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.

What if I wig out in the bedroom and she tells people?

J’s Diary Entry Friday, 7 July 1995 I don’t want to do anything about Chloe unless I am completely sure that I won’t be rejected.  And there’s the question of whether she’ll want me once she knows more about me.  Self-mutilators don’t get much good press you know.  And there’s the whole sex/performance thing which so poisoned the air between Leah and I.  What if … Continue reading What if I wig out in the bedroom and she tells people?

This letter will probably get opened and read by the French Secret Service and I’ll have dodgy looking Peugeots parked outside my house for months.

Monday, 19 June 1995 3:03pm S, Dad called me at work and just told me you’ve finally named my niece – hell it only took you 9 days!  Brady, (I hope I’ve got the spelling right). That’s really nice, I like Brady.  So how are you coping as a new mother? Is Brady keeping you up ’til all hours? You will have her walking and … Continue reading This letter will probably get opened and read by the French Secret Service and I’ll have dodgy looking Peugeots parked outside my house for months.

Bored to tears by violent tales of feline genealogy and death.

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.

Reincarnation is my greatest fear. That, and the dentist.

J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 18 May 1995 I said an awkward hello to Cav in the fax room today.  It lifted me for a bit, made me think or rather tacitly hope that things would go back to how they were.  I know they wont though.  Exile is a little more dignified when it’s self imposed.  I’m going to ask Caitlin if I can leave … Continue reading Reincarnation is my greatest fear. That, and the dentist.