bed late, watched some telly, did some chores then into the City for art supplies.  Spent $27 got 2 nice extra fine pens, some chalks, some charcoal.  Then I got a Sketch-A-Graph from Toys R Us.  Came home and burnt an Aphex Twin compilation while I drew some pictures of Mum. … Continue reading Polaroids and Polar Bears

The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.

  Barry and I decided to get married (there was no proposal as such, just a sort of mutual discussion/decision.)  We decided on a small Australian backyard family wedding in December 2000 as we would be in Australia for Ola’s first Christmas. The following is the disaster that ensued. ———————–FACSIMILE TRANSMITTANCE SHEET———————– TO: ‘Anastasia’ COMPANY: Elegant Weddings FROM: ‘S’ DATE: 18/10/00 RE: Wedding 5th Jan … Continue reading The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.

And as for the apples, well they got cooked right there on the tree.

27 January 1999 Dear S and Brady, Pop said to say thank you very much for the video “Fawlty Towers” we all enjoyed it very much, he had a nice birthday and he really enjoyed all the phone calls, was lovely to speak to you and Brady.  J has been up here to see us too, gee it was lovely to see him.  Pop is … Continue reading And as for the apples, well they got cooked right there on the tree.

Golden, golden days. Gone.

December 1998 Living with Barry was working out great.  Brady spent every second weekend with her Father, Jack. I continued working a demanding schedule, working all hours and flying all over the world, until a turning point in a cold transit lounge somewhere in tired Europe, enough was enough. I resigned, finishing up in December 1998. So the call went out – ‘Christmas at the Pink … Continue reading Golden, golden days. Gone.

Rabbits don’t mind what colour flowers they eat.

23 November 1998 Dear J, Do hope you have a beaut birthday.  Pop is gradually coming better, it’s a long slow process, he had more x-rays last week but he is so weak and he just runs out of puff but he is eating a lot better again so should get his strength back. No veggie garden this year, have got a couple of tomato … Continue reading Rabbits don’t mind what colour flowers they eat.