Common People, Sateen Sheets and Tattoos.

Wednesday, 3 July 1996  12:20pm Started proofing my book today, but the power went off and there was nothing else we could do without a terminal, so Simon spread the proof around.  I was listening to my CD player (some circuits were still running) and I had on that compilation CD you gave me for Christmas.  I was listening to Common People by Pulp and … Continue reading Common People, Sateen Sheets and Tattoos.

My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.

Monday, 28 August 1995 So Sis, Continuing on from “Pisspot’s Undoing” Saturday morning at 10am Brett comes knocking on my door, offering to give me a lift to his place in St Kilda.  I get ready, quickly shower and comb over my scruffiness and Brett gives me a ride to Coles for my shopping.  Then it’s back to my place, a coffee, and then to … Continue reading My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.

Tattoos are just too permanent. [Unlike suicide]

Thursday, 24 August 1995 10:47am Morning O’ Sis of mine, I’ve been reading this Strachey book “Eminent Victorians” and there’s this biography of Cardinal Manning of the English Catholic Church, and you know, I think I would have been splendid in the service of our Lord – especially with my natural proclivity for abstinence from the comforts of the flesh.  Can you see me in … Continue reading Tattoos are just too permanent. [Unlike suicide]

Bored to tears by violent tales of feline genealogy and death.

J’s Diary Entry XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  represents parts of his diary that my brother has sliced out and destroyed. Friday, 9 June 1995 Wow, what a weird night. Went over the road for drinks. I decided not to drink too much, and to this noble notion I stayed true, having only 5 neat vodkas. Most of the others got drunk, apart from Simon (who never really lets … Continue reading Bored to tears by violent tales of feline genealogy and death.

Hey, you’re not so unattractive, why are you alone?

J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 8 June 1995 Fare dodged on the tram today – always makes me feel special. Simon decided today that he’s only going to Europe for three months. He’s afraid Kerry may not still want him. It’s kinda sad. She’s too proud (it seems) to openly admit she wants him over there, and he’s too scared of rejection to rush over to … Continue reading Hey, you’re not so unattractive, why are you alone?

I feel bad for being so horrible, but I guess I’m just horrible.

  The XXXXXXXX represents the parts of his diary that my brother has cut out. J’s Diary Entries Friday, 17 March, 1995 Went over the road with Jeremy, Nadia and Quinn to “Klicks” for one dispirited drink before everyone made their way home.  It simply isn’t the same without Cav there.  It’s a bit embarrassing really that we rely on him so heavily to enjoy ourselves. … Continue reading I feel bad for being so horrible, but I guess I’m just horrible.

Lying is essential to fit in with society on that all-important superficial level. People really only want lip service.

J’s Diary Entries Saturday, 7 Jan, 1995 Spent the whole day getting this juggling thing down pat. I can do it for about a minute now, though I’m sure my next door neighbour must be sick of the sound of my balls thudding to the floor every minute or so. Moped around the house being annoyed at myself for spending all that money on booze last … Continue reading Lying is essential to fit in with society on that all-important superficial level. People really only want lip service.