An Aside from S In this letter J says that he is typing his 1996 diary and that it is filed in a folder – I have never seen/found this folder which is why there are no diary excerts for 1996. He also writes about protecting and destroying his diary… Sunday, 17 March 1996 Hey Sis, here’s an overdue letter, eh? Sorry to … Continue reading How long is 90 seconds? I’ll tell you.
Monday, 29 February 1996 Sis, It’s leap year day, last one for eight years apparently. Some glitch in the cosmos, I don’t pretend to understand. Spent the day blanched by the suffocating heat, indulging in office gossip shenanigans. I love the word shenanigans. There it is again, shenanigans, shenanigans. Made castles in Spain with Scottish Lisa in the tea room. I was going to write a … Continue reading And so my great journey across the desert of Coitus Non-Existus continues…
Author: ‘Mum’ Date: 08/02/96 3:17PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: Dear All, It’s raining like you wouldn’t believe today. Tuesday was 15°, Wednesday was 36° and today is 12° and wet, wet, wet. No wonder everyone is coming down ill. Today wasn’t much better at work. The only problem is if I leave, I won’t be able to communicate via email and that will … Continue reading He’s got alcohol in his genes.
Monday, 5 February 1996 11:08 am So Friday I go over to “Klicks” for drinks. I’ve worked out my budget, and I know I really ought to go after two or three beers, because I’ve got this pub crawl thing with Quinn on Saturday night. Quinn used to work here, now he’s in advertising with a four day week and an enormous bloody salary. Anyway, … Continue reading These fellas were wading through the vomit-lake and heaving with jocularity like Vikings. I quickly fled the scene.
Tuesday, 31 January 1996 10:38am Hey S, just heard some news that falls somewhat short of what might be described as serendipitous. Do you remember that fuss I worked myself up into over that girl from the Croissant Connection Cafe girl? The name they gave her here at work (everyone here gets a nickname – except me – call me Mr Teflon, nothing sticks) was … Continue reading They call her “Cats Bum”.
Thursday, 25 January 1996 12:30PM S, Another day at the mill. Grinding, grinding… Might go straight home from work tonight, I’m short on cash and just not in the party spirit. Leah picked me up from work last night. Went back to her place for an hour or so until traffic died down (Leah hates Flemington Road at rush hour) and then she drove me … Continue reading Everyone was thrilled to see me in a suit, I told them I’d found a corpse.
Friday, 12 January 1996 1:00PM Damn it S, Just found out I’ve missed out on my Christmas bonus. It’s because I wasn’t here to collect it, and to ask for it now on top of the overtime and long holiday I got, it seems grasping, especially since it’s only $150. Would’ve been handy though. Friday drinks tonight, my first with all the new arrivals. See … Continue reading Introducing Buck Butcher, he’s Bonkers for Big-Breasted Broads.
Monday, 8 January 1996 3:00PM Hey Sis, How ya doin’? Can’t believe you’ve been gone almost a week. Guess where I am. Yep I’m back at work, but I’ve been relocated. Simon and I have been prised from under our rock and shunted out into the general office space. I’ve lost my little cubby hole Sis. I’m now back to back with Bett. This is … Continue reading There’s a pair of Elvis sunglasses I have a real hankering for. What to do, what to do.
Tuesday 21 November 1995 9:16AM Hey S, Tuesday mornin’, strollin’ up Collins Street, wading through a block and a half of baby-puke stink-smell that’s swirling invisibly around me from Elizabeth to Russell Street. I’m wearing a new shirt. It’s an ugly blue, gonna buy another two today, maybe. Just missed Princess Di’s diatribe on morning TV. Not sorry really, I think she’s ghastly. Goddamned show-pony, … Continue reading Columbo investigates the Swedish Postal System.
Tuesday, 14 November 1995 1:07 PM Hey Sis, Been a few days since I’ve had time to write. Let’s see… Friday night I ended up going to the Esplanade Hotel in St Kilda with Nadia and her boyfriend Aaron to see a what can only be describe as a Psycho-billy three-piece band they’re called the “Fireballs”. They all had mohawks and no shirts on. Simplistic but … Continue reading What’s my scene?
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