Well, the hangover sustained from the London picnic has finally abated, so can I quickly say ~cheers~ to whoever nicked my sandwich while I was crying about thunderstorms in the pub, thus meaning I drank enough alcohol to put Paula Cullen to shame with merely one bite of a mozzarella and tomato baguette and two strawberries to soak it all up. Hopefully this will explain away my appalling behaviour. I have no idea if my behaviour was appalling or not, but Mark knows what colour of pants I was wearing so it must have been bad...he also knows about SteadyMike's pants so at least someone has more to worry about than me. Hello to everyone I met, both again and for the first time. And I'm sorry. Oh, and an even bigger and more ~~sarcasm thingies~~~~C!H!E!E!R!S!~~~ to the enterprising thief who stole my bank card and then proceeded to empty my account on the Saturday night. And big hurrahs to the dearly departed Big Gay Stu for accompanying me on an all-night sight-seeing tour of London and providing breakfast, a jumper and train tickets (not to mention drink and nightclub entry money) when I realised that being stuck in the middle of London with no money and no idea of how to get to Mark's house was not really the ideal way to lose my London picnic virginity. Erm, what can I say. I was very, very drunk. I shudder to think what Stu will get up to in South America, since his idea of "sightseeing" involved Scotland Yard, the Department of Trade and Industry, and the headquarters of Channel 4. We did see some pelicans though. Gosh, is Alasdair really the only Rangers fan on the list then? Hee hee. The girl that sits next to me at work is an Ayr United fan, and I was excitedly telling her about the Tigermilk advertising board at Somerset Park, until she confessed that she just *says* she supports Ayr because she's from there, but really she supports Rangers "because my boyfriend would chuck me if I didn't". Isn't that sad. I have never understood women who do things because their boyfriends want them to. Or because anyone else wants them to for that matter. My boyfriend supports Clyde and I couldn't support them in a million years. We almost had our first fight the other day, because he said he thought B&S sounded like the sort of band you'd listen to when you were stoned and you wanted something to go to sleep to, and he laughed when I said I couldn't fall asleep, or work, or anything, when Belle and Sebastian were on as I just want to listen to them and do nothing else. Some people just don;t understand...what is the point of having something so beautiful there if you don't appreciate it. Or am I just being a bit precious about the whole thing? Does anyone want some tickets for All Tomorrow's Parties then? Really, there seems to be a plethora of people booking chalets without enough people to fill them. I know someone with THREE spaces in a chalet with three very nice people. Please?!?! None of the people is me, which can only be a bonus. In fact, go to http://come.to/bowlie2 and there's a link on the bottom there to the NME message board designated to help people find chalet mates. Carsmile Steve has already put his tuppenceworth in, and he's not even going (or are you? Go on, you know you want to...) The eclipse was crap up here, it didn't get very dark at all, and no-one cheered. Possibly because I was in work at the time and we weren;t even allowed out for a wee look (but I did peer out the window a bit). I hope the millenium isn't as over-rated as that. I have decided to come to London for New Year (despite a very tempting offer to spend it on a beach in Rio with Big Stu, I don't quite think my limited temp-worker wages will stretch to that somehow), so I think we should have a Sinister New Year picnic on Primrose Hill. I promise to still be able to stand/speak by midnight. Alternatively, I may be in New York. We shall see. (Though I'll most likely be in my mum and dad's sitting room in Inverness with a dry martini and a bit of shortbread and Elaine C Smith on the telly). There's an advert on BBC Scotland just now for BBC Online, and it's got an old dearie saying that she likes Belle and Sebastian. Quite. And now, I'm off out to glass some Americans, cos that's what we all do round these parts, Ailsa xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+