Friday, 31 May 1996 8:30am Dear S, Went and saw a film last night. It was Kenneth Brannagh’s Midwinter’s Tale. It was OK. A bit predictable in places, a bit cliched, but at least Kenneth managed to keep his fat head off the screen for once. Decided while sipping a coffee in Cafe Ritz (an embarrassing sort of place, on the corner of Exhibition … Continue reading I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?
Monday, 27 May 1996 8:30am Howdy Sis, Busy, busy weekend. Friday night I got really sloshed (first time in ages) and went to a farewell thing for some guy I’ve never met (Charlie was his name, thin was his hair). As I left he looked blearily up at me from a bar stool and slurred ‘Ya know, yuur tha most fucked guy in the hed … Continue reading I change my opinions daily. I think opinions are better discussed than owned.
Tuesday, 7 May 1996 8:40am My first full-on TV-less night. And what a blessing. I don’t think I’ll get the thing fixed, Sis. I didn’t miss it at all. And I actually cooked a meal. A pastry dish. It was my first filo recipe ever. I know this is probably inane, but I get a kick out of cooking new dishes, makes me feel a … Continue reading TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.
Saturday, 4 May 1996 12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday. I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally. I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back. It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different. You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.
FAX to S from Mum 30 April 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thank you so much for my birthday card and presents. I had a lovely time opening them outside the mail delivery centre in the car. Everyone around me must have thought I was a nut case. I opened the letter opener first and was thrilled, then the tray, which is really cute, … Continue reading Pretty sure you bought that dessert mum.
Friday, 12 January 1996 1:00PM Damn it S, Just found out I’ve missed out on my Christmas bonus. It’s because I wasn’t here to collect it, and to ask for it now on top of the overtime and long holiday I got, it seems grasping, especially since it’s only $150. Would’ve been handy though. Friday drinks tonight, my first with all the new arrivals. See … Continue reading Introducing Buck Butcher, he’s Bonkers for Big-Breasted Broads.
Wednesday, 30 August 1995 3:40pm Sis I’ve just been and consoled myself with consumer idolatry – I bought two books. Will Self – ‘My Idea of Fun” and Herman Hesse – “Siddhatha”. I’ve read the prologue of the Self book, it’s not exactly what I was expecting, and to tell the truth, if I knew it was going to have slasher elements to it (a … Continue reading Where on the Rainbow of Independent Will do you find yourself? Intense indigo? Queasy green?
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.
Monday, 12 June, 1995 S, Wow, so you’ve had the baby. Wow. Please name her Sis, it’s kinda important. Or maybe you could wait until she’s old enough to decide for herself, that’s a novel idea. Forty-four hours hey? That’s a stretch. Gee, is this kid gonna have that hanging over her head or what? Man, did you see the list of dud relatives I … Continue reading Sis, please name your baby, it’s kinda important.
J’s Diary Entry Monday 29 May 1995 A quiet day. I actually got a lot of work done. I’m working to a deadline – Friday – now, so I’m more focused. It was OK at work, no-one really teased me for vomiting at Nadia’s house, though Nadia did seem a bit distant. I have a vague recollection; I went to the toilet and came out. … Continue reading If you leave can I come too?