Tuesday, 27 June 1995 8:04am Good morning, At least, it is here anyway. I’m in early, kudos to me, kudos to me. I woke up at 5am, listened to the radio for a while, and, seized with expiatory zeal, I thought I’d come in early to make recompense for my days of wayward bludging earlier this year. Truth is I couldn’t get back to sleep … Continue reading I’m writing to you from the belly of the beast.
Thursday, 2 March 1995, 9:50AM S, Hi. It’s late in the week to be starting a new letter, but it’s been an uneventful week. Not much to speak of really. I’ve been trapped into going to one of Brett’s gigs tomorrow night, which is not something I look forward to, being surrounded by headbangers, trying not to get too pissed, ‘cos if you get too … Continue reading I’m an adult, and adults get their own way, that was one of the first lessons of our childhood.
J’s Diary Entries Sun 29 Jan 1995 Relaxing day (eventually), alternating watching videos and reading. I finished off the Nikolai Gogol novel “Dead Souls” (finally). I also started and finished a collection of Joseph Conrad’s shorter stories and novels including the one that “Apocalypse Now” was based on, “Heart of Darkness” It’s pretty good, Joseph Conrad’s an interesting guy. Born in Poland, spent his life … Continue reading Fucking politicians – we’re left with the cinders of their excuses.
6 Jun 1994 Dear S et all (from the Latin “et alii”, everyone ought to know that.), How’s it goin’? I’m sorry to have been so lax in the letter writing department, but it’s actually been rather hectic lately. I have to get through a certain amount each day, and so far it’s been taking me all day, which I am none-too-pleased about. How dare … Continue reading If I don’t get my quota of salt in by sundown I’ll lose my clothing privileges and have to work naked again.
Monday, 7 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a Monday and I have the feeling it’s going to be a long one. I’m flying solo today, as Simon has apparently taken ill over the weekend and won’t be joining me for today’s festivities. Exactly what those festivities entail, I’m not too sure. In this zany, nutty, el whacko funhouse, who can tell? Yes, today, I … Continue reading Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.
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