I have some letters from J in 1997 but seem to be missing many. As you are about to read my life got a bit messy from 1997 on and house moves followed, during which I’m afraid some of J’s letters may have been lost. I also don’t have J’s ’97 diary, I am certain he kept one but think it may have been typed which he referred … Continue reading 1997
Sunday, 15 September 1996 1:37pm In on a Sunday Sis, all by myself. Just downed a vegetable roll from the health food shop over the road. You can tell it’s a health food shop ‘coz of the overpriced row of vitamins down the back. They also hand-write all the price tags to give it a “homey” feel. Friday drinks was a bit dull. I really … Continue reading Shut up, your bared souls are boring me.
Thursday, 5 September, 1996 Hey Sis, Another day dribbles by. Actually, it hasn’t dribbled, it’s been a crawl over broken glass and razor blades. I’ve had a shocking day. So irritable. Dunno what’s wrong with me. I think I need a holiday to tell the truth. I haven’t had once since you were here in December. So what have I been doing? Umm… I bleached … Continue reading It was the first outing for my new hair-do. I was absurdly hopeful.
Friday, 23 August 1996 4:21pm Hey Sis, I know I’ve only got half an hour to go, but I’ve ground to this terrible halt. I can barely hold my head up, you know? You’re not really tired, you’re just tired of what you’re doing. I don’t feel bad anyway, I did stay back until 6:30 last night. I’m going to skip Friday drinks again tonight. … Continue reading I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.
20 Aug 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well I do hope you are all well, and hope where you live S didn’t cop the terrible floods that were shown on TV a couple of weeks ago. We are having a cold snap at present and yesterday only 11°, today a bit warmer at 14°. Pop been having a hard time with his foot. Doctor seems … Continue reading Spider Bites and Dead Orchids.
Friday, 26 July 1996 2:10pm Hey S, Went and saw Othello with Pippa at the Capitol cinema in Swanston Walk. What a great cinema. I remember it dimly from childhood. I remember the freaky ceiling (all geometric with coloured lights. Sounds tacky, but it’s not). Lawrence Fishburne was better than I had hoped, and Kenneth Brannagh was good too. One of the cast members was the … Continue reading Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.
This letter was typed by J on his beat up old typewriter that he loved dearly. Wednesday, 17 July 1996 1:49pm Hey Sis, I’m at home. Faking a sickie. Well, only half-faking, really. I did feel pretty bad this morning. I’ve been “coming down with something” for about four days: sore throat, dry cough, runny nose. enough symptoms to lay the groundwork for a … Continue reading I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.
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.
Friday 28 June 1996 8:40am We’re having a food-scare here at the moment Sis. It’s not quite up to your UK Mad Cow fiasco. There’s this massive crop of peanuts that had Salmonella in it. Now almost every single jar of peanut butter in Australia has been recalled. There’s been over fifty cases of food poisoning. Slater & Gordon (this really opportunistic law firm) has been advertising … Continue reading This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.
Wednesday, 26 June 1996 8:15am Ah Sis, I bring to you another interesting story from the barrel of monkeys that is my work place. Henry the Brit is starring in some sort of pseudo-snuff film. I asked him what he did with his weekend, and he said ‘Ohh, I kidnapped a nun who had no undies on and raped her at knife-point.’ I smiled indulgently … Continue reading In between dates with Rosie (a Girl Scout Leader), Henry makes low-budget pseudo-snuff, schlock horror films. I’m serious.
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