Thursday, 4 May, 1995 S, We just had to key in Nancy Wake’s entry for “Who the Fuck Cares”. Wow, bit of an awesome resume. I saw a TV program on her once, she was pretty wild in the French Resistance. You know she executed a female Nazi prisoner. I wonder if she got the taste for blood, she seemed pretty enthusiastic about the execution … Continue reading If I feel the need to flee, I’ll start acting appallingly. Maybe I should make myself a menu of atrocities to commit, in case I go blank at a critical moment.
THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE. I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I don’t want to be a nut case.
Friday, 11 March 1994 Dear S, Well, your little brother has taken another baby step towards the mantle of adulthood. This very morn I got my Learners Permit to drive. It was bloody easy. Leah timed me, a total of eight minutes. I think it was because there’s so much information in the booklet, that I thought the test would have to be at least … Continue reading Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!