I know I've posted already, but you've been good, so I thought I'd reward you with another in ooh, under 24 hours. Plus, this is for the non picnic goers, who I guess are sitting there thinking "god, why can't I go to one of idleberry's picnics? [not realising this is the first i've sort of made noises about beforehand- I don't think "organise" is the correct term here] its not fair!". I know you're hurting. This post is dedicated to you. well, unfortunately, I'm going to have to pre empt myself and apologise. someone on the list has been draining me, not in a bad way nor intentionally. But draining me. And all my best thoughts (the ones which I mentally memo "save this idea for later, for sinister") are given to this person, and now, when i sit here, I know two things: a. I can't write it again, I'll get bored of myself if i do; b. I could never write it as well as i think i did; c. who really wants second hand posts? But I'm in the "writing" mood. THINGS SEEM TO BE GOING HORRIBLY WRONG. well, I had a cool plan for friday. and now its cancelled. And I'm gutted Gordon isn't joining us on Saturday, and instead has taken a better offer. I didn't realise there could *be* a better offer, but I shall have to hire someone else to be my wall, should i need to check my reflection. I am really upset by all of this. I'm getting my hair cut on Friday morning, and I'm desperate (read: very desperate) for someone to see me who isn't related to me and tell me just how cool I look. I even bought new clothes at the weekend, and I new handbag, which I lay in my bed, gazing at it next to me, stroking its cool bits, and thinking "I need a car to go with my new handbag". Just stroking- nothing kinky. I guess if you don't do that, it might sound a bit odd. I just find it ver difficult to find material possessions I really like a lot. And when it comes to certain things, I get really happy about finding them. I think last year, I had �25 in my bank account, and nothing more. I had no money for anything. So I bought a new handbag, and phoned my dad for a lift home. It was either that or pay for the train, and really, this handbag last year was cool. I'd walked around for days, imagining what this handbag would be like. And then one day in May this year, I had overfilled it with guitar stuff, and the strap broke, and I was gutted. Besides which, it was a pain carrying my broken bag and my guitar around on buses and such. So it was bye bye old handbag, buy buy new handbag. ITS JUST NOT TRUE Bourjois Coup de Theatre mascara doesn't lengthen at all. Its not true. It doesn't work. I've paid over �8 for something that doesn't work. Pfft. I'm going back to my old brand. Loreal, forgive me. I like bourois lipgloss and eyeshadow, bu not their mascara, I have decided. Still, it does look like a magic wand, and thats kind of cool. Why can't good products be in cool packaging? I'm such a sucker for packaging. Oooh! shiny! ooh! japanese style cartoons on it! ooh! funny french formula words! ooh! nice carboard boxes and little clips and things that make it like a little secret locket like when i was a kid and wanted to find princess treasure or whatever! ooh! the words "Salon tested".. its got to improve my life, help me loose weight and become startlingly gorgeous, and have paparazzi follow me and beauty editors writing page features called "Steal her look" with photos of ME all over it! I wish the things I do use and that are very good were more imaginative and excitingly packaged. Take Toni and Guy shampoo- in the squishy kwenchy kup/ blood transfusion style packs- that is soo much cooler than Pantene Pro V. Its also twice the price. And its not nearly as good. But Pantene pro v bottles are so boring. I want something that has like, half a bottles worth of PR; a box (and it better be good quality cardboard too): and something that sounds as if its so expensive, its the most incredible luxury you could indulge yourself in. If i wanted a bog standard white bottle with like two lines of "it cleans your hair" type promoting, I'd have a sex change. NOT SAYING BLOKES CAN'T APPRECIATE SPARKLY EXCITING THINGS. but *most* blokes I know just use whatever shampoo happens to be in the bathroom at the time, or whatever their mum/dad uses without thinking too much about it. Pantene Pro V bottles are like the company car family saloons of the shampoo world, to me. Your ford mondeos, or your vauxhalls. And I like cars with character: like fiat 500s, and MX-5s, and Saab 900s, and the new clio. And I like shampoo bottles with character too. talking of fiat 500s... the reason I've started thinking about the fiat 500 is this: * I went to my pal Susan's flat in Denistoun in glasgow a few weeks ago. * She was playing Lush, the album with "Shake Baby Shake" on it, and I vaguely remember that being about the fiat 500.And its a catchy song. *And now when I go through to Edinburgh, on the train, and go past Dalry and Gorgie, theres a lane on the left hand side of the track, and theres a row of nice town houses/ flats. And they face the bank of the train track, and theres this iron wrought fence. And theres always a little fiat 500 sitting there, next to the iron fence, at the top of the bank above the train track. An I just think about it sometimes, and I always look out for it, as if I need to say hello. Today was different though. Today I made a man laugh, and that felt good. I was sitting on the train, chatting to Jonesy, an old school pal of mine. I came to the conclusion, life would be far more interesting, if, as an administrator,I could file things in multi coloured folders, and start a new folder following the sequence of the colours of the rainbow. Of course, if i did that at the parliament, the country would be in a certain degree of chaos and you know, things might go wrong and nothing would work properly and stuff. So its as well I don't. But i thought, well, you know, wouldn't it be lovely to be a temp and walk into an office where everything was filed by colour? how colourful that office would be. Nobody would feel down in the dumps, surely, in a rainbow office? And you'd feel happier. And it would be so much easier to know what to fil things under. Anyway, while I was suggesting this, and Jonesy looking vaguely panic stricken about it, I noticed some houses next to Haymarket. Their back garden looks onto the train track, and its an old tennemant block. And its on the left side too. I love looking in the windows of it. Theres one window, with about three rows high of CDs, and I often wonder who lives there and what CDs they are. They must be an interesting person though, to be interested in music. Unless its geek boy computer games. Anyway, I sort of said out loud: "I love looking into peoples windows, I know its rude..." and one of the other commuters heard me, this balding man in a suit and tie, sitting typing something on his laptop. And he just burst out laughing. And that was cool. Cos he said "I know exactly what you mean". Which hopefully he means to those little peeping tom moments into peoples omes from the train, rather than literally, a scary sort of peeping tom thing. Jonesy and me giggled to each other, and wondered what else people had listened to. Cos we talk pretty frankly, me and jonesy, about everything. And we forget other people are there, or aware of us discussing the things we think of. Like Jonesy telling me his German mistake. He took a tour of german exchamge students round dynamic earth last year and tried to impress them about going through 13 million years.. but instead of "going through", he said "durchfall" which means diaorehea in german, and they were in hysterics apparently, of 13 million years of it. So Jonesy left the foreign languages to them. now I've run out of things to say, but I hope its ok. see you at the picnic if i see you, if not, don't worry, gordon isn't going now so it won't be very good really. Love, idles xxx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. 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