OK guys.... what should I do.... Last night (the 11th) I'm walking back from seeing Steve Coogan at the Royal Concert Hall. It's not bad. Then this guy comes up to me. he is Australian and smoking a menthol fag.... Here mate- he says- I've got this flatmate and she's seen you around town around three times. And she's just chickened off down the road OK? Me: (kinda worried ina nice way) OK Well what I'm going to do is give you her phone number and mayve you can call her. Her names Natalie.... So I took the number. Now I *know* I would never forgive myself if i didn't make the call. But how? When? And what do I say do I arrange to meet? Where? And what if (gulp) we meet and I really don't like her.... On the plus side the guy seemed really nice so she can't be that bad.... This is the most Belle and Sebastian thing that has ever happened to me.... And my love life really does need sorting out.... Yours, (belatedly pornstarnammed) Pipkin McMillan ------------------------------------------------- " despite myself at times well i have felt not in the mood for any of this..." ------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------