Tuesday, 3 Mar 1998 Stayed at Mum’s in “Poo Town” last night – trip to the dentist this morning. Root canal on a pre-molar, upper left quadrant. Fucking painful. Even popped a tranquilizer before I left – no bloody effect at all. Gonna neck half a dozen of the bastards next time. Got into work to be confronted with the galling aspect of Bett being … Continue reading So Bett Won a Betting Competition.
Friday, 13 December 1996 S, I spent this morning at the dentist. Geez, terror really takes it out of you, eh? I’m exhausted I really am, I could drop off to sleep right on my desk here. Well, I could have twenty minutes ago before my coffee. I shared a brew (lerrrve that coffee lingo) with Crystal. She does a Marketing Newsletter. I never even … Continue reading The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.
FAX FROM MUM TO S 2:20pm 31ST JULY 1995 Dear S, Thank you for the beautiful flowers – hot pink roses and irises. You really are a naughty girl to do that, but they are absolutely beautiful. I am sitting here looking at my beautiful granddaughter, I have put her photo in a frame below my computer screen. I guess she is still talking about … Continue reading When on earth did Mum start playing the pokies?