An Aside from S In this letter J says that he is typing his 1996 diary and that it is filed in a folder – I have never seen/found this folder which is why there are no diary excerts for 1996. He also writes about protecting and destroying his diary… Sunday, 17 March 1996 Hey Sis, here’s an overdue letter, eh? Sorry to … Continue reading How long is 90 seconds? I’ll tell you.
13 March 1996 To S, It’s hard to believe that it’s been 3 years already. This last year has been the busiest and seen us make lots of changes including the arrival of our Brady. I hope that we can keep moving on throughout this next year too, together we can do anything. I love you very much and look forward to each anniversary … Continue reading Three years. Tick, tick, tick.
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…
Author: ‘Mum’ Date: 08/02/96 3:17PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: Dear All, It’s raining like you wouldn’t believe today. Tuesday was 15°, Wednesday was 36° and today is 12° and wet, wet, wet. No wonder everyone is coming down ill. Today wasn’t much better at work. The only problem is if I leave, I won’t be able to communicate via email and that will … Continue reading He’s got alcohol in his genes.
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.
Tuesday, 31 January 1996 10:38am Hey S, just heard some news that falls somewhat short of what might be described as serendipitous. Do you remember that fuss I worked myself up into over that girl from the Croissant Connection Cafe girl? The name they gave her here at work (everyone here gets a nickname – except me – call me Mr Teflon, nothing sticks) was … Continue reading They call her “Cats Bum”.
Monday, 22 January 1996 12:22PM S, Gotta meet Kate (Brett’s old girlfriend) today for lunch. A bit nervous about it really, I always struggle for something to talk about with her. She’s going overseas in about five weeks with her post-Brett bloke, Hussein, supposedly for good. (I must remember to give them your number Sis, I know how you love taking in free-loading Aussie backpackers, don’t let … Continue reading I can’t call Crazy Tim, “crazy” anymore – turns out he actually is.
Wednesday, 17 January 1996 12:30pm S, Hi. More Fun with J on the Trams. Sat across from some bloke with a scar on his neck this morning that nearly went from one ear to the other, it was huge. I wonder how he got it. I couldn’t help sneaking looks over my book, I kept thinking what it would be like to have your neck-bits … Continue reading Imagine having your neck sliced open like that.
Monday, 8 January 1996 3:00PM Hey Sis, How ya doin’? Can’t believe you’ve been gone almost a week. Guess where I am. Yep I’m back at work, but I’ve been relocated. Simon and I have been prised from under our rock and shunted out into the general office space. I’ve lost my little cubby hole Sis. I’m now back to back with Bett. This is … Continue reading There’s a pair of Elvis sunglasses I have a real hankering for. What to do, what to do.
Wednesday 22 November 1995 Dear J, All the best for a beaut birthday on the 26th. We are well and hope you are too. Well won’t be long till S, Jack and Baby Brady get here, it will be lovely to see them. My word your Father has been having a hard time of it with his bad back but seems to be well on … Continue reading Cows, Slugs and Fake Cats.
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