And so my great journey across the desert of Coitus Non-Existus continues…

Monday, 29 February 1996  Sis, It’s leap year day, last one for eight years apparently.  Some glitch in the cosmos, I don’t pretend to understand.  Spent the day blanched by the suffocating heat, indulging in office gossip shenanigans.  I love the word shenanigans.  There it is again, shenanigans, shenanigans. Made castles in Spain with Scottish Lisa in the tea room.  I was going to write a … Continue reading And so my great journey across the desert of Coitus Non-Existus continues…

It’s sad and it’s childish but all I wanted was to be loved tonight. I wanted someone to kiss my neck, put their arms around my waist.

J’s Diary Entry Friday, 28 April 1995 Oh God what a dreadful evening this has turned out to be.  I went drinking with work folk minus Cav (who has flown to Sydney for the weekend). Simon came and I was pleased he did, he was in good, bitchy form – slagging off everyone.  Nadia and her boyfriend came.  I was flirting a little with Nadia, … Continue reading It’s sad and it’s childish but all I wanted was to be loved tonight. I wanted someone to kiss my neck, put their arms around my waist.

There’s such an art to letting friendships fizzle out.

J’s Diary Entries Wednesday, 26 April, 1995 Spoke to Mum on the phone today, she had some very interesting news.  Apparently S is not going to Nan and Pop’s for Christmas.  Mum said in definite, emphatic tones, “S and the baby are spending Christmas with you and me, up here at my house.” (as opposed to “down there” at Nana and Pop’s) I think Mum … Continue reading There’s such an art to letting friendships fizzle out.