Diary Entry for Wed 28 Sep 94 I found out today that Jeremy is going to be working on my book full-time. This is not good, with Jeremy taking over the Company side of the book, it will expand and may usurp the biographical section and me in the process. I talked to Jeremy about it and he seems enthusiastic and imbued with a combination … Continue reading I’d better buy a suit I suppose.
This is one of J’s diary entries I have written of in the “ABOUT” page. I could not replicate the cut outs using WordPress so I have scanned a word document using blackout to represent the pieces my brother expertly removed. Continue reading Dear Diary What has introspection ever done for me? Huh? Answer me that.
Tuesday, 5 July 1994 Hi S, I thought it was about time I put fingertip to keyboard and pounded out a missive to Sis in my staccato touch-typing blur. How you doing? I should, here at the outset, just say thanks for the super wax letter sealing set. Completely super present. I don’t have much in the way of gossip, I’ve been leading a life … Continue reading I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.
THIS IS ANOTHER OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME (WHILST OUR MOTHER WAS VISITING ME IN THE UK), BUT I NEVER RECEIVED IT. IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “NOT SENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 27 FEB 1994. Dear S (Jack and Mum) What is it with Melbourne that is so horrible … Continue reading I am sick of crappy books and crappy television and crappy people.
Mon 25 Apr 94 – Found my diary again, it was right under my nose the whole time. At some point in the last week Leah approached me with an offer of commitment free sex. I being a hormonally charged being, at the mercy of my carnal desires, accepted her offer. I’m not very good, it would seem at keeping a journal of positive thoughts, though … Continue reading Dear Diary, Where have you been?
THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE. I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I don’t want to be a nut case.
Monday, 28 March 1994 Dear S, Well the bomb dropped and the dust has cleared, and with the benefit of the clarity of this fine Autumn day, I can truly say that I feel I have done the right thing. It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it really went quite well. It didn’t actually happen on Thursday, the day … Continue reading My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.
Thursday, 24 March 1994 Dear S, The Day of Reckoning is at hand, this day is filled with strange portents. The cock did crow at midnight blackest, the cow’s teats did issue forth Grants Scotch Whiskey (we’re keeping that cow) and the sky did crack open and wobblesome jelly desserts poured forth on the innocent street dwellers. This night I do split with Leah. Am … Continue reading They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.
Monday, 21 March 1994 Hey Sis, How you doing? Personally, I’m fine and knot-free. Yes, that’s right, I’m now totally dread-less. I’ve combed them all out, I can now run a comb through every square inch of my lumpy head of hair. Mum will be pleased. I’m seeing her tonight, I’m off to the dentist for four more fillings so back to Poo Town and … Continue reading Remember Kids, Floss or Die!
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