TYPICAL ME, TYPICAL ME, TYPICAL ME I went to the big issue building on the south side of glasgow last night. the big issue=a magazine written and sold by homeless or almost homeless people on the streets around town. basically. there was an exhibition of work by my year that was entered in a homeless shelter design competition run by the magazine. and work from the third year from the mackintosh school. my whole year+tutors+year convener walked down in the pouring rain. there was free wine and beer. the top prize went to one of the guys in my year that I like a lot. and one of the two runner-up prizes went to another kid I like from my school. two of my friends arrived late and a sooper-thug who was at the reception wouldn't let them in. I went down stairs to go outside for a fag. as will happen on occasion. I was outside with a glass of wine. smoking. and the two kids that were refused entry came over and told me so. I was a little drunk and told them to come in with me. I attempted to re-enter. the sooper-thug wasn't having it; I had gone out; I don't get back in. I tried to explain to him that he was stupid. but not so he knew it. just that we were there for a competition run by his employers, that we shouldn't be refused. he said he didn't care. and I believe he genuinely didn't. the guy that won the competition appeared at the door inside. he didn't come out. I asked him to get my bag [I wasn't even allowed inside to retrieve that]. I should have asked him to get our convener to come and talk some sense to the guy. but I didn't think of it. I was drunk, rite. so. I was a little cheeky to the bloke. but no more than he deserved. we decided to go to a pub and wait for the others to finish. as we walked past the reception I jumped up at the window. the guy had his back to me. but. I suspect by way of some close-circuit televisual technology. he were able to see me. he ran out and wanted to be having some sort of fite with me. I tried again to explain that he wasn't a very nice person. he gave up and left. we went to a pub and I drank some more. people started leaving. we walked back by the building. I peeked in the door. I was quite drunk by this time and thought that I=clever. or something. so I SNAPPED the gonk wif my new camera. he gave chase! I ran! I tripped! I fell... I got scraped and dislocated my knee. the bloke showed none compassion. relieved me of my camera. and left me. he wanted the film from it or something. but it's one of these digital ones. innit. I think he stole one of the batteries instead. my convener got the camera back from him. I was drunk, yeah. I hobbled to another pub. mistook gallacher and lyle for foster and allen; big mistake. hobbled back to my flat. woke up this morning with rather different looking knees. one considerably more SWELLED than the other. I got to go to a hospital and be x-rayed. I have crutches & shit. I have dislocated or almost a few times before. but. y'know. it's inconvenient. AND IF YOU THINK PEACE IS A COMMON GOAL THAT GOES TO SHOW HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW gilmer=gone shockah. I doubt Jimmy could ever be Just Jimmy. he's so much more. or something. more like Just William. in my eyes. he thinks he isn't famous. I don't blame him for having to just get out of this town. now. he always has some sort of advice or insight to share. or something. I always find myself disbelieving it was actually all typed. as there usually is an awful lot. not just a lot. he has a vast number of opinions too. and isn't afraid to use them. how I love opinions. how I love opinions? rather a lot. HAIL AND FAREWELL MONSIEUR GILMER. elise j. spry seemed lovely. I'm sure I will hear how she is doing from time to time. somehow. as for my czech republic trip that I mentioned last time. and once before that. I still don't know what goes on. perhaps a week tomorrow I'll be going. if I'm in any state to. I met two kids from brno last night. if I don't get to go: belle and sebastian concerts [sold out already?], ATP [sold out now?], a new jim o'rourke album, a few others. I wish I knew. do we have any czechs on the list? if not. maybe we should implement some. mandee wright's last post got her two crush votes? perhaps this will cost me two. rachel playforth said "see you then!". I don't think she was talking to me. I saw isobel campbell on buchanan street during the week. I think she saw me first though. I told myself I could follow her. wherever she was going. she was probably telling herself the same thing. about herself. I saw william salt leaving the grassmarket during the week. he was deep in thot. didn't see me 'til I shouted 'there is william salt!'. he was polite. 'paisley' told me she won't post again until alasdair cook does. I'd like to resolve to do the same. all my plans! ruined! or, at least, some of them! messed up a bit! love, richard. really. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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