Wednesday, 30 August 1995 9:23am Great start to the morning, Sis. I get in to work and there’s an invitation to a party on my desk. Lisa (one of the other Editors here) is having a house-cooling (as opposed to house-warming party.”) And – dammit! – they’ve given me too much notice to have a bogus excuse – “Oh sorry, the second of September? I’ve … Continue reading I think I might have peaked as far as socializing goes.
Thursday, 1 September 1994 Dear Sis, How’s the birthday girl? Mum tells me you’re jetting off to Spain for an el cheapo face lift to halt the inevitable march of Father Time. How old are you now anyway? It doesn’t matter, you being five years older than me and all. I would gladly give the flower of my youth in exchange for all the arcane … Continue reading My social life is about as exciting as a Methodist cake-stall.