From: J Sent: 18 October 2002 5:57AM To: S Subject: I am the Devil Ah S, I am the DEVIL! I am Satan HIMSELF! Alright, you know how I went to that Pooftas Anonymous thing, right? Well, you know how I had a few admirers from that: Lance – creepy older guy, Bruno – another creepy guy and Jean-Jacques, the rather sweet Mauritian guy. Remember … Continue reading What sort of a person goes on other people’s dates? I’ll tell you, THE DEVIL, that’s who.
From: J Date: 14 June 2002 06:26AM To: S Subject: Big Week. Hey Sis, I tried to call last night but it went to voice-mail. I dunno if Mum’s been in touch with you but I told her I was a pansy yesterday morning. Told her in the car as she was dropping me off at the station the morning after Nana’s funeral. I … Continue reading We buried Nana and then I came out.
From: ‘S’ Date: Monday, April 15, 2002 11:13PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Florist Importance: High Hey did you get the pressie and have you got a florists number? Sorry just stressed. S From: ‘J’ Date: 16 April 2002 7:37AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Florist Sis, here’s a link to the Australian White Pages http://www.whitepages.com.au That will give you a selection – I did it but I didn’t really recognise any of … Continue reading An absolute new low for our Father.
From: ‘S’ Date: Thursday, April 04, 2002 12:37AM To: ‘J’ Subject: Did you get my pictures of jewellery for Nana? S From: ‘J’ Date: 04 April 2002 12:10AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Yep – when you gonna send me the money? And stop calling mum Nana, it’s weird, like when husbands and wives call each other Mummy and Daddy cos they’ve got a kid … Continue reading All dreams are weird, that’s why they’re dreams.
Barry and I decided to get married (there was no proposal as such, just a sort of mutual discussion/decision.) We decided on a small Australian backyard family wedding in December 2000 as we would be in Australia for Ola’s first Christmas. The following is the disaster that ensued. ———————–FACSIMILE TRANSMITTANCE SHEET———————– TO: ‘Anastasia’ COMPANY: Elegant Weddings FROM: ‘S’ DATE: 18/10/00 RE: Wedding 5th Jan … Continue reading The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.
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.
Tuesday, 14 May 1996 8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton. I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one). There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping. I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.
Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today. I earned $27,500 last financial year. That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage. It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout. All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer. It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.
Wednesday, 12 April, 1995, 11:07AM S, Well excuse me, I’ve just been dusting myself off after falling off my perch. Thanks for the letter, Sis. I feel much better now, knowing that it’s my genes that are to blame for my shocking Magnum ice cream dependency, not my jelly-like will that folds at the merest sniff of that white, Belgian chocolate modestly screening it’s heart … Continue reading I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.
J kept a diary for most of 1995. Having read all our correspondence and his diaries in chronological order, 1995 seems like a pivotal year for his thinking and the many changes and choices he makes. Sun 1 Jan 1995 – Well, well, how exciting! A new diary. I’ve been dying to use it for the last few weeks, last year’s was simply too small … Continue reading 1 Jan 1995 – Happy New Year, now where is the vodka.