Thursday, 25 January 1996 12:30PM S, Another day at the mill. Grinding, grinding… Might go straight home from work tonight, I’m short on cash and just not in the party spirit. Leah picked me up from work last night. Went back to her place for an hour or so until traffic died down (Leah hates Flemington Road at rush hour) and then she drove me … Continue reading Everyone was thrilled to see me in a suit, I told them I’d found a corpse.
Friday, 30 June, 1995 9:30am Hi Sis, So, how about Hugh Grant’s little brush with the seedy underbelly of urban America? Poor bloke, he’s really blown it (couldn’t resist, sorry). I feel a bit sorry for him, did you see the look on his face in that mug shot? It must be on the front page of every rag in England. Everyone here keeps saying … Continue reading I’ve read that beautiful chicks think that being beautiful is enough in itself, and they don’t put in any effort in the sack.
Tuesday, 27 June 1995 8:04am Good morning, At least, it is here anyway. I’m in early, kudos to me, kudos to me. I woke up at 5am, listened to the radio for a while, and, seized with expiatory zeal, I thought I’d come in early to make recompense for my days of wayward bludging earlier this year. Truth is I couldn’t get back to sleep … Continue reading I’m writing to you from the belly of the beast.