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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m a prisoner of urban sterility. I feel like doing something ridiculous – yep I’m gonna sit on the grass!

Thursday, 17 August 1995 9:07am S Geez, it’s been busy here, we’ve only got ’til Monday until the final “Who The Fuck Cares” proof comes out.  And I’ve been stressed to death trying to work up the gumption to ask for a raise.  It’s so difficult, how do you do it?  Do you have a particular mantra that you intone in an undertone as you … Continue reading I’m a prisoner of urban sterility. I feel like doing something ridiculous – yep I’m gonna sit on the grass!

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

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.

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1995, faxes, Letters from Mum, Letters to S

Oh Mum, it’s gonna take a lot more than some Vitamin B to sort this out.

FAX FROM MUM TO S AUG 1995 Dear S, So sorry to hear you are back in hospital yet again, but best to get it cleared up. June from work said that her specialist told her to take B6 100mgs for breast problems and better still if it is a Vitamin B Complex. Look after yourself and do exactly what they tell you to do. … Continue reading Oh Mum, it’s gonna take a lot more than some Vitamin B to sort this out.

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1995, Letters from Mum, Letters to S

When on earth did Mum start playing the pokies?

FAX FROM MUM TO S 2:20pm 31ST JULY 1995 Dear S, Thank you for the beautiful flowers – hot pink roses and irises. You really are a naughty girl to do that, but they are absolutely beautiful. I am sitting here looking at my beautiful granddaughter, I have put her photo in a frame below my computer screen.  I guess she is still talking about … Continue reading When on earth did Mum start playing the pokies?

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m writing to you from the belly of the beast.

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.

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1995, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

Did you name our great granddaughter after a dog?

27 June 1995 Dear S, Jack and Brady, We received the two sheets of photos yesterday, thanks ever so much.  Dear little Brady is beautiful and like all new babies not so keen on her bath I see.  She is a lovely plump little girl.  I see her very much like you Jack but also see you too S, but a real little girl.  Some … Continue reading Did you name our great granddaughter after a dog?

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Sis, please name your baby, it’s kinda important.

Monday, 12 June, 1995 S, Wow, so you’ve had the baby.  Wow.  Please name her Sis, it’s kinda important. Or maybe you could wait until she’s old enough to decide for herself, that’s a novel idea. Forty-four hours hey? That’s a stretch. Gee, is this kid gonna have that hanging over her head or what? Man, did you see the list of dud relatives I … Continue reading Sis, please name your baby, it’s kinda important.

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1995, J's Diary Entries

If you leave can I come too?

J’s Diary Entry Monday 29 May 1995 A quiet day.  I actually got a lot of work done. I’m working to a deadline – Friday – now, so I’m more focused.  It was OK at work, no-one really teased me for vomiting at Nadia’s house, though Nadia did seem a bit distant.  I have a vague recollection; I went to the toilet and came out. … Continue reading If you leave can I come too?

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