Friday, 23 August 1996 4:21pm Hey Sis, I know I’ve only got half an hour to go, but I’ve ground to this terrible halt. I can barely hold my head up, you know? You’re not really tired, you’re just tired of what you’re doing. I don’t feel bad anyway, I did stay back until 6:30 last night. I’m going to skip Friday drinks again tonight. … Continue reading I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.
Jack, Brady and I spent 10 days in Feurteventura trying to resuscitate our marriage after Jack’s “indiscretion” with Brady’s child minder and my friend. I found this card amongst my Mother’s belongings. Continue reading I’ve learnt to pick my nose down the the second knuckle Nana.
20 Aug 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well I do hope you are all well, and hope where you live S didn’t cop the terrible floods that were shown on TV a couple of weeks ago. We are having a cold snap at present and yesterday only 11°, today a bit warmer at 14°. Pop been having a hard time with his foot. Doctor seems … Continue reading Spider Bites and Dead Orchids.
Monday, 19 August 1996 9:10am Hey Sis, Ok, here it is, a solemn vow, and I want you to witness it: I, J , do solemnly swear that I shall never again travel past the tram tracks in search of entertainment or any social interaction. So there it is. Never, never and again, never. I am not going … Continue reading Drug dealers, Show Girls and a Home invasion, all in one night.
This letter was typed by J on his beat up old typewriter that he loved dearly. Wednesday, 17 July 1996 1:49pm Hey Sis, I’m at home. Faking a sickie. Well, only half-faking, really. I did feel pretty bad this morning. I’ve been “coming down with something” for about four days: sore throat, dry cough, runny nose. enough symptoms to lay the groundwork for a … Continue reading I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.
Wednesday, 3 July 1996 12:20pm Started proofing my book today, but the power went off and there was nothing else we could do without a terminal, so Simon spread the proof around. I was listening to my CD player (some circuits were still running) and I had on that compilation CD you gave me for Christmas. I was listening to Common People by Pulp and … Continue reading Common People, Sateen Sheets and Tattoos.
Friday 28 June 1996 8:40am We’re having a food-scare here at the moment Sis. It’s not quite up to your UK Mad Cow fiasco. There’s this massive crop of peanuts that had Salmonella in it. Now almost every single jar of peanut butter in Australia has been recalled. There’s been over fifty cases of food poisoning. Slater & Gordon (this really opportunistic law firm) has been advertising … Continue reading This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.
Wednesday, 26 June 1996 8:15am Ah Sis, I bring to you another interesting story from the barrel of monkeys that is my work place. Henry the Brit is starring in some sort of pseudo-snuff film. I asked him what he did with his weekend, and he said ‘Ohh, I kidnapped a nun who had no undies on and raped her at knife-point.’ I smiled indulgently … Continue reading In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.
Thursday, 20 June 1996 Hey Sis, Have to start this one in a temporary file. My computer’s being all jazzed up and had Windows 95 installed, but it doesn’t have Word on it yet. So, what have I done? Lemme see… Friday night was the obligatory drinks (which I’m skipping this week by the way for a bit of variety) which stretched into the wee … Continue reading Pulled my donut scam today.
Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’ Friday 7 June 1996 17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.
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