Thursday, 16 May 1996 8:30am I switched camps this morning Sis. I overcame my great fear, and went over to the other side. You know what I’m talking about. I bought my cappuccino at Le Croissant Connection, instead of Pomegranites (sic). I thought to myself ‘Dammit J, yesterday’s excuse for a cappuccino had no fluff on it at all’. No fluff, nix fluffae, as the … Continue reading It’s a coffee coup.
6 May, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well it’s ages since I wrote, many thanks for the lovely cards at Easter and our Wedding Anniversary, and for the lovely snaps of Brady. Your little girl is growing and those two teeth are great, gee she’ll soon have her 1st birthday, just where has that year gone? Your Dad showed me his key ring with a … Continue reading It’s a “two pullover” day.
Tuesday, 14 May 1996 8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton. I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one). There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping. I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.
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.
Tuesday, 7 May 1996 8:40am My first full-on TV-less night. And what a blessing. I don’t think I’ll get the thing fixed, Sis. I didn’t miss it at all. And I actually cooked a meal. A pastry dish. It was my first filo recipe ever. I know this is probably inane, but I get a kick out of cooking new dishes, makes me feel a … Continue reading TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.
Saturday, 4 May 1996 12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday. I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally. I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back. It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different. You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.
Friday, 26 April 1996 Howdy Sis o’ Mine, Still sittin’ here in Melbourne, Autumn chill closin’ in around me. Trying hard to ignore the blustery football analysis that trumpets around, usually on Monday, but today on a Friday. It was ANZAC day yesterday, and there were a few games played. I actually walked through the park near the MCG yesterday as the people swarmed … Continue reading Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.
Thursday, 11 April 1996 8:30pm Hey Sis, Sitting here, on a rainless night, thinking about nothing, as in not thinking nothing but thinking about nothing. I do this sometimes at work, or when I’m bored. Think of it. Nothing. No matter, so no space. No time. Hmmm. There’s no time. I guess time doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Time is only measurable in its effect … Continue reading Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.
Tuesday, 9 April 1996 9:48pm Hey Sis, How you doing? Another typed letter from your bro. Poorly typed an’ all. It’s raining here, on Easter Tuesday. Jana Wendt is on Channel 7, hosting her new (and deskless, might I add) show, “Witness”. It’s quite highbrow, long pieces on “real” issues. I do suspect, however, that she is sans desk simply to show off her legs. … Continue reading I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.
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