It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.

Thursday, 5 September, 1996 Hey Sis, Another day dribbles by.  Actually, it hasn’t dribbled, it’s been a crawl over broken glass and razor blades.  I’ve had a shocking day.  So irritable.  Dunno what’s wrong with me.  I think I need a holiday to tell the truth.  I haven’t had once since you were here in December. So what have I been doing?  Umm… I bleached … Continue reading It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.

They call her “Cats Bum”.

Tuesday, 31 January 1996  10:38am Hey S, just heard some news that falls somewhat short of what might be described as serendipitous.  Do you remember that fuss I worked myself up into over that girl from the Croissant Connection Cafe girl? The name they gave her here at work (everyone here gets a nickname – except me – call me Mr Teflon, nothing sticks) was … Continue reading They call her “Cats Bum”.

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.

It’s all a part of my mania for recording. I take photos of my house, places I go to regularly, friend’s houses, their tattoos, random visions that litter my day.

 Tuesday, 19 September 1995  8:11AM Hey Sis. I made it in. Just after finishing yesterday’s entry I packed my bags and went home.  Just felt way too crappy, went home and rang Mum for some hay fever advice and followed it to the letter. Made me feel a hell of a lot better actually.  So I sat on my couch, read my Sartre and listened … Continue reading It’s all a part of my mania for recording. I take photos of my house, places I go to regularly, friend’s houses, their tattoos, random visions that litter my day.