J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 4 January 2003 Spent the day lazing around, mainly. Monica left early, after getting me all excited with a spur of the moment plan to fly to Tasmania for 4 days. By the time she got home, (she broke in, still no luck finding her keys) she was too tired. Zara called some time in the afternoon, inviting me out to … Continue reading Yes I’m embarrassing myself, but there’s no one left to be embarrassed in front of.
From: S Date: 16 August 2002 11:23 AM To: J Subject: Hi Babe, Mum got off last night all ok. God the guilt I feel, how is it at the age of 33 our parents can still mind fuck me. Mum’s sport it would seem is to mess with my psychological state. I miss her when I don’t see her but am decimated by her … Continue reading But I’m just a cold fish.
From: ‘J’ Date: 30 April 2002 02:14AM To: ‘S’ Subject: sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons… So I went and saw Nana on the weekend with Dick. Spent Sunday in car with Dick driving up to Lakes Entrance. I caught a train to Traralgon (I like catching trains) where Dick picked me up. Then read my book (“History of the Middle East“, thought it might annoy Dick) … Continue reading Sweaty sandwiches and trouser demons.
This is a letter I received from Jack’s mother. I have always ensured that Brady has had full contact with her father and his parents since our split, and to this day Brady still spends every second Christmas with them in the UK. I feared Vito my father-in-law, I found him very prickly. Carmela is a wonderful person, the unseen go-between of factions of the family … Continue reading Kept my matches in my pocket and left this bridge standing.
I hope that you can forgive me for some of the things that I say to you at times. I don’t mean to, I just feel so much pain at times for all that we’ve lost. Continue reading Regrets.
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.
This letter was written to me by J but never sent. It is 2 typed A4 pages with handwritten notes, scribbles and corrections all over it. It makes me wonder if he rough drafted and proofed every letter before he sent it to me. On the back of the last page are his handwritten notes. If only he had sent it. Would I have done … Continue reading I have an utter loathing of obligation.