dear Sinister, silly me forgot to put a subject on my last post, so here it is: ***trolley cars & rain & bungee jumping*** last night, my friend and i went on our second little/big walk together. the last time, i took him on the round d*n*wa*l walk but it wasnt really, because we only walked a wee section of what the authentic walk takes you, and we made up a little tour of our own. we walked down to the firth and looked at the water and hills and sheep far away, and i was trying to make him take in how gorgeous the scenery is, but he wasnt really taking much of it; he was concentrating on getting stuff off his chest. which was the same exercise as yesterday evening. i took him a different walk, up the hill which at the back of the town. its a really steep climb, and then we got to the top, and we just sat and got our breath back, and he was telling me of the things that was messing his head: a girl he couldnt have, and then another girl too who he was confused about, but he was just wanting someone to like him. he was describing his jealousy in the other boys who would kiss these girls and flirt, although he didnt name it jealousy he didnt name it anything but confusion. so i told him it was jealousy; i was feeling exactly the same. we decided wed walk for another while, since it wasnt really uphill anymore, but horizontal along the hill. i wanted to show him this really wee village hall that i was at during a party. it is so wee, you can imagine idlewild rocking its roof off, like they probably did in portree... it turned out by the time we got there, wed already walked 4 œ miles, and the sun was beginning to set, we were in the middle of nowhere. so we decided to just keep walking. eventually, the road would have taken us to my sisters, and she could drive us home before we the bears & wolves & pixies came out to dance. the sunset last night was one of the most amazing ive seen. before the road started to descend, the sky was a mixture of light pink and purple, with the fluffy clouds looking like scrumptious marshmallows: all funny coloured, and slightly fuzzy round the edges. the more we walked, the brighter the pink became, until it started to look neon. the purple made way for the fluorescent rose, and the marshmallow melted, stretching and expanding across the sky, but only in a relatively thin band; theres only so much marshmallow. we got to my sisters, and she was really surprised at getting a tap at her window. she doesnt usually have brothers walking 8 miles to tap her window. she gave us a drink. because we were thirsty (we lightly jogged the last mile) and took us home. theres so much more i could say about last night, and other things but this is a mailing list.. im a bit wary about posting this much... so i wont again in a while. yours embarrassingly, john x _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+