Starving myself whilst eating into my savings.

VOL. 7, NO. 1 Aug. 29, 1997  12:30pm Hey S, How you going?  Yup, a letter from your long lost bro.  How you doin’?  Eh? What’ve ya been up to? How’s your car? Ha ha haa! Mum told me about it.  Have you told Dad about it yet? (Oh God he’s always wanted to drive one of them) Do you want me to tell him. … Continue reading Starving myself whilst eating into my savings.

She refused to see the link between art and politics.

Thursday, 27 June 1996  12:30pm Howdy Sis, Went and saw that film last night, The Wonderful Horrible Life of Leni Riefenstahl.  Kind of sad in a way, I think she got a bit of a bum rap.  Raised some interesting points about art and politics though.  In particular, the notion of a ‘Fascist Aesthetic’ interested me.  Susan Sontag accused Leni of continuing this fascist aesthetic … Continue reading She refused to see the link between art and politics.

In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.

Wednesday, 26 June 1996  8:15am Ah Sis, I bring to you another interesting story from the barrel of monkeys that is my work place.  Henry the Brit is starring in some sort of pseudo-snuff film.  I asked him what he did with his weekend, and he said ‘Ohh, I kidnapped a nun who had no undies on and raped her at knife-point.’  I smiled indulgently … Continue reading In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.

Introducing Buck Butcher, he’s Bonkers for Big-Breasted Broads.

Friday, 12 January 1996  1:00PM Damn it S, Just found out I’ve missed out on my Christmas bonus.  It’s because I wasn’t here to collect it, and to ask for it now on top of the overtime and long holiday I got, it seems grasping, especially since it’s only $150.  Would’ve been handy though. Friday drinks tonight, my first with all the new arrivals.  See … Continue reading Introducing Buck Butcher, he’s Bonkers for Big-Breasted Broads.

We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

6 December 1994 Dear S, This may be the last letter you receive from me. The expedition is not going well. My compatriots are fading badly, it’s the heat you see. Today the mercury has risen to 38˚, yesterday it peaked at 40˚.  There is no respite for any of us. I fear we shall all perish. We’ve already eaten three of the camels, and the … Continue reading We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.