From: ‘S’ Date: Friday, May 10, 2002 10:50PM To: ‘J’ Subject: Hey? You must of heard of these, everyone thinks I am a freak knowing shit like this. http://www.theatlantic.com/issues/2000/12/elliott.htm http://www.rense.com/politics6/hand.htm From: ‘J’ Date: 13 May 2002 02:26AM To: ‘J’ Subject: Re: Hey? Nah, don’t feel bad, I’ve known about devotees for years. I even met someone once who cut off their pinky. She said … Continue reading I’m a gracious vanguard of sensitivity. Not.
From: ‘J’ Date: 30 April 2002 02:14AM To: ‘S’ Subject: sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons… So I went and saw Nana on the weekend with Dick. Spent Sunday in car with Dick driving up to Lakes Entrance. I caught a train to Traralgon (I like catching trains) where Dick picked me up. Then read my book (“History of the Middle East“, thought it might annoy Dick) … Continue reading Sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons.
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.
Monday, 16 May 1994 Dear S, Mum and Jack, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, its mail-out time at work and I’ve been incredibly busy. I’ve been working in despatch on the weekend too, just for extra cash (I don’t get paid for over-time spent on the book). I just got your post card, it sounds like you’re having a … Continue reading Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.