What’s my scene?

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?

It’s impractical working with extraordinarily attractive people.

Tuesday, 29 August 1995 9:37am Oh Dear S, you’ll never guess what’s happened.  Someone attractive is working here.  I mean really attractive, like Sale-of-the-Century-model attractive. This is an ill wind Sis.  I don’t want someone extraordinarily attractive swanning around the place making me feel self-conscious.  Fuck, fuck, fuck. Have you ever encountered this sort of thing in your working life?  I just wanna work with … Continue reading It’s impractical working with extraordinarily attractive people.

She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.

J’s Diary Entries Wed 9 Nov ’94 – Tonight I met Cav’s Dad, he writes proudly for a weekly paper at the age of 69.  What an amazing man. Truly larger than life. Really funny, full of hidden talents – plays Chopin on the piano and drinks like a fish. Blue eyes, baldish, tall, large-framed. Proud of his German history. Cav’s Mum, also a well … Continue reading She has green eyes and nice teeth. Think I’ve made a mistake.