I just don’t have the disciplinary wherewith-all to drag myself from my sluggish, sedentary, couch-hogging, remote-control-fondling torpor.

Friday 14 July 1995 9:22am Howdy Sis, It’s Friday, and it’s warm, and I have a nice bouncy song from the radio reverberating around my echo-chamber skull.  I’m in a good mood.  Watched barely any TV last night, spent all of it on the couch reading a book on Japan that I borrowed from the library.  It gives a broad outline of the religions (their … Continue reading I just don’t have the disciplinary wherewith-all to drag myself from my sluggish, sedentary, couch-hogging, remote-control-fondling torpor.

You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are. 

Friday, 26 August 1994 Dear S, Hi, just a quick note to send with these Cleo magazines.  Sorry I haven’t written for a while, it’s been brown trousers time at work and I’ve been putting in unpaid overtime again.  Also there’s a new guy in despatch called Mick, and he’s a bit of a puppet of one of the directors, and I’m not too sure … Continue reading You can’t call anyone fat, or stupid, or ugly – even if they are.