Big Stu wrote Still, we even got some proper snow a few
days later (complete with the usual stories on the news about how the South was brought to a standstill by half an inch of snow, without mentioning that up North life went on as usual despite their being feet of the stuff. Southern wussies...)
Grrrr! GRRRRRRR! GGGRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! Wussies? My lovely London cabbie got me to Stansted on time, in spite of closed motorways, crashes and general skiddiness on the roads, but the fecking Scots couldn't manage to send a plane for me to get on for a whole ten hours! TEN HOURS! Southern wussies indeed? I read the paper, I finished my book, I beat my top score on Nokia Snake, I ate chocolate, I hovered around the internet cafe waiting for an end to their service outage so I could go in chat (it remained closed all day) and I got very, very, very, very bored, I ate more chocolate. Hrumph. I made it up there in the end though, so here are the obligatory hellos to fecking Scots and others: Neil and Ailsa (thank you for staying in the pub with until I arrived), Mark and Vicky (thank you for not snowballing me) and Crazy Calumn. Also Gav 'n' Jo, who might see this Yoko the cat who won't. Unfortunately, I seem to have returned to London on the day that Carey, Ree, Martin, Julie and Phil went to Scotland but maybe I'll see some of you when you come back. Snow does lovely things, doesn't it? As the sun began to set on Friday, we were climbing up to the top of the Necropolis and looking out across Glasgow. Yellow light glimmered on the faces of the tombstones and the snow grew rosy. I took far too many photographs. We saw far too many other people taking photographs. I did not fall on my arse on the way back down. Of course, by New Year's Eve, a thick, brown sludge had replaced the powdery whiteness and sharp edges emerged from soft contours, as always happens in the end. It rained and I got wet and started sneezing uncontrollably (I'm still at it four days later), but it didn't matter because we ate Jelly Bellies and recreated Baxendale songs and made the floor shake when we danced and sang along with the Proclaimers on telly and text messaged and painted the boys' nails and and stayed up all night. I think I might have said that I'll do karaoke next time I go to Glasgow. Oh dear. The next day was spent in bed, watching Mary Poppins and polishing off a box of Celebrations, which is about the best possible way you could spend New Year's Day, don't you think? Oh dear, I really don't like coming back to work in January. Juicy Lucy __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+