The following is an excerpt from novel, Signed, Sealed, Delivered: Women of Letters, curated by Marieke Hardy and Michaela McGuire.

To my other half

Lucy Cochran and I met on the dance floor of Revolver Nightclub, 22nd January, 2006, on a Sunday morning, at about 7 a.m.

From that day until this, Lucy and I have emailed each other; often when we’re under the same roof. The following is a selection of our written communication over the span of our relationship.

–Eddie Perfect

— — -Original Message– — –

From: Eddie Perfect

Sent: Monday, 23 January 2006 9:55 AM

To: Lucy Cochran

Subject: morning

Hi there, Lucy,

Found your small card crumpled up on the bottom of my pocket and decided to email you, just because it is a medium of communication which really suits my style . . . and also because I awoke sheepish and a little too scared to call you.

I really just wanted to let you know I had a fun-slash- strange-slash- terrifying time talking to you on Sunday morning. It’s fairly rare to meet a woman with a morbid, pitch-black sense of humour so I really dug our chat, not to mention your almost stand-up fist-fight with a big suburban meathead on the dance floor. So thanks for making that memorable.

Trust you had a good swim. I nearly crawled into a birdbath for some relief from the heat.

I’ll be around Melbourne in case you need to find me.