Thursday, 12 September 1996 5:03pm Hi S, It’s after five. I’m in a proofing coma. I’ve proof-read absolutely stacks today. And I’ve drunk far too much coffee. You know how you get that skittish sort of feeling in your legs, and you can feel all the muscles in your scalp. And now I’m just glum. Weary. Got your letter. You know you shouldn’t make offers … Continue reading Everyone does the same thing – Uni, job, travel. And they all think they’re free spirits, with a novel inside them.
Friday, 31 May 1996 8:30am Dear S, Went and saw a film last night. It was Kenneth Brannagh’s Midwinter’s Tale. It was OK. A bit predictable in places, a bit cliched, but at least Kenneth managed to keep his fat head off the screen for once. Decided while sipping a coffee in Cafe Ritz (an embarrassing sort of place, on the corner of Exhibition … Continue reading I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?
Monday, 27 May 1996 8:30am Howdy Sis, Busy, busy weekend. Friday night I got really sloshed (first time in ages) and went to a farewell thing for some guy I’ve never met (Charlie was his name, thin was his hair). As I left he looked blearily up at me from a bar stool and slurred ‘Ya know, yuur tha most fucked guy in the hed … Continue reading I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.
31 August 1995 To you my Dear Dear Brother, Well where to start, maybe with the standard apology for not writing sooner or more often but I am afraid that the re-telling of the drudgery of my married life in the suburbs may not prove entertaining to you and besides I would rather you had some image in your head of me living in the … Continue reading I guess you could call it a role playing, electronic, sexless, sci-fi, extra-marital affair.
Wednesday, 26 July 1995 9:11am Howdy S, Another day. Woke up late, no time to make my lunch. Crept into my clothes, sleep unfurling smokily from my back as the tram sped me down Flemington Road. And now here I am again, at this desk, blank as a soldier. What difference does any of it make anyhow? We’re all of us just big old sacks … Continue reading If everything is pointless, why not do anything, absolutely anything?
Tuesday, 25 July 1997 9:11am S, Well you know I’m in a better mood this morning missy. I’se be ridin’ that caffeine wave of goodness, surgin’ up and carryin’ me forth inta the day. Yessa. Sorry, can’t help writing in South Carolina-speak, I’m in a good mood, and I’ve been reading the second story in that Kerouac book I bought. It’s called “Pic” and it’s … Continue reading My backup plan: become a surfer-bum, cruising the coast with a car-full of defactoes and kids on welfare or perhaps start a pirate whaling operation off the coast of Indonesia.
Tuesday, 18 July 1995 9:11am Hi Sis, I spoke to Leah on the phone last night and conveyed my growing enthusiasm for this Chloe “thing”. She’s going to snoop for me later on in the week. Last night she was more concerned with locating the luggage that Australian Airlines kindly lost for her. They think it’s in Sydney. She also told me that she thinks … Continue reading In homage to the great Victor Frankenstein I’m going to make me a chocolate woman with Maltesers for eyes.