3 June 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thanks ever so much for the 3 lovely photos of Brady, they are so beautiful I especially like the one of her pushing her toy cart, she really means business what a determined look she has on her face. Did your new niece or nephew arrive? Have been thinking about them and hope that all went well this … Continue reading Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.
Monday, 27 May 1996 8:30am Howdy Sis, Busy, busy weekend. Friday night I got really sloshed (first time in ages) and went to a farewell thing for some guy I’ve never met (Charlie was his name, thin was his hair). As I left he looked blearily up at me from a bar stool and slurred ‘Ya know, yuur tha most fucked guy in the hed … Continue reading I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.
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.
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.
13 March 1996 To S, It’s hard to believe that it’s been 3 years already. This last year has been the busiest and seen us make lots of changes including the arrival of our Brady. I hope that we can keep moving on throughout this next year too, together we can do anything. I love you very much and look forward to each anniversary … Continue reading Three years. Tick, tick, tick.
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.
Don’t know where or when it was taken, just happy I found it. S What’s this all about? I hope. Save Continue reading Look what I found!
Found amongst my brother’s paperwork – he kept his first Christmas card from his niece. Brady and her Uncle J (in his favourite Black Hawaiian Shirt) – Brady’s first Christmas, Australia 1995 I chuckle when I look at this picture imaging Brady saying ‘So it’s a deal Uncle J, you being a vegetarian and all that, I can have your share of the turkey … Continue reading Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995
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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