Let's Not Get Too Melbourne About It. Let's Just Think of it as Sydney Cancer

Hiiiiiii

Hope your day is going well Miss.

Christian, I don't know why I think I can wrote such things to you, and when I think about it, I know I can’t.

I don't want to push you away and will try hard not to.

Sorry!

xT

PS I thought Liam' illness was a secret

You can say anything you like to me. I don't even mind being used as a punching bag (very) occasionally. You are not pushing me away, nor am I intimidated that easily. Give it your best shot, if you want, but I'm much stronger than a few words, missy. And, I reckon, if pushed, I could yell louder than you.

But! I am concerned about your behaviour last weekend... maybe I just didn't word it in the best way.

As for Liam... Shane had his very concerned (must tell) face on when he told me. No mention of it being a secret. Just mention of it throwing everyone.

As for it being a secret, let's not get too Melbourne about it. Let's just think of it as Sydney cancer.

Big smile.

christian

thanks christian

*hug* T

SMS. 20.54. Luke wants to know if u want to work at a wedding , I think, Feb 26^th? – christian

SMS. 20.59. Yes I do but am working the next 3 w/es at wine box. Bugga. Need more warning – Rachel

SMS. 21.01. Like a comet in the distant sky, huh? – christian

SMS. 21.03. It must b late. I don’t get it. Whatever… – Rachel

SMS. 21.04. More warning, like… – christian

SMS. 21.08. Did u get flowers and chocolates yesterday? – Rachel

SMS. 21.13. No, I didn’t. U? – christian

SMS. 21.15. Would have been creeped out if I did… well if it came from my husband at least! – Rachel

SMS. 21.16. I get booked up with the wine sales a month or so in advance – Rachel

SMS. 21.17. I thought he’d be sucking up BIG TIME! – christian

SMS. 21.19. Yeah he’s sucking up but I DON’T give a fuck. We need 2 do Tapas luv! – Rachel

SMS. 21.21. Yes… I’m gunna email, but – christian

Rachel

Thursdy week sounds good to me.

PS. Get rid of that stupid down load face thing, it shits me.

christian

SMS. 21.24. Yeah, yeah, can u believe I am working 12 hour days this w/e? Fuck this life 4 a joke… – Rachel

Rachel

12 hour days, miss. Well that must be a shock after all ya baby rearing. But good for ya none the less, I would hasten to add.

Smile. Oh yes, this one has a nice woody flavour. Smile.

I can see it now, selling ice to Eskimos and all that.

Don’t forget to spit.

No, no, it’s sales not tasting.

Not at a boys club now! He, he!

christian

Solstice of the Bat – skrark!

Guess what Oh Big One (or he who squashes Christos)!?

As me Mem and me Ded are turning 70 this year, guess who is gunna show his little sneaking up the House of Many Steps face in the land of the setting emu? Me of course Muriel. Let's get ripped as usual for some weeks. I have 6 weeks off after 24th June till Aug 6th and end of July and early Aug is the folk's time (birthdays) but what trouble could we get into?

When shall I come? Who do you have to throw out? No Uli this time for sure....! Woohooo!

I await anon,

Huge Gaping Mole… Josh

skrark'en hell she's commin over

08^th Feb

Rock-on with sorted! Or is that SORTED? It’s easier to get sorted than SORTED, although there would be many amongst us who would disagree, I guess. I have equal sorted/SORTNESS potential with the sorted dealer and the house of SORTED steps equal distance respectively.

So go on, get out there. You…no, you!

I’ve been battling the flu for the last few days. Pooh, pig, bum, wiss! Me mum takes responsibility for it, who’d have thought. Headaches, sort throat and a cough that rattles me dear old bones. FUCK IT I SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No mater who the dirty swine was. And not one day off from work. WHAT! Nah, too busy. But it did give me more powers than just the old wings…when I was in a shop and the inevitable pain in the arse pissed me off, I just breathed all over them; like a transparent green mist like the one super heroes might possess.

15^th Feb

Reg and I will be sleeping a hundred times before any of that happens. Reg did also say, Goodie, tea parties all around. (But I am smiling, don’t get me wrong)

Now what have I been doing Moo, I hear you say.

christian

@#$%^&*!

Piss, fart, fuck, bum…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!… I hit send instead of save, right in the middle of creating... Fuck me sideways and call me Bruce.

I’m going to be!

christian

@#$%^&*!

Bed…even

christian

Joan Whithers

“The faaaaaabuloooous, Joan Withers!”

Up comes the band. Applause for the good woman herself.

“I don’t get out of bed and piss until the sun has gone down.”

Late night drag queen torch singer.

“Part broken down show girl, part torch singer… (chuckle) part fucken vampire.”

She has only ever appeared in the early morning.

“My bed is the only comfort I get in this crazy fucken world. It’s the only place I feel safe. But I’m not precious about it, I’ll share…”

She has built a legend from appearing unexpectedly, late, the last girl of the night. She sings in her own, powerful voice. She only sings old, sad, maybe tragic, occasionally up lifting songs.

“Uplifting darl…only if your life is truly down the fucken sewer. That‘s where we’re looking from tonight, babe.”

Pointing up, with arm outstretched.

“I’m the reincarnation of Judy and you know how fucked up she was.”

Drum roll.

“My private life? You don’t want to know.” Big eyes. Big mouth.

Music starts.

“I’m here for the sad, the forgotten, the hopeless, just to show you if this old wreck can do it, so can you. No matter how fucked up your life, no matter how sad your circumstances, I’m here to cheer you up. One and all.”

The song starts. "Round and a round and a round."

She, of course, doesn’t appear alone. She has a backing troupe, The Fabulous Slags, a troupe of three, sixty year old divas wanna-bees. Old white girl hoofers. Stick thin, like they’ve been vacuum sealed to their bones; drawn, stretched tight, big hair, tits, real old pieces of work. Too much make-up, too much attitude. Old stage girl belters.

“I want to introduce you to my girls.”

The legend of Joan Withers, is that she appears unannounced, late at night, and belts out a show that just knocks the audience dead. And then she disappears again. Poof. Gone.

"Oh stop the world I want to get off."

One night she appeared with her best friend, Denise Le Blounge, who is even more of a mystery, on Castro one very late night. Legend is that their version of Enough is Enough, went for thirty minutes, during which a handful of drug-fucked queens swore they saw god. They were declared genius’.

Joan’s only public comment after was.

“Good fucking drugs boys?”

She raised her champagne glass to the sky.

“Up ya fucken bums!”

The only comment Joan ever offered about Denise was, She sleeps with her Alsatian.

When Joan appeared live the next time, she said of Denise, Oh she’s not coming back, you wouldn’t like her. Cunt! Nasty piece of work.

Joan says she’s Australian.

“I’ve got a husband. I live quietly in the country.”

A couple of cameo’s a year.

“Just to keep ya fucken appetites wet.”

Of course, rumour is that Joan is the famous pop star, Michael James, who retired fifteen years ago, walking out on a fabulous career.

And Denise was none other than pop legend....

“I met him once,” said the journo. “Michael James. Talk about fate. I asked him straight out.”

“Yes, of course it’s me. I only ever wanted to sing. I never wanted the fame bullshit.” Michael smiled. “This way they only care about the voice.”

“I wasn’t sure I believed him, said the journo, “As I dripped off his every word. Then he turned nasty.”

“Taken the piss?”

He did a fine job of outrage. Acknowledging everything and then sounding completely unconvincing in the explanation. Sarcasm used at its best. I didn’t really get that until I was watching the back of his car drive away, said the journo.

Full frontal assault and then complete withdrawal, not unlike Joan herself.

Carnival

I was happily typing my journals at 9am…actually, some of Tom’s letters, which I never typed up from my old system, which are going in to my 1997 journal to help plug the holes, when I thought about mum and people arriving here at 1pm in readiness for the Mid Summer carnival. So I packed it in and headed over to her place at 10am for breakfast.

Mark, Luke and I walked down to Alexandra Gardens. It was a beautiful day, blue sky, hot sun.

SMS. 16.23. Just finished our Big Gay Out, home now to sort records for the T-dance tonight! Woo hoo – Lauri

SMS. 16.25. (Lauri) I’m heading to the T-dance now – christian

They seemed to have made the MCG more obtrusive than need be by using a design where there needs to be quite a massive wire structure to hold the roof of the new stadium in place.

SMS. 16.31. (Tom) Are u at the carnival? – christian

SMS. 16.32. No, are you? I’m at Perry’s – Tom

SMS. 16.36. I’m at the carnival – christian

SMS. 16.39. Oh Yay for you Miss – Tom

SMS. 16.47. (Michael’s mobile) I’m @ the carnival now – christian

SMS. 16.59. (Jude) Are u at the carnival? – christian

SMS. 17.01. (Michael’s mobile) In a green shirt – christian

SMS. 17.02. Hey Christian Michael here. I think Manny has gone home – Michael

SMS. 17.04. Oh, good for him! – christian

SMS. 17.17. (Julien) R U @ the carnival? – christian

SMS. 17.18. Nup – Julien

What the hell is wrong with Julien? I mean? Really?

I met up with Manny eventually. Yay.

10pm. I drove Manny home. I said that I wanted to come at his place and I wanted to go home and have an early night and be in bed by 10.30pm. He said, so what you are saying is that you want a quickie. I’m fine with that, you know that. (See, almost the perfect b/f)

I was home before 11pm.

SMS. 23.18. And what state r u in miss? – christian

SMS. 23.25. Typing merrily, well fed, content and soon for bed. And you? – Tom

Tom

I’m happily typing away and soon for bed myself.

The carnival was good, saw lots of people, stayed about three hours. Most of the time I spent wandering around with Mark, Luke and Manny.

Mark and Luke have gone back to the T-dance and I have just got back from Ascot Vale.

Wish it wasn’t Monday tomorrow.

christian

those fucking nasty drug addicts!

Tom

Happy Enough

SMS. 1.28. That worked out all wrong tonight, miss. I’m sorry – christian

I got up at 7am and headed to my computer, natch.

Tom called to ask what I was sorry about? He said he didn’t feel as though he had no where to sleep and that he was happy enough to have driven back to Dingley.

SMS. 12.54. I could easily get another drug habit just about now – Tom

Aby and I went to the movies to see Sideways. It was okay. No, it was good, actually. Funny. That poor Volvo

Take a Rain Check Sick Boy

I called my sister, Gill, first thing for her birthday. Otherwise, I’d forget. You know what an airhead I am.

Then again, the more I call myself an airhead, the more it will be true? What do you reckon?

How's it going?

How are you feeling?

Tom

It's all going well. Nearly there.

I feel like I'm going to fall in a heap tomorrow.

christian

SMS. 17.31. People in my room! – Tom

SMS. 17.34. Push them up a floor – christian

I went to drinks after work for Campbell, Shane’s ex. I really didn’t feel like going, but it was a solidarity thing, for a fallen comrade.

SMS. 17.54. Hey…Do u wanna hang out 2nite…Maybe see a movie? Love 2 catch up and do whatever. Love xx – Jude

SMS. 18.16. (Jude) Kind of…I’ve been sick all week & I’m going home to fall in a heap…So I’ll be home. So come over, if u want, but I can’t promise to be too sparky – christian

Manny came to surprise me after work, but of course I had headed off to drinks. He’d been waiting on the corner of Elizabeth and Bourke, but I’d turned off at McKillop, just before Elizabeth and had missed him. Then he’d been to my place, after which he left a message about heading home. Bugger, I thought. I wanted to catch up with him.

SMS. 18.33. (Tom) Now I’m pissed and heading home – christian

SMS. 18.43. Maybe take a rain check sick boy! Feel better and c ya soon. xx – Jude

I waited at the corner of Spring and Bourke perusing the passengers on the tram for a smiley face, but he’d got off at the stop before to go to Parliament. He called me for a final time from the station and, of course, I was just a short distance away. So we met up after all.

Mark had woofers staying.

Tom was having dinner at the Union with two friends.

SMS. 19.11. At The Union here. Jude wants you to call him – Tom

(Of course, I hope it is because Jude has realised he isn't straight after all. I chuckle to myself at the thought)

SMS. 19.15. I’ve got a sexy Greek boy in my arms right now… – christian 

(I'm always kissing that hot Greek boy)

Hope You’re Feeling Better Today

Hey Christian,

Hope your feeling better today.

That film review we watched where we didn’t know what the old lady had done wrong?  Abortion.

xT

I feel a bit like c*ap, but I’m okay’ish. Getting by. Can’t wait for the weekend to fall in a heap!

Christian

I went to mum’s and had dinner with her and Gill. Gill was busy reminding us that it is her birthday tomorrow.

I’ll hear from you all tomorrow, she said with a big smile, as she drove off.

SMS. 21.48. How are you feeling miss xx – Tom

SMS. 22.09. Okay. But I felt crappy again when I left mum’s after dinner, head achy & a bit nauseous. Now I’m in bed – christian

SMS. 22.12. Tried to talk Manny into coming over to make me feel better, but no. Never have a b/f without a car! – christian

SMS. 22.12. No never! – Tom 

Rather Be Dead Than Fat

Tom was home when I got home. He bought pot over and we smoked.

He said that the anti-rejection drugs that he’ll have to take if he is given donor bone marrow will make him fat. He says he is not going to spend the rest of his life fat.

Aby said that Tom had told her that he had a 1 in 3 chance of surviving. I just couldn’t deal with it with him. I need to feel 100 per cent strong and with-it and together and I’m just not at the moment. Even when he told me about rather being dead than fat, I, practically, told him I’d heard it all before. He deserves way more support than that, even if that particular statement, really, has no response.

It must be really awful, the position he is in. None of us have ever been in a situation even remotely like it. So unfair. Such a hard thing to have to go through, especially when you have fought it once and won.

I can’t be chicken. I have to be strong. 

nice arse

Cure the Fucking Flu

Will get all doc's today and drop off tonight cool?

Cheers

Nick

Thanks. You're a gem.

christian

u are so silly!

Everyday cost u money Chriso boy!

Everyday!

U need a spanking.

Nick

Now you are talking, baby!

christian

Miss!

How are you?

I dropped in at 10.30 but you were already in bed.

Are you alright?

I'm "okay"

xTom

I've got the busiest week of the year, getting the new system up and running, not to mention learning it, all by Friday and I feel like I am coming down with the flu. So, I went straight to bed when I got home.

And it's winter, again.

Lovely!

christian

I hope you feel better ASAP.

You know, I used to take Echinacea liquid and it really did work. I used Blackmores

xT

Boo-hoo poor, poor me! I would have been awake when you visited, however, I was so grumpy last night when Aby asked me how I was... I think I may have been really rude to her. Oops. So it was probably best that you didn't see me.

christian

Everyone has their bad days doll

Tom

I came home and went to bed, battling the flu. Again. Good grief! Don’t you hate it when you have the flu? I know I do? It is just soooo pointless and soooo time wasting. Come on doctors how about a cure? Let medicine prove how far it has come and how good it is.

Cure the fucking flu.

Solstice of the Bat of Illness

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Tom

Ya filthy b*tch!

christian

Nick

I know you are going to hate me, I can hear you now, but I can't find those damn  mortgage papers. I looked everywhere at the weekend, as Mark was down and I was going to get him to sign them.

I reckon someone has cleaned up and tossed them.

Can you get me another copy?

And I didn't go with your insurance, as when I went to pay it, I had to pay yours by cheque and my existing one I could by credit card. And I just didn't have the money at the moment to pay by cheque.

Big smile

christian

Green?

Nick

No, I haven’t.

christian

I came home and went to bed, battling the flu. Bugger it! I say. Bugger it! The flu? Really? Fuck it!

SMS. 19.24. Want a visitor at 10.30 with pot? – Tom

Solstice of the Bat

It's true I have been appalling and I write to you in great haste because you are my favouritest person and I have been abominable to you in not tippy tappying and you are SOOO faithful but I have to be at the other side o town in 20 minutes so I simply tippy tap fast goddammit – I'm not missing out on Christian thank you very much.

I need you know what man, a root and full on thwumping grinding mashing 64 kilos grunt. Emphasis on need. Badly. How long has it been? Wasn't it my birthday? Does that not mean something in the crowd? I shall get it too if it's the last thing....

Yes, I was reading about abortion in Australia. They are sick c*$µs I'm afraid. Turn that clock BACK! A friend of mine, Helen, was informed by the Australian embassy last week that same sex marriage is illegal in Australia and so she will not be provided with the form for proving that she has no impediment to marry her German girlfriend. Instead, reading the fine print, she can only prove she is single via QLD births and records dept. That's the future chooks, the QLD births and records dept. Sunshine state mate, it's a state of mind. A fucked up one if you ask me. (Hr parents told her not to ruin her life, when she broke the happy news – by the way. World's fucked.)

Anyway, I took the Chris-Josh express last week and sorted out what you sorted out and got left alone with the bowl thereof and got, well, sorted. But not SORTED, if you know what I mean, just sorted. So wish me rock on with SORTED tonight baby and every other night of the week.

But I have to go,

Moo,

Me,

Josho

 

Whose Going to Sydney?

SMS. 9.19. I only found out she was coming yesterday waaa. Who r u going with? Let’s hope one of u gets sick! – Rachel

SMS. 9.22. (Rachel) Mark, Luke another friend Julien & Leah – christian

SMS. 9.23. Sydney Leah? – Rachel

SMS. 9.25. Mmmm… – christian

SMS. 9.25. Bastards! – Rachel

SMS. 9.26. Mmmm… – christian 

Love a guy on a beach

On the Beach

Of all the beaches in the world, you could have picked, Bud. It had to be this one. Just you and me.

My step son Fenn

Watch TV, Smoke Pot

SMS. 10.22. Rain drops keep falling on my head… – christian

SMS. 10.29. U idiot! How about something from Bananarama? – Rachel

SMS. 11.29. Had all my fangs cleaned with a local. Woohoo! – Tom

SMS. 11.32. Some would say u indeed have fangs! Not me of course – christian

SMS. 11.32. Not to my face they wouldn’t – Tom

SMS. 11.34. Oh, I don’t know – christian

SMS. 11.34. I admire those that would! – Tom

SMS. 11.35. Why, because the fangs would come out? – christian

SMS. 11.36. Natch! – christian

I worked on the new system all day. Finally, I can start entering data. It was a gentle day and some how infinitely relaxed when Sophie isn’t around.

SMS. 17.16. I’m on top of the world looking down on creation – Rachel

SMS. 17.20. You’ve done enough creating, miss. Don’t get any ideas – christian

SMS. 18.07. Creating roast chicken & lemon delicious in Cheltenham, what’s on off in Fitzroy? – Rachel

SMS. 18.15. Pot! – christian

Tom was home when I got home. Coughing! Offering me joints.

Tom was complaining of having sore teeth.

SMS. 18.17. Foolish boy… let me find Christopher’s # 4 u! Gosh I amuse myself at times – Rachel

SMS. 20.39. (Jude) I was gunna ask ya over, but Tom says he’s seen ya, so have a good night whatever ya do – christian

I was cold and wanted a fire, so I went to the servo and got wood. I found a cute Greek boy outside as I left. By the time I chopped back all the over-grown creeper up the back to find the axe and the chopping spot, I was too hot for a fire.

Manny came over. I promised to pay for a taxi if I was too stoned to drive him home. It seemed like a good way to get him over. I wanted him. And it was worth if, of course, we were good!

SMS. 20.41. Sadie… – christian

SMS. 20.42. Cracklin Rosie makes me smile… – Rachel

SMS. 20.44. That sounds very dykie coming from you – christian

SMS. 20.44. Kumbayah my Lord – Rachel

SMS. 20.47. Back Satan! – christian

SMS. 20.55. He loves a sinner…b sure 2 save me a place when u get there! Eek actually can I die b4 u cos I couldn’t stand it! – Rachel

SMS. 21.07. Hey! What about that violin duet thingy ‘Devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun’ now that’s one 2 get into after some – Rachel

SMS. 21.09. Speed! Sure 2 get the housework done in a jiffy! – Rachel

SMS. 21.12. You’re going to the same place as me, miss! – christian

SMS. 21.12. And aint I glad about that! – Rachel

SMS. 21.13. U wanna do speed, miss? – christian

SMS. 21.14. Gee…Thanx! Hope 2 c YOU soon…I’m bored of Tom! U have a good u hear…im busy anyway xx – Jude

SMS. 21.15. Never done speed luv. I get so hyper on alcohol, I just can’t imagine what Id be like on speed! VERY naughty I’d imagine – Rachel

SMS. 21.22. Actually I think I would break the ‘loo’ rule if I was on speed! Which remind me of a funny story – Rachel

SMS. 21.25. Is that sex in the… – christian

SMS. 21.25. I will tell u another night I have 2 go 2 bed! Just remember 2 ask me who I saw at cricket…(Ed note – um?) – Rachel

SMS. 21.26. Yes…that would b sex in the… – Rachel

SMS. 21.30. Battery flat am off 2 bed… have a puff 4 me, luv. I am coming 2 stay one night…xxx – Rachel

SMS. 21.32. Crystal is good for that – christian

Tom told me to stop sms’ing right about now.

We watched TV.

We smoked pot.

Don’t U Just Love The Rain!

SMS. 7.32. (Rachel and Tom) Don’t u just love the rain! – christian

Morning Miss. How are you?

Can you see the flooding Yarra from where you are?

xT

What flooding doll? Doll! Doll!

Beck's not in as apparently Seddon is a carpark, right at the moment. Some scuzzy creek burst it's embankment. She made it to the bakery where she bought a coffee, a paper and a croissant and then headed home to Yarraville.

Apparently the Westgate Bridge is a nightmare with traffic banked back to Lara.

Fitzroy, on the other hand stood like a sentinel to strength and good taste, as you would imagine. Only the Elms along Victoria Parade dropped branches (I mean ever Elm tree along Victoria Parade) as a sign of respect for all of the lesser suburbs.

It was such a glorious morning in the north. Almost perfect.

The bay is a picture, I can see all the way to the heads. Clear as the proverbial bell.

christian

Punt Rd - closed.

Alexandra Ave - closed.

Dandenong Rd - backed up to Caulfield.

Eastern Freeway - closed.

Glen Waverly line - no trains.

Frankston line - no trains.

Crown Casino - part of the Yarra.

This is all according to 3AW of course.

Tom

SMS. 10.03. R u at work – Rachel

SMS. 10.05. A-ha – christian

Goodness! A small price to pay for my amusement and edification. I love the wind and the rain. The swirly, whirly, burly wind and rain. I lay in bed last night and was lulled to sleep by it's rhythmic force. Lovely! It does me the power of good!

christian

SMS. 10.06. Thought u may have stayed home due 2 storm damage. Sounds like a good excuse to me – Rachel

SMS. 10.11. No damage in Fitzroy – christian  

SMS. 10.13. As u would expect – christian  

SMS. 10.16. Well u could have lied. I am sitting here listening to the sounds of chain saws whirring. Lots of trees down – Rachel

SMS. 10.17. I just want 2 go 2 the beach, but it's too bloody cold! waaa – Rachel  

SMS. 10.21. All the elms had dropped branches down Vic Parade – christian  

SMS. 10.22. Sad Face! He, he, he! – christian

SMS. 10.22. Fuck off! – Rachel   

SMS. 10.26. Send this star _/I_ to lots >.< of friends (also to me) if 3 come back, 1 of your tits will fall off! – christian

SMS. 10.31. Now who's the bored one? – Rachel

SMS. 10.34. I was just cleaning up my sms' – christian

SMS. 10.35. Get back 2 work. I must come in and annoy u 4 lunch one day seeing as I have so much free time nowadays – Rachel

SMS. 10.41. Or u could get a job – christian

SMS. 10.43. Perish the thought... actually, I will be working every other w/e at the wine sales so there! – Rachel

SMS. 10.46. You’ll be working THAT hard? – christian

SMS. 10.47. Ridiculous, I know – Rachel

SMS. 10.50. Lunch would be grand though – christian

SMS. 10.50. Will call u next week – Rachel

I thought I had better get some work done about now. I wondered if they could trace all my printing, as I printed quite a few pages, every time I added a new sms. I wondered if “fuck off” would trigger anything in the security thingy? Beck got in not long after this.

I was coming back from a smoke and there was this woman in tight black tracksuit pants, with a really BIG shapely bum.

SMS. 14.53. (Tom) What do u reckon it would be like to fuck a woman’s big arse? – christian

SMS. 15.00. You can stop swimming now? – christian

SMS. 15.35. Ha ha! Took me 2 hours 2day2 get 4 klms – gave up, did a u turn & drove back home down the wrong side of the freeway – how about u? Wet out your way? – Robyn

SMS. 15.38. No, it’s always sunny in Fitzroy – christian

SMS. 16.48. Now u c, th@s why I wanna live there – ps hows ur script goin? – Robyn

Walking up Bourke Street, I thought I’d sms Rachel for the end of the day.

SMS. 17.47. I’m going home I’ve done my time… – christian

SMS. 17.49. Good 4 u. I often feel the same but it seems I have been given this job 4 life. Always read the fine print – Rachel

SMS. 17.53. I was singing to ya. Name that song, for 6 months off for good behaviour? – christian

SMS. 18.46. Tie a yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak tree…I am SO going 2 kill u if that song is whipping around in my head as I try 2 get 2 sleep 2nite! – Rachel

SMS. 18.53. The whole damn bus is cheering & I can’t believe my eeyyeess… a thousand yellow ribbons around the old, the old Oak tree! Na na na, naa, na na na… – christian

SMS. 18.54. Fuckwit – Rachel

SMS. 18.55. You WIN! 6 months off in a destination of your choice! – christian

SMS. 18.56. Of course, u have to take me – christian

SMS. 18.57. Of all the men in my life at the moment yd b my first choice. How sad am I? – Rachel

SMS. 19.00. We could pick up men together? Preferably not the same men, but! – christian

SMS. 19.01. Of course darls…tho some of the men I have known… – Rachel 

SMS. 19.04. U and me both, luv! – christian

SMS. 19.05. Uncanny…and therein lies the thought for the day – Rachel

SMS. 19.05. I wonder where all those losers are now? – christian

SMS. 19.07. Did I mention Christopher was home alone 4 a week & neither of us knew. He, he, he! – Rachel

SMS. 19.11. Damn! I could have blown him in his own bed! – christian

SMS. 19.13. I am sure that hasn’t happened 4 years! Poor luv…it’s my way of getting it over and done with! – Rachel

SMS. 19.19. get him a bit drunk. Perhaps a joint. He’d be thanking me. Bonding like mates. What do you think it would taste like? – christian

SMS. 19.20. I always swallow darls but NOTHING would entice me 2 go ANYWHERE near that one! – Rachel

SMS. 19.28. Oh I don’t know, a six pack (of dope) and I’d be on it slurping away happily! Did u find out his mobile? – christian

SMS. 19.29. I will, but think u need 2 stop smoking NOW! – Rachel

SMS. 19.36. After Manny goes ah, aH, AH! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! I promise. (I’ll bring u a tissue to sniff) – christian

SMS. 19.37. Eeek! – Rachel

SMS. 19.37. If your lover has put on too much weight get them to walk 3 miles in the morning and 3 miles in the evening, by the end of a week the fat cunt will be 42 miles away – Rachel

SMS. 19.42. Perhaps, u should send this to Christine – christian

SMS. 19.43. I think not…goodnight xx – Rachel

I thought I’d just finish with a little Tie a Yellow Ribbon, just for Rachel for sleep time.

SMS. 20.07. I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me ee… – christian

SMS.20.10. If I don’t c a hundred ribbons…oh hang on…I think I already said  goodnight xxx – Rachel

SMS. 20.15. That was just 4 u when u lay your head down 2nite. Happy yellow ribbon dreams! – christian

SMS. 20.15. If the next time Manny calls round and u can’t b stuffed it will b my curse upon u – Rachel

SMS. 20.23. I’m never too stuffed 4 him. He has that effect on me. Them Greek genes are powerful things! – christian

SMS. 20.23. So u tell me… – Rachel

SMS. 20.28. I’ll tell ya again, u need to get ya self a nice Greek boy – christian

SMS. 20.31. Passed on that one already, but there is this American restaurateur that’s coming 2 town, but that’s another story – Rachel

Aby and I watched Race Around the World.

SMS. 21.50. Watching the amazing race? – Tom

SMS. 21.53. Yep – christian

SMS. 22.15. I went for Roller Blading, which may have been a mistake – christian

SMS. 22.21. I did too. Ouch! – Tom

SMS. 22.25. Crocodile tears – Tom

I got back to typing my 1997 journal. The gaps nearly closed, just May and June to go. Yay!

SMS. 22.38. I’m writing about u and Tom. Want to add anything? – christian

Now to Find Out in Myelodysplasia

Morning Miss.

Lovely soaking rain we are having :)

How are you today?

Aren't you glad I didn't come back last night? Thankfully, Shane and Mark W were watching the Race as well.

I've been over to Allison's this morning to talk with her about my medical shit, which was a bit of a heave.

F*CK! I find myself thinking.

And it's not even relapsed AML which I was sure would give me that payout.  Now to find out in myelodysplasia can be a "terminal condition"!! Fingers crossed!  J

xT

Fingers crossed?

You know I can't talk about the weather, it's against my heritage.

christian

herald-sun

page 76

:p

Tom

I just saw Nick in the foyer :p

Christian

SMS. 15.34. Mark got the tickets. 21^st April. $271.50.

SMS. 15.43. What each? – Leah

SMS. 15.44. Yes – christian

Leah called to ask if we were sitting in Bette’s lap. Ha ha, she can dream. Front row would be nice, but I don't think we are going to manage that either for that price. That's just how much they cost.

Apparently, I am buying her the ticket for her birthday. I have to arrange to fly to Sydney on 29th April for her birthday

SMS. 18.53. Any word from Joel Libretti? – Rachel

My phone had run out of batteries and I forgot to plug it in before I went over to mum’s for dinner. Oops!

SMS. 23.15. No – christian

Seeing The Haematologist This Arvo. Wish Me Luck!

Hey Christian

How are you feeling today?

I'm alright. Seeing the haematologist this arvo. Wish me luck!

xTom

I'm good. I had dinner with Julien last night, at the Old Colonial, which was nice. It was a beautiful night, we sat in the beer garden and chatted and drank beer and strolled back along Gertrude Street in the gentle evening air.

I'm feeling fine. Good even. Yey, for me.

Good luck for today, everything will be all right.

love ya.

christian

Did I mention I'm going to a private party of the Australian Bi sexual Network with Lou on Saturday night, apparently?

Tom

No you didn't. That should be interesting.

christian

yes well....

i still might cancel – I saw some of the people that went to the last one and they were all not so pretty

Tom

SMS. 15.47. Ho Chriso, just wanted to let you know that last night with you was enjoyable. Thanks for your company. Love ya doll x – Julien

SMS. 21.05. It was cool, thanks for your company too – christian

SMS. 00.06. Doug Savaunt – Aby