March 1999 Brady and I flew to Australia for a holiday and to celebrate my Aunty Tia’s (my mothers only sister) 50th birthday. We stayed in Melbourne with my Mum and Winky, and we all flew to Queensland for the big birthday party, it was a lovely time. It was warm, there was swimming, family, memories shared and made, lots of laughter – my Aunty … Continue reading Gratitude for something I wrote down 17 years ago.
December 1998 Living with Barry was working out great. Brady spent every second weekend with her Father, Jack. I continued working a demanding schedule, working all hours and flying all over the world, until a turning point in a cold transit lounge somewhere in tired Europe, enough was enough. I resigned, finishing up in December 1998. So the call went out – ‘Christmas at the Pink … Continue reading Golden, golden days. Gone.
“Deep Impact” “Godzilla” with Leah and Goth Hog. “Welcome to Sarajevo” with Louise in Carlton. Continue reading The Movies in June.
Movie tickets glued into J’s diary for April 1998. Movie: Lost in Space Movie: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil Movie: The Big Lebowski Continue reading The Movies in April
Tuesday, 3 Mar 1998 Stayed at Mum’s in “Poo Town” last night – trip to the dentist this morning. Root canal on a pre-molar, upper left quadrant. Fucking painful. Even popped a tranquilizer before I left – no bloody effect at all. Gonna neck half a dozen of the bastards next time. Got into work to be confronted with the galling aspect of Bett being … Continue reading So Bett Won a Betting Competition.
Thursday, 29 Jan 1998 Arrived home from UK. Got to Melbourne at 9pm. Glad to be home. Just a little anxious about things though, not sure why, just a general fear of “being caught out”. Caught out at what, I’m not sure. Dick* picked me up from the airport (J refers to our father by his first name). Saturday, 31 Jan 1998 Louise came … Continue reading In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.
J and I went to the movies and saw Starship Troopers , we spent ages discussing it, J loving the tongue in cheek style and Nazi overtones – me, well I’m just happy if there’s an alien or zombie on screen. Continue reading S & J go to the movies.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 26 September 1995 Simon leaves in 5 days. God I’ll miss him. I wish I could go too. I tell him how ace it’s going to be and how much sex he’s going to have. He gets all excited just like a kid. I hope he has a great time in Europe. Watched a documentary on Bongs tonight – quite frightening. … Continue reading I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.
J’s Diary Entry Friday, 15 September 1995 I was walking down Puckle Street, looking at couples strolling as I strode (only single people stride) and thought “How come they can manage it and I can’t? and then I got depressed, then realised that getting depressed so quickly is the reason I can’t manage what they can, which was depressing in itself. It’s weird, Dad said … Continue reading I wish I could be happy with less.
What’s this all about? Continue reading Movies and Books make my brother happy.
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