Wednesday, 30 March 1994 Dear S, I just got back from buying a new mattress. Leah’s paying me for my half of the old one and I’m moving into the Flemington house on either Thursday night (if I’m feeling as eager as I do now) or on Good Friday, so I’ll need a new one pronto. I got “our Dad” to come in and drive … Continue reading The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.
Wednesday, 29 September 1993 Dear S, How was your birthday mate? How’s it feel to be TWENTY-FIVE (as opposed to twenty)? I hope it was a good one. How’s everything going? Mum told me you got another job and with a good long Corporate Ladder to climb and plenty of backs to sink knives into, the way it should be. Personally, I’m still plodding away … Continue reading I’m leaving, no I’m not, yes I am. No I’m not.