Friday, 10 May 1996 8:35am It’s a New Age for J, Sis. I had a bit of a revelation last night. I was shaving after a bath to soothe away the rigours of the day, and I noticed something in my face I’d never spied before. I’m getting jowls. I’ve put on weight, and I’m getting jowls. They’re embryonic jowls to be sure, but the … Continue reading Men with jowls don’t dance.
Thursday, 9 May 1996 8:30am Howdy S, Spoke to Mum on the phone yesterday. We chit-chatted. Aunty Marge is coming down for the weekend for some genealogy grave-robbing gig with Ma. So anyway, we’re chattin’ away, and Mum Says ‘Oh your sister called on Sunday by the way. ‘Really, how is she? What’s she doing? ‘Well, it was so early, I answered the phone all … Continue reading It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.
J Diary Entries Tue 20 Dec 1994 – Mum came into work to see me before she flies to Queensland. She’s full of guilt for leaving me alone, which is sweet. She bought me some great presents, one of those 30 Magic Eye poster books, where you have to send yourself cross-eyed before you can make it out. Spent the whole bloody day figuring out … Continue reading Clothes shopping with Mum urrggh!
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