Friday, 13 December 1996 S, I spent this morning at the dentist. Geez, terror really takes it out of you, eh? I’m exhausted I really am, I could drop off to sleep right on my desk here. Well, I could have twenty minutes ago before my coffee. I shared a brew (lerrrve that coffee lingo) with Crystal. She does a Marketing Newsletter. I never even … Continue reading The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.
Monday, 6 Feb, 1995 2:07pm S, Hi, it’s a new week, it’s a new letter. I’ve just finished my bowl of rice for the day, and I have a little bit of lunch time left to fill in. I’m eating rice to atone for a weekend of orgiastic spending and stupidity. On Friday after work I was enticed over the road for drinks at the … Continue reading I’m never drinking beer again, not while I have the financial means at my disposal allowing me to indulge in less deleterious drinks.
10 January 1995 Dear Sis, Hi, it’s me. It’s Tuesday. It’s dull. It stinks in here. It really does stink in here you know. Remember in my last letter how I told you about the roof leaking? Well, the carpet is still wet, and it’s 33˚, it’s beginning to smell like Jeffrey Dahmer’s flat in here. Donovan called me Friday afternoon and invited himself around. Don’t … Continue reading Most Journalists end up being alcoholics, it’s all part of the machismo culture of cynicism and superiority.