Dear Sinister, I'm having a bit of a bloody men bloody buses day. Last year at uni I met this guy..we'll call him 'g', which is actually what everyone called him because no-one attempted his real Austrian name...and he was lovely, if a little peculiar at times (shaving his legs, wearing things called sock suspenders which I'd never heard of before and which looked frankly ridiculous- apologies to any traditionalist listees). But after about a week of going out with him he started criticising me. one day we went out for a walk and he put an expensive suit on, and sunglasses, and I laughed and said I felt like I should be wearing a dress, and he said, 'actually that would be nice occasionally'...and then he started on about my trouser legs having the wrong circumference and my hats not fitting...these kinds of comments are easily overlooked when the person making them is generally a bit eccentric, but when I properly thought about them I didnt like it one bit and I went right off him. Anyway, I've been complaining for ages that I can't find anyone here to fall in love with, or who will fall in love with me. And now, suddenly, after weeks in the wilderness, I am being persistently followed by someone I don't like that much, mainly because he says 'bad-boy' and 'hardcore' with startling frequency, I'm constantly tip-toeing round someone else who can't decide whether he's interested in talking to me or at me... and The Austrian is flying to England to convince me that we should rekindle our clothes-centric relationship. On a happier note, aforementioned boy did give me a Joni Mitchell CD as a present- I'd never heard any before- and the songs have completely dominated my last week or so. Joni can be a very silly woman inasmuch as some of the lyrics are very contrived-'smog' rhymed with 'cog' on Woodstock is a very special moment- actually there are better and sillier examples but I cant remember them. But some of the songs are so beautiful and so uplifting, and you can tell she just did whatever she wanted. That kind of un-selfconsciousness is really inspiring. I think I listen to CDs in the same way I read books- that is, I listen to them over and over and over and then put them on the shelf and forget about them (a habit broken only by Belle and Sebastian and Take That). Someone once told me he repressed that instinct and only allowed himself one listen per week or whatever, which seems a strange mentality to me. With love, Sarah x _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+