I went to Wales today, for a job interview in Newport. I'd forgotten Wales existed. The Alpha Line darted past ruminating sheep, sheltering in shadows, and terraced houses whose gardens were impossibly full of rusty cars. They must have driven them through the kitchen. The interview went well, and now I'm worried I might have got the job. You see, when I went for it I assumed I wouldn't, and now I don't know. Suddenly things have become daunting. I'll have to stop sitting around all day and become a working man. I'll have to polish my shoes every day and grow a moustache and buy a walking-stick umbrella. Oh Lord! It's very scary. Then I arrived home and my sister's goldfish had died. It hadn't been eating properly and had been looking peaky for days. I'd say it had been looking "green around the gills" but it hadn't. So it had been swimming around that morning, unhappy but alive, then when I arrived home it was swimming on its side, without moving its fins, or breathing - or living for that matter. I put it in a cornflakes box and gave it a dignified burial in the bin. My sister's in New Zealand, so she doesn't *have* to know. I can always pretend it's still alive - "How's the goldfish?" "Oh, you know, swimming." "Oh that's good." It's not like it ever did much else. But I don't think I could handle the guilt. So Belle and Sebastian *have* to release their new single soon to take my troubles away. The only thing that would make me happier would be a photo of Ken Chu's bare bottom. But even the Pope couldn't afford one of those. I'm not coming to the picnic on Saturday because I'm working. But I might climb onto the roof of the shop with a cheese sandwich and pretend I'm there. At least that way I can pretend I'm good at football. love Robin 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+