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Sweet Transvestite

Corporate Culture

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Doing It For Love

Don't Pigeonhole Me

Late Breaking Gossip

To Market, To Market

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Call Me Now

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DEAR JACK
 

Editors: Shelton/Langbroek
Contributor: Tim Ferguson
Published: 1998, Random House Australia
Price: AUD$18.61
ISBN: 0-09-183672-7

SUMMARY
Inspired by the hit song Hit The Road Jack this is an amusing collection of break-up letters from some of Australia’s most well known people. Celebrities share some of their past pain and pleasure, associated with seperating from a loved one.

EXTRACT
God, how I love you.

Your lazy lips, and hazy eyes. Your hungry hips and desperate heart. The ten toes we named after the emperors of Rome; the seven hills of your form - nose, chin, nipple, navel, mons, knee and Julius Caesar. The laugh you scatter like crumbs to crows, the smile you promise but never deliver.

Yes, I love you, baby. And not just me.

No, you have suitors aplenty - alas, too many of them unsuited. Unclothed. Undressed. Under and over my dearest love while I have lain awake, awaiting you. The dutiful, trusting butler of love.

Only now do I know the truth, baby. I was baptised in petrol and set ablaze to light the way for your other idolaters who, slavering lasciviously, made their way, Indian file, to you. Who can blame them? You are beautiful. Every velvet-tongued kiss you bestow is worth the journey.

Yes, I love you, baby, gormless, formless whining windbag that you have made me. I have worshipped at your altar and you have pissed in my font and it still seems a blessing - well disguised mind you - when you come for Sunday Service.