They call her “Cats Bum”.

Tuesday, 31 January 1996  10:38am Hey S, just heard some news that falls somewhat short of what might be described as serendipitous.  Do you remember that fuss I worked myself up into over that girl from the Croissant Connection Cafe girl? The name they gave her here at work (everyone here gets a nickname – except me – call me Mr Teflon, nothing sticks) was … Continue reading They call her “Cats Bum”.

My young life is so dull that I find two random daffodils exciting.

J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 29 April, 1995 Fended off Leah’s entreaties to help her shift this morning.  Felt glad I didn’t cave in.  Walked down to video shop with Aidan and stopped in a sad, neglected little comic shop on the way.  Rented a crap movie at my insistence and had a “b” to help me sit through it.  God awful film, “Deep Red”.  Ate too … Continue reading My young life is so dull that I find two random daffodils exciting.

We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

6 December 1994 Dear S, This may be the last letter you receive from me. The expedition is not going well. My compatriots are fading badly, it’s the heat you see. Today the mercury has risen to 38˚, yesterday it peaked at 40˚.  There is no respite for any of us. I fear we shall all perish. We’ve already eaten three of the camels, and the … Continue reading We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

I am suspicious of eerily firm and colorful mangoes.

J’s Diary Entries for Nov 1994 Wed 16 Nov 1994 – Went into the city, by myself, and say Oliver Stone’s new flick “Natural Born Killers”.  I was a bit disappointed, it had some valid points to make about media & violence and childhood & violence but it was lost in all the flashiness.  Tommy Lee Jones was good as the warden though.  I hate going … Continue reading I am suspicious of eerily firm and colorful mangoes.

I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

THIS IS ANOTHER OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME (WHILST OUR MOTHER WAS VISITING ME IN THE UK), BUT I NEVER RECEIVED IT.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT.  IT IS DATED 27 FEB 1994. Dear S (Jack and Mum) What is it with Melbourne that is so horrible … Continue reading I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.

What is stronger, my need for approval or my fear of ridicule?

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 16 FEB 1994 . I’ve been thinking about the nature of these letters I’ve been writing to you these last few months, and it’s kind of strange.  When I … Continue reading What is stronger, my need for approval or my fear of ridicule?

The conscience is a funny thing really isn’t it?

1 Feburary, 1994 Dear S, Hi, another working day stretches endlessly to the horizon and I’m terminally bored.  How are you?  What have you been doing?  Personally, I’ve done bugger all.  As a matter of fact I don’t even have enough spare money to do bugger all, I have to do bugger half.  I caught the first episode of the new series of Absolutely Fabulous … Continue reading The conscience is a funny thing really isn’t it?