Tuesday, 14 Feb 1995, 9:13am St Valentine’s Day. Where’s my fuckin’ cards? I haven’t got one damn message of desire, and it’s already quarter past nine. I haven’t got any faxes, letters, cards, taped messages – not even a nudey photo of someone I’ve never met but glanced at briefly on Parliament Train Station, Platform Four. What’s the deal here? There was only one Valentine’s … Continue reading Maybe I should get a dog. Dogs have no self esteem, that’s why they’ll do anything for you.
Friday, 4 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, another letter to fill in another afternoon. Spoke to Brett yesterday, he dropped in on his way home from Shiatsu. I don’t know if you’re familiar with it but it’s an ancient form of Japanese massage healing. It’s all to do with meridians that run through the body and how the organs relate with one another and the … Continue reading I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.