There aren’t many pictures of J and I as small children. Many house moves, vindictive destruction of photo albums by divorcing parents have meant many are lost forever but I’ve found a few amongst my brothers belongings, they’re grainy and they’re old and they mean the world to me. They cared about us once, enough to take a photo. S Continue reading S & J 1973 – They cared about us once, enough to take a photo.
J’s Diary Entry Sun 12 Mar 1995 I’ve spent far too much time watching television today, channel surfing in the hope that five channels of mediocrity will be less stultifying if viewed in seven second slices. I cooked a meal, read a bit more Voltaire, did some washing and ignored the phone’s muted, mulish ring. I wouldn’t mind talking to Josh, but don’t want to … Continue reading It’s a fucking strange habit, but it passes the time.
J’s Diary Entry Thursday 9 Mar 1995 I got my annual slap on the wrist from Caitlin today. She said I’d been “drifting” since November. I agreed, of course. I found it a bit depressing really. I knew it was coming from a few offhand remarks Caitlin made in the last week or so. I told her that I have changed my direction in the … Continue reading The Dewey Decimal System & Suicide
Thursday, 2 March 1995, 9:50AM S, Hi. It’s late in the week to be starting a new letter, but it’s been an uneventful week. Not much to speak of really. I’ve been trapped into going to one of Brett’s gigs tomorrow night, which is not something I look forward to, being surrounded by headbangers, trying not to get too pissed, ‘cos if you get too … Continue reading I’m an adult, and adults get their own way, that was one of the first lessons of our childhood.
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