Hewwo, What would you call a group of ribena berries? a swarm? or a posse? Ribena are giving away squeezey ribena berries. If you squeeze them their eyes pop out. But not in a sick cruel way, but in a comical way. Now I'm thinking about posse girls with their beautiful perfect makeup, and their playboy bunny tops. And they stand outside topshop, or congregate in Costa's, and they talk in their perfect voices about clubbing, and film stars, and their perfect boyfriends, or they just re arrange each others hair. And when they meet each other they don't hug, but they clop over with a practised walk, just right in their heels, so that their bum wiggles just enough, and then they air-kiss each other, and say "hey babes you look gorgeous!". And they all really do. They're the girls who always get beeped. I never get beeped, except by old men and guys with Stargate SG1 bumper stickers. And whenever I walk by a group of posse girls they always giggle and whisper stuff about charity shops and the seventies are sooo over in that way that rubs it in that they're better than me, and that the world is their place and not mine. And the awful thing is, that if i wasn't such a coward about pretending and not being who i am, I'd probably pretend like them, and my clothes would be straight from a magazine, and I'd probably give anything to do it. But I'm too scared to be anything but what I am, which is a slightly odd looking kid with pointy teeth who gets beaten up a lot. Does that make sense or did it sound quite pretentious? Pretentious stuff is my new thing to not like. That and goths. Argh the art gallery (which is infested with goths). One day I swear to ribena I will burn it down. Or get a huge ghetto blaster and play B*Witched, which will make their head explode like in mars attacks only better. Ah, you might have noticed I bumped into posse girls on the bus today and got a bee in my bonnet. Or a Bob the Wasp. I was on the bus back from Glasgow because I was seeing off the Lovely Ian Hatcher who was up for the weekend. It was swell, we went to pizza hut three times in a row and the third time the waitress recognised us. And we got nearly the same thing every time which wasn't healthy. And I had a really swell time. I always do. Besides, it's always nice to walk about in glasgow with a nice looking boy, because the posse girls stare and go "how did she manage that". I'm becoming quite shallow I think. I even wore shiny girly shoes and namedropped unrealeased B&S songs and bought a JD Salinger novel called Franny and Zooey. That's not very shallow, but I think I managed to make it look shallow. Not on purpose though. I'm not a posse girl, I couldn't carry it off. There's a green wall in my room. I dont like green, so I covered it up with posters. I'm running out of room. It was all the B&S posters from the gig that did it. And they're delighfully not level and a bit creased. I like Jonathon David I've decided. When I went to see the Aislers Set at Stevie played it when he was supporting, and I thought it was ok. But the single version, with all the bouncy bits just makes me want to dance about and be happy. Only not too much in case I pull some stitches. Shrek is a good film. I'm glad of how it ended. Is Warhammer geeky? Does anyone have the words to Landslide? Ok, that's all the rubbish I have to talk about now. I'm off to bed, because I need to sleep. Hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+