J Diary Entries Thur 19 Jan 1995 Sat diagonally opposite this guy on the tram who had the DT’s real bad. He had that alcoholic look about him; the seventies shirt, grubby slacks, sneakers. His worldly goods in a plastic supermarket bag. I could pick the DT’s, firstly because his eyes would open briefly under his beetling brows and then he’d frown harder and clench … Continue reading I just want to feel less disfigured by knowing there’s someone else out there wearing the same badges of aberration.
27 Sep 1994 Dearest S and Jack, Thanks for the post card I really appreciate it. Majorca certainly sounds like a beautiful place. Do they do any fishing there? Is that the island where Christopher Skase is because he has been getting a lot of publicity lately but I think it is still a long way from getting him back here to answer charges. Hope … Continue reading Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).
8 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Thanks ever so much for the lovely perfume and the card and the phone call for my 70th birthday, it was lovely to receive so much attention. Gee I had a great day, in fact the whole week was just beaut. And at last we have been to Pomona which we have wanted to see for so long … Continue reading The weather is very important to Nana.
17 Feb 1994 Dear J Well three letters of confusion from you in one week is more than I can stand. So for the first time in 2 and a half years, I think, I am writing back to you and I’m sorry for that. There’s so much going on here and I would rather you all just thought I was living some kind of … Continue reading You are so goddamn terrific little brother, I don’t think you realise it.
Saturday, 10 August 1991 Dear S Been fairly quiet but cold lately with heaps of wind and rain. Your Mum bought new side boards and shelves for the lounge. Old stuff has gone to the antique shop they are trying to sell it for us without much luck to date though. Had new light fitting fitted in the dining room the other day. The pool pump … Continue reading A letter from my father the Narcissist