Sunday, 5 November 1995 12:58PM S, Yesterday was torture. Sooo hungover, I was ill all day. I didn’t get enough sleep, and my stomach just never recovered from all the poison it had to contain on Friday night. I’d had such a crap week, it was either go straight home or go on a bender. I went to “Klicks” with the pious intention of walking … Continue reading I’m like some over-cashed magpie looking to add another glossy treasure to my nest when I get in a shop.
Thursday, 2 November 1995 4:28pm Howdy Sis, Dad just came in and met me for lunch. We had bagels in Collins Place. He asked me what “baggles” were. I talked him into trying one. He went for the Hawaiian. I think he wants to make this lunching a regular thing, which worries me a bit. I don’t know if I can come up with half … Continue reading It’s the type of voice that sours milk, makes fruit fall from the trees, send a babe-in-arms cross-eyed.
J’s Diary Entries Wed 9 Nov ’94 – Tonight I met Cav’s Dad, he writes proudly for a weekly paper at the age of 69. What an amazing man. Truly larger than life. Really funny, full of hidden talents – plays Chopin on the piano and drinks like a fish. Blue eyes, baldish, tall, large-framed. Proud of his German history. Cav’s Mum, also a well … Continue reading She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.
Friday, 26 August 1994 Dear S, Hi, just a quick note to send with these Cleo magazines. Sorry I haven’t written for a while, it’s been brown trousers time at work and I’ve been putting in unpaid overtime again. Also there’s a new guy in despatch called Mick, and he’s a bit of a puppet of one of the directors, and I’m not too sure … Continue reading You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are.