J’s Diary Entry Friday 3 January 2003 Another early escape from Ian. I rode my bike to Leah’s around 11:00am and ran into Monica while I was on Johnston St or was it Nicholson St? while she was driving her work van with Birkenstock all over it. We made vague plans to meet up while we waited for the lights to change. Got to Leah’s … Continue reading I ordered a steak sandwich that turned out to be as big as my head!
From: J Sent: 13 November 2002 11:05PM To: S Subject: Relativism and the oeuvre of Michael Jackson Is that REALLY your dentist photo? Sweet Jesus! Ma told me you’d had a whizzy tooth out but by the balls of Beelzebub what have they DONE to you? Mind you, it’s a nice theme we’ve got going here – Brady with the two front teeth, you with the … Continue reading A scuttlebutt in hotpants.
—–Original Message—– From: J Sent: 08 November 2002 6:04 AM To: S Subject: Oooh! You know what I REALLY do want? This thing called a “Spy Ear”. It’s this tiny little thing that looks like a radio but it’s an amplifier and you can listen in on people 30 feet away. They’re cheap, and they’re all over the web but I can’t find anyone to … Continue reading A turkey wears ear plugs?
September 1998 Barry’s house under construction (below) – it was to become a much loved home and provided the walls for years of wonderful memories, love and laughs. It was affectionately known as the Pink House (yes the front was rendered in parts and painted a light shade of pink – much to Brady’s gleeful delight). Barry asked Brady and I to move in with him, which … Continue reading Thirty & Oh So Happy
Friday, 6 Feb 1998 Sludged through the day ’til 5pm. Went to a decimated work drinks. So many people have been pushed out of work or left of their own accord that there was barely 10 people there. Louise and I left about 6pm and drifted down to David Jones where I bought some kitchenware. We had a drink at Le Monde and then walked … Continue reading My God she’s gorgeous! She’s so lovely I can’t believe it. I really am dippy about her.
Written by Barry who was spending Christmas ’97 in Australia with his father who immigrated to Melbourne with his second wife. Barry’s Mother who also remarried remained in the UK. 27 December, 1997 S, I have been trying to analyse why I am so attracted you; I know what my feelings are towards you and I think I know why, but I don’t yet … Continue reading Courting by correspondence.
Monday, 23 December 1996 2:58pm S, Just had lunch with Dick. We went to the Kay Craddock Antiquarian Bookseller’s first though. We were looking for a book for Dad. He collects (gulp) Australiana. We were browsing through the hushed shop, next to the Scots Church on Collins Street when Dad thunders “JESUS, MATE. SOME OF THESE BOOKS ARE OVER $500!” Christ! will I spend my … Continue reading Will I spend my whole life cringing on account of my father?
Friday, 20 December 1996 Howdy S, You, know, I just realized that I’ve not relayed to you the sad news of the demise of one of the most dynamic partnerships since Hitler and Goebbels – Bev and I are splitsville. Bev’s working on DAA now. And I’ve finally got Neda into my clutches, she will assist me with “Who the Fuck Cares”, oh and Jeremy has … Continue reading I went downstairs and vomited petite as a cat in the bathroom. I’m getting too old for this.
Wednesday, 18 December 1996 Hey Sis, Dad asked me the other day if I had any plans for Christmas. I blinked quickly (like stuttering with your eyes) and said No. He nodded slowly and kept eating his sandwich, He didn’t invite me to Nana’s thankfully. I guess he can’t because it’s now established that the Slag goes with him, and he doesn’t want to hear me … Continue reading And for your social discomfort – a typical lunch date with our Father.
Sunday, 8 September 1996 12:02pm Hey Sis, I’m in on the weekend, I feel so righteous. I was in yesterday too. Perhaps that’s why I slept so well last night – sleep of the righteous and all that. Tram Anecdote No. 643. Came in on the 11:26 tram. Sat next to – well, adjacent to if you want to be precise – some guy with … Continue reading If I’d taken the time to get to know her before going out with her, I never would have gone out with her.
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