I suppose I should report back and all that, but I'm not in the mood to write an epic of what we did. Suffice to say, I had a wonderful time in Brighton, and in London - oh! and in Leicester the week before with Stacey visiting me. I had fun so enthusiastically that I did myself a mischief on a spinny round fairground ride with arms (I'm sure this isn't its real name. It's probably called something like "Scream if you hate this ride and I'll ignore you and make it fo faster"). I pulled muscles I didn't know I had while holding on tightly and trying to prevent myself throwing my entire body weight at Liz Daplyn. Didn't work, so I imagine I did her a mischief too. And Liz is a classy bird. She has a leather CORSAGE on her coat! Foxy, indeed. In Brighton, Archel was the hostess with the mostest. In London, Paul and Nicholas were the hosts with the mosts. In his CAR between Leicester and London, David Starfire was the host with the filthiest mouth and the most sugary snacks. I never knew tackling frogs could be so much fun. I was very taken with Brighton, even in the freezing cold wind. We arrived just in time to the the most gorgeous sunset, and I'm afraid I got so hugley excited I started heavy breathing. This was unfortunate, but at least I didn't start bawling like I did last time I saw the sea. I couldn't sleep last night, and I wrote this post in my head. It was very good, you know. A bit tangenty and stuff, but I really rather like that. I always write good stuff in my head. Sometimes I make music videos too. I think I read somewhere once that Julian Cope told Courtney Love, way back in like 1979, to live her life like she's in a music video (this may be incorrect, but even if I made it up, isn't not a crime, right?) and I found that idea really interesting. I also cursed Julian Cope, because it would appear that he's at least partly responsible for That Woman. My favourite time of imagining I was in a music video was when I went out with Sexy Susan and the loved one and we were in a music video for 'Bootylicious". And Susan and the Loved One didn't even know! They did very well regardless. For Valentine's Day I got a lovely hand made card from the Loved One and a new zit from the Acne God (he visits me, leaves bacteria on my chin and TCP on my pillow), which is busy making friends with the last 3 offerings from the spot-giving deity. Props and big up yourselves to all the good people I met this weekend. I could get into this jetset thing, you know. Today Leicester, tomorrow THE WORLD (or rather, BIRMINGHAM. I'm going on an away day to a new city for shopping. I hope I don't throw a tanty in Top Shop again because nothing ever fits me! Grrrrrr!) Happy Valentines, lovers. Kiss your reflections. Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+