this morning I awoke rather late and was forced to make haste in order to catch the bus. I'd overslept by an hour or so, I blame it on fatuige from the night before when I stayed up untill all hours playing solitaire while listening to my first-edition vinyl copy of tigermilk as well as bits from piper at the gates of dawn. I thought that this was very twee and was delighted to have some material to send to the sinister list. It's quite rare for me to write, I'm the victim of a shyness that is criminally vulgar and it's a great accomplishment for me to venture out into the world, even if that world is a belle and sebastian list on the internet. Well, back to my story. I was distraught at the thought of being late for my job at the cardigan shop. I was afraid that my tardiness might cause my coworkers to speak to me, or prehaps question me, which is somenthing I mortally fear. As I rode on the bus I saw a beautiful girl in the next isle. She looked like Isobel and she might have been though i'll never know, for a sickening fear came over me and drove me to hide in the back of the bus. She was still there when it was my time to get off, so I ran past her seat looking straight ahead to avoid her gaze. A dreadful thing happened as I departed the bus. My sweater caught in the door. I was panic striken as the bus began to drive off, ripping my sweater to shreads and knocking me flat onto the ground. I was a bit flustered and was falling into a daze. The only thing that kept me awake for those first five minutes was the sense of loss I felt for my sweater. I know it's summertime and a sweater can get rather hot, but I am more than happy to take on the hardship associated with my twee uniform. I couldn't fight off unconciousness for long though, and soon I was passed out on the street in a well of my own tears. I dreamt of stuart m and isobel hovering over me like angels as a delightful b+s cover of "another brick in the wall" played in the background. It was a beautiful dream and almost made the unconciousness worthwhile. I began to come to but was still dazed and dissoriented. But then, like an angel out of the heavens a man picked me up and helped me to a taxi cab. It was morrisey. I was overcome with joy and very much wanted to thank him, but my fear of speaking to strangers kept me mute. Morrisey walked off as I quiveringly gave my address to the driver. I'd given up the idea of working that day. I really should have called the cardigan shop to tell them what had occoured but was, yet again, stifled by fear. I contented myself to spend the say at home eating popsickles, listening to tigermilk (which is my favorite b+s album though i don't like that electronic renaissance track, it reeks of an attempt at innovation). If I can muster up the courage I may go down to the park to look for sid barrett. Goodbye all, have a wonderfully twee day +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+