—–Original Message—– From: S Sent: Thursday, October 10, 2002 6:31 PM To: J Subject: You Gotta Laugh Mum asked if I heard from Dad on my birthday, I said ‘Yes’, and told her that he had his usual whinge at me that he hasn’t spoken to you in ages. The rest of the conversation went like this ‘Then you don’t think J has told him?’ … Continue reading It’s great being part of a minority – you get to cruelly shock people and still feel persecuted and demand special privileges.
J’s Diary Entry 20 October 2001 Got wildly drunk with Erin last night. We started at the Public Bar – met Igor and Dee there and a bunch of their friends too. One of them had the cutest puppy – Staffordshire Terrier, 8 weeks old. They let me hold it for hours and I thought I’d cry. Erin and I got so drunk that she … Continue reading Sacred Beer Talk
Tuesday, 30 April 1996 8:50am Oh God, This time it’s for real Sis. I have to decide on a career. I’m going to be twenty-fucking-four in a few months, and I’m still bumbling along in this job I stumbled into. This job which is going to lead nowhere. What brought on this fit of fear I hear you ask? I went over and visited Leah … Continue reading It’s a curly one, isn’t it?
Tuesday, 9 April 1996 9:48pm Hey Sis, How you doing? Another typed letter from your bro. Poorly typed an’ all. It’s raining here, on Easter Tuesday. Jana Wendt is on Channel 7, hosting her new (and deskless, might I add) show, “Witness”. It’s quite highbrow, long pieces on “real” issues. I do suspect, however, that she is sans desk simply to show off her legs. … Continue reading I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.
Tuesday, 30 January 1996 11:59PM Christ S, people really can’t be trusted with a secret can they? Henry the Brit has just let a cat out of a bag, and into some pretty dangerous hands too, might I add. Explanation: About three editions ago, there was an incredible typo that appeared in “Who the Fuck Cares”. It was a rude word, the rudest word there … Continue reading The absolute MOTHER of all typos.
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’m really not sure if I’m doing this properly, I understand people maybe don’t comment on the writing as it has already been written by my brother. It’s not possible to ‘tweak’ the story line as such, it is what it is, and unfortunately set in stone. I don’t know if anyone is reading this from beginning in order or if people are just reading … Continue reading An Aside from S
Monday, 23 November 1992 S Baby! How’s it going? Why haven’t you written you pussy nodule on the anus of humanity? (Like it? I thought of it myself). I’m on an extremely late and extremely boring lunch break and I thought it was time I typed you a little letter with my machine-gun typing skills. So why haven’t you written? Were you as completely outraged … Continue reading Mum & The Nipple Police