It’s a fucking strange habit, but it passes the time.

J’s Diary Entry Sun 12 Mar 1995 I’ve spent far too much time watching television today, channel surfing in the hope that five channels of mediocrity will be less stultifying if viewed in seven second slices. I cooked a meal, read a bit more Voltaire, did some washing and ignored the phone’s muted, mulish ring. I wouldn’t mind talking to Josh, but don’t want to … Continue reading It’s a fucking strange habit, but it passes the time.

She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.

J’s Diary Entries Wed 9 Nov ’94 – Tonight I met Cav’s Dad, he writes proudly for a weekly paper at the age of 69. ¬†What an amazing man. Truly larger than life. Really funny, full of hidden talents – plays Chopin on the piano and drinks like a fish. Blue eyes, baldish, tall, large-framed. Proud of his German history. Cav’s Mum, also a well … Continue reading She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.