Monday, 5 February 1996 11:08 am So Friday I go over to “Klicks” for drinks. I’ve worked out my budget, and I know I really ought to go after two or three beers, because I’ve got this pub crawl thing with Quinn on Saturday night. Quinn used to work here, now he’s in advertising with a four day week and an enormous bloody salary. Anyway, … Continue reading These fellas were wading through the vomit-lake and heaving with jocularity like Vikings. I quickly fled the scene.
Wednesday, 10 January 1996 1:30pm Well Mum finally showed up yesterday and we had a nice lunch, in “The Great Space Cafe” (I paid). We’re both dieting so it was a measly round of sandwiches and a cappuccino each. The reading mood is upon me again. Finally finished off that Hardy novel “Far from the Madding Crowd”, flicked through this Dostoyevsky short story/novelette, ditto a … Continue reading I won’t lie to you, I am a book snob.
Sunday, 5 November 1995 12:58PM S, Yesterday was torture. Sooo hungover, I was ill all day. I didn’t get enough sleep, and my stomach just never recovered from all the poison it had to contain on Friday night. I’d had such a crap week, it was either go straight home or go on a bender. I went to “Klicks” with the pious intention of walking … Continue reading I’m like some over-cashed magpie looking to add another glossy treasure to my nest when I get in a shop.
The next letter I received from J was dated from 4/9/95 to 27/9/95 it was 23 pages long and just over 10,000 words, he named it “The Monster Letter”. I have broken it down into days for posting here. Monday, 4 September 1995 9:18 AM S, Oh God. God God God. How do I begin this one? Maybe with a swig from the neck … Continue reading I feel like floating up and never coming back, maybe I could take up a career as a cloud or something.
Monday, 3 July 1995 12:28pm S, Howdy. Another heater-hugging morning down in the Antipodes. I’ve got my big bulky coat on and The Stone Roses in my Walkman and I’m feeling nice and cosy. I actually went to that party I was telling you about in my last letter. It was in Richmond, between two factories. Simon came over about 8pm with half a slab … Continue reading I even had on a mohair jumper! But all to no avail.
Tuesday, 27 June 1995 8:04am Good morning, At least, it is here anyway. I’m in early, kudos to me, kudos to me. I woke up at 5am, listened to the radio for a while, and, seized with expiatory zeal, I thought I’d come in early to make recompense for my days of wayward bludging earlier this year. Truth is I couldn’t get back to sleep … Continue reading I’m writing to you from the belly of the beast.
J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 25 June 1995 It’s funny how little things can have such an effect on you. I woke up early this morning, feeling over-vodka’d, and staggered down to the kitchen to gulp down freezing water to replenish my brain. I went shopping at the Little Food Mart just down the road, and I have vowed to never shop there again for fresh … Continue reading I just want people to know I’m not what I look like.
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.
J’s Diary Entries for December 1994 Fri 9 Dec – Spoke to Noah, the boss about money today. He’s giving me another $1500 which will take me to $25,500 which is about $400 a week clear. He also said he likes his workers to express their individuality through clothing etc, which is handy to know. From now on I really must work harder. Had Chinese for … Continue reading I was so hungover this morning, it was a-four-potato-cake-day.