Thursday, 28 September 1995 9:12am S, Thursday morning and the Monster Letter is gone, now it’s back to the regular routine. Unless you prefer these in Monster format. Lemme know. So what am I thinking about today? Well, finished “The Age of Reason” so there’ll be no more ruminating on Past and Future. However, I did see this groovy thing on TV about the end … Continue reading The Big Bang and Bongs.
Wednesday, 30 August 1995 3:40pm Sis I’ve just been and consoled myself with consumer idolatry – I bought two books. Will Self – ‘My Idea of Fun” and Herman Hesse – “Siddhatha”. I’ve read the prologue of the Self book, it’s not exactly what I was expecting, and to tell the truth, if I knew it was going to have slasher elements to it (a … Continue reading Where on the Rainbow of Independent Will do you find yourself? Intense indigo? Queasy green?
Monday, 28 August 1995 So Sis, Continuing on from “Pisspot’s Undoing” Saturday morning at 10am Brett comes knocking on my door, offering to give me a lift to his place in St Kilda. I get ready, quickly shower and comb over my scruffiness and Brett gives me a ride to Coles for my shopping. Then it’s back to my place, a coffee, and then to … Continue reading My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.
Monday, 10 July 1995 1:11pm S, Oh-my-God-oh-my-God it is so Goddamn cold here I’ll be lucky to make it home with all my extremities. I tell you Sis, this weather really makes me respect English streakers. You have to have enormous dedication to the cause of public nudity to get your gear off in this type of weather. It’s like 4 degrees here. I’m so … Continue reading I tell you Sis, this freezing weather really makes me respect English streakers.
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.
Tuesday, 6 June, 1995 5:52pm Hey Sis, WHERE IS THIS BABY? I’m waiting here. Come on woman, spit it out! It’s technically 4 days old! Stop hogging the limelight and let the little tacker out so it can shove you back in the shadows. God, I’m getting impatient, this pregnancy thing is old Sis. Bring on the Bub! Bring on the Bub! Anyway, let’s talk about … Continue reading I could write instruction manuals on how to be excessively trite, insensitive, hackneyed and flippant.
J’s Diary Entry Friday, 26 May 1995 Whooh! Friday night drinks are getting out of control. It started at “Klicks”. I was feeling slightly off-colour after a lunch of quiche and was in two minds about going. I went anyway. Being concerned about the state of my teeth, I drank neat shots of vodka to avoid sugary mixers. A mistake. Because there wasn’t much to them, … Continue reading There’s never a black horse around when you need one.
Friday, 26 May 1995, 10:42am Wow. I’ve just realized how soon you’re going to be having your baby. The proximity of it hit me last night. It’s like seven days away. Wow. I will have to send this today or it wont make it in time. I really hope you’ve decided on a name for it Sis. Call me old fashioned, but I think a … Continue reading My brother, my birthing cheerleader.
Thursday, 16 Feb 1995, 9:15am Hi Sis, How did you sleep last night? No dreams about aliens or anything? I feel great this morning. I’m riding high on a caffeine surge of goodness and I want to smile so wide that my head splits in two. Luuuurve that strong cappuccino from “Roozervelts Cafe” on Collins Street first thing in the morning. The guy who usually … Continue reading The closest I’m gonna come to getting lucky will be getting run over by a necrophiliac.
Friday, 14 January 1994 Sis, Just a quick note to accompany this old Cleo of Leah’s I found lying around last night when I was looking for my wallet. Actually, looking at it, I don’t think she’ll let me give it to you – it’s got the pictures of Keanu Reeves….naked! I think she took a day off work when that one came out, wore … Continue reading Jacuzzi’s, Vomit & Haircuts