Hello again sinister, It's not normal for me to post twice without vanishing from peoples' inboxes and memories in the meantime. So I had better make my rule-bending justified. Here goes... I'm leaving the country*. *For those of you that are in the UK, I'm leaving your country. For those in Australia, I'm re-entering your country. And for those in the rest of the world, I'm leaving one and entering another. Simple as that. Right, the point? I'm sure I had one before... Oh yeah, as I'm leaving/returning/other soon I think it's time to organise some leaving/returning/other picnics and happenings to celebrate/mourn/other. Glasgow - I'll be up for the last time in a while on the afternoon of the 14th June and returning to London on the 16th June, so the idea that has been bounced about is to have a picnic/meet-up/piss-up/piss-off starting at Kelvinbridge underground at 2pm on Saturday 15th June. Anyone that wants to come along to that is more than welcome, even if you have no clue as to who I am, or why you should/shouldn't care. Anyone who's not sure about timing, place, etc and wants to suggest/discuss other details drop me an email off list and I can tell you where to go. London - Other than the plethora of regular shindigs that happen in this most happening of happening cities, there shall be a final for the Sinister Bowling League 2001/02 season (well I'm calling it the final as it's the last one I'm attending, and without me and Mr Apps to assist in organising, where will you be!?) on the 22nd June. At this stage I'm open for times and the choice of venues is probably between Hollywood Bowl and Queensway. The final decision will probably depend on the number of people attending and whether or not anyone wants to ice skate, so get those responses in quick smart to avoid the disappointment of your preferences being completely ignored. Oh yeah, I guess one or two of you might want to know when I'm leaving (celebratory drinks, wakes, etc). I'm flying out on the 23rd June, around midday apparently. I'm not sure about the details, I just let my (travel) agent sort these things out for me. Well, I guess I should stop this post being entirely self-indulgent wank, and put something of vague relevance in here too. Hmmm, trying to think of something applicable. Well, there was a lovely picnic on Primrose Hill on Saturday. Many people where in attendance, all of whom I should be able to name but can't. So, as to ensure everyone present and correct is offended and not just a few willy-nilly-would-be-picknickers, I'll refrain from attempting to list anyone altogether. Glad we got that sorted out then. Contrary to the rule applied to alcohol consumption at Sinister picnics (which is something like "The number of attendees multiplied by 82 equals the number of units consumed per person in the entirety of the outing") There was a definite lack of true drunkenness and debauchery (though that could be read as "Jeremy was sober and single") by the standards set at previous picnics. A gaping hole in our communal planning was highlighted when no footballs were found to be in the possession of picnic-goers. A crisis was averted however when a dispatch was sent to remedy the shortcomings of the group ("You said you were bringing one!" "No I didn't...that was last week!" etc etc). To put a longwinded story out of breath, we offered a match to some chaps sitting in our vicinity and thus negated the need for a ball of our own (this didn't stop the ball arriving in our absence of course). We lost (well I say "we", but as I played for the other team to make up numbers , I managed to be on the winning side. I must add, the victory was in no way mine. If anything, I assisted Sinister by playing for the opposition!), but all seemed to have fun in the sun regardless. 'Twas a bit of a balmy afternoon in the end though, and before long the collective of sweet indie boys (sic) were a rabble of sweating and gasping indie boys with nothing to show for their effort but the bitter taste of defeat and a sparkling clean football to be kept as a "communal list ball", for next time I assume. Anyhow, the rest of the day/evening/night was a somewhat standard affair of pub, noodle house and discussions of the merits of Buffy vs Harry Potter. Apparently people slept together (or stayed together, one of the two) later that night, but I was not lucky enough to get lucky. So...well...umm...yeah...I think that's my cue to wind this up and go home (literally). I'll see some of you soon, some of you later and some of you never. Take care all. Love Jeremy ps. To anyone who considers posting reviews/right-ups/reports of picnics/shindigs/gigs in the future. Please remember this one as an example of how not to do it. Instead, read one of ken's, he'll enlighten you if you ask him nicely. -------------------------------- http://www.breams.co.uk Home of all things breamsy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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