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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Drunken shenanigans and shining, blinding, beautiful optimism.

Monday, 7 August 1995 10:32am Hey Sis, new week, riding it in a good mood, it’s lasted all day so far. It’s lasted the weekend as a matter of fact. Friday night was drinks at “Klicks”, the first under the new non-smoking rule.  The place was nearly deserted.  I didn’t mind, it’s not like I ever socialize with any of the tower-block automatons anyway, just … Continue reading Drunken shenanigans and shining, blinding, beautiful optimism.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

In homage to the great Victor Frankenstein I’m going to make me a chocolate woman with Maltesers for eyes.

Tuesday, 18 July 1995 9:11am Hi Sis, I spoke to Leah on the phone last night and conveyed my growing enthusiasm for this Chloe “thing”. She’s going to snoop for me later on in the week.  Last night she was more concerned with locating the luggage that Australian Airlines kindly lost for her.  They think it’s in Sydney.  She also told me that she thinks … Continue reading In homage to the great Victor Frankenstein I’m going to make me a chocolate woman with Maltesers for eyes.

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1995, J's Diary Entries

This is my brother, laying his shredded heart and soul bare. If you only read one of his posts please make it this one. S

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 4 July 1995 I’m walking down Collins Street, around 6:30pm, and I see this couple walking towards me, and I think, How do they do it? How do they make it seem so effortless?  This drifting apart and coming together again, like the sea and the shore. I don’t know how people can just meld so comfortably. I feel twisted and … Continue reading This is my brother, laying his shredded heart and soul bare. If you only read one of his posts please make it this one. S

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I even had on a mohair jumper! But all to no avail.

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.

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I want to extend my bravado beyond these pages.

J’s Diary Entry Wednesday, 10 May 1995 My cold weather zeal has taken hold of me again.  I’ve started exercising like I mean it.  I haven’t had a “b” for a week (not long, I know, but I feel a difference) and I’m working hard at the book.  I didn’t play Tetris once on the computer today, nor did I spend hours writing to my sister. … Continue reading I want to extend my bravado beyond these pages.

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The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.

J’s Diary Entry Monday, 8 May 1995 Hey, wanna hear my latest idea?  The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.  As an idea, it’s probably couched in too grandiose terms, but I’m known for my love of textual pomposity.  And poor grammar.  Hell, it’s probably an old idea, but it’s new to me in its conciseness.  Well I need to go from hope’s … Continue reading The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.

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I feel silly, but this is exciting to me – independence!

J’s Diary Entry Sunday 7 May, 1995 Spent the day washing clothes and reading.  Finished off that Chopper Read book.  Almost poignant at the end.  I told Leah she could stay another week – she was packing everything up after yesterday’s foul mood.  It’s good, I can use the money. I’ve decided to get my licence – for real this time.  I have goals in … Continue reading I feel silly, but this is exciting to me – independence!

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

People with names like “Coral” and “Amber” are the sort of people who swallow their own toothpaste.

31 Oct 1994 Dear S, Well, here is the first post-pregnancy announcement letter. So how are you? Pregnant? I’m trying to imaging you in 7 month’s time when you’ll be in full bloom.  You’ll be as wide as you are high, and looking non-the-worse for it I’ll bet. What sort of state is the maternity wear industry in over there in the UK? Personally, I … Continue reading People with names like “Coral” and “Amber” are the sort of people who swallow their own toothpaste.

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