Wednesday 22 November 1995 Dear J, All the best for a beaut birthday on the 26th. We are well and hope you are too. Well won’t be long till S, Jack and Baby Brady get here, it will be lovely to see them. My word your Father has been having a hard time of it with his bad back but seems to be well on … Continue reading Cows, Slugs and Fake Cats.
Thursday, 17 August 1995 9:07am S Geez, it’s been busy here, we’ve only got ’til Monday until the final “Who The Fuck Cares” proof comes out. And I’ve been stressed to death trying to work up the gumption to ask for a raise. It’s so difficult, how do you do it? Do you have a particular mantra that you intone in an undertone as you … Continue reading I’m a prisoner of urban sterility. I feel like doing something ridiculous – yep I’m gonna sit on the grass!
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 29 April, 1995 Fended off Leah’s entreaties to help her shift this morning. Felt glad I didn’t cave in. Walked down to video shop with Aidan and stopped in a sad, neglected little comic shop on the way. Rented a crap movie at my insistence and had a “b” to help me sit through it. God awful film, “Deep Red”. Ate too … Continue reading My young life is so dull that I find two random daffodils exciting.
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