Tuesday, 3 September 1996 Helloooooooooooooooooooo J apoos How are you my darling? I am so lazy I never write to you and now that I am I have nothing to say, I tell you everything when I ring. Heard you had dinner with Dad on Sunday for Father’s Day. Mum told me all about his embarrassing shenanigans at the restaurant, what a hoot. … Continue reading Oh God the depths I’ve sunk to in my mortgaged up mediocre life.
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, 26 April 1996 Howdy Sis o’ Mine, Still sittin’ here in Melbourne, Autumn chill closin’ in around me. Trying hard to ignore the blustery football analysis that trumpets around, usually on Monday, but today on a Friday. It was ANZAC day yesterday, and there were a few games played. I actually walked through the park near the MCG yesterday as the people swarmed … Continue reading Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.
Thursday, 11 April 1996 8:30pm Hey Sis, Sitting here, on a rainless night, thinking about nothing, as in not thinking nothing but thinking about nothing. I do this sometimes at work, or when I’m bored. Think of it. Nothing. No matter, so no space. No time. Hmmm. There’s no time. I guess time doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Time is only measurable in its effect … Continue reading Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.
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.
Don’t know where or when it was taken, just happy I found it. S What’s this all about? I hope. Save Continue reading Look what I found!
Brady and I arrived in Australia on 6 Dec 1995, we stayed with Mum and then at J’s for a few nights. J was so proud of his little house and I was so proud of him. He dragged me around the City showing me where he worked and his daily haunts. We did a lot of shopping. We spent hours talking about the … Continue reading ‘Til next time little brother.
Found amongst my brother’s paperwork – he kept his first Christmas card from his niece. Brady and her Uncle J (in his favourite Black Hawaiian Shirt) – Brady’s first Christmas, Australia 1995 I chuckle when I look at this picture imaging Brady saying ‘So it’s a deal Uncle J, you being a vegetarian and all that, I can have your share of the turkey … Continue reading Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995
Tuesday, 14 November 1995 1:07 PM Hey Sis, Been a few days since I’ve had time to write. Let’s see… Friday night I ended up going to the Esplanade Hotel in St Kilda with Nadia and her boyfriend Aaron to see a what can only be describe as a Psycho-billy three-piece band they’re called the “Fireballs”. They all had mohawks and no shirts on. Simplistic but … Continue reading What’s my scene?
Author: Mum Date: 09/10/95 2:44PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: Dear S, Jack and Brady, Before I forget, will you please change the address on my bank accounts at Barclays, because the statements will go to your old house. I went to choose the paint for the back bedroom yesterday, so my beautiful granddaughter will have a lovely fresh room to sleep in when … Continue reading You do know what a petit four is, don’t you?
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