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1995, J's Diary Entries

Most people’s lives are linear. I wonder if mine is not spiral in nature.

J’s Diary Entries Thursday  20 April, 1995  (Mum’s Birthday) From what I can gather most people’s lives are linear, they start at one end and finish at the other.  I’m beginning to wonder if mine is not spiral in nature.  Sometimes I feel like I’m going backwards through already chartered areas.  I started in the middle and wound my way out.  Then I came to … Continue reading Most people’s lives are linear. I wonder if mine is not spiral in nature.

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1995, Letters from S, Letters to J

Little Brother, I need a live in nanny who is too ugly for my husband to f*$k about with.

31 March, 1995 Dear J, Well don’t fall off your perch but I have finally put pen to paper to detail my very uninteresting life for you.  Truth is, that man who genetically contributed to our beings had a go at me on the phone the other day to say that you had told him how disappointed you are to be continually writing to me … Continue reading Little Brother, I need a live in nanny who is too ugly for my husband to f*$k about with.

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1994, Letters from S, Uncategorized

All life’s major events take place over the phone for me.

November 1994 Jack, It is really just hitting me what I have given up over the last few years and probably more upsetting, is what I am about to give up in the next 12 months.  I just feel that you don’t understand, or appreciate what I’ve lost, or listen to me when I try to talk about it, so I’m putting it in writing … Continue reading All life’s major events take place over the phone for me.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

People with names like “Coral” and “Amber” are the sort of people who swallow their own toothpaste.

31 Oct 1994 Dear S, Well, here is the first post-pregnancy announcement letter. So how are you? Pregnant? I’m trying to imaging you in 7 month’s time when you’ll be in full bloom.  You’ll be as wide as you are high, and looking non-the-worse for it I’ll bet. What sort of state is the maternity wear industry in over there in the UK? Personally, I … Continue reading People with names like “Coral” and “Amber” are the sort of people who swallow their own toothpaste.

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1994, J's Diary Entries

Damn Russian Nomenclature.

J Diary Entries Tue 20 Sep 1994 – Simon’s triumphant return – sound the horns! complete with (perhaps) glandular fever.  It’s good to have him back, I’ve missed him.  Simon is my principal human contact, I’ve withdrawn in his absence. I was even a little hurt when he went to talk to Cav before me. Silly really – I’m jealous. Half of me resents the … Continue reading Damn Russian Nomenclature.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

My social life is about as exciting as a Methodist cake-stall.

Thursday, 1 September 1994 Dear Sis, How’s the birthday girl?  Mum tells me you’re jetting off to Spain for an el cheapo face lift to halt the inevitable march of Father Time.  How old are you now anyway?  It doesn’t matter, you being five years older than me and all.  I would gladly give the flower of my youth in exchange for all the arcane … Continue reading My social life is about as exciting as a Methodist cake-stall.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

Wednesday, 30 March 1994 Dear S, I just got back from buying a new mattress.  Leah’s paying me for my half of the old one and I’m moving into the Flemington house on either Thursday night (if I’m feeling as eager as I do now) or on Good Friday, so I’ll need a new one pronto. I got “our Dad” to come in and drive … Continue reading The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

Thursday, 24 March 1994 Dear S, The Day of Reckoning is at hand, this day is filled with strange portents.  The cock did crow at midnight blackest, the cow’s teats did issue forth Grants Scotch Whiskey (we’re keeping that cow) and the sky did crack open and wobblesome jelly desserts poured forth on the innocent street dwellers.  This night I do split with Leah.  Am … Continue reading They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

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