Oh hello there, Hope everything is groovin' like my bum grooves to "Dirty Dream". I really do. I thought I'd compile a list of 20 things that do absolutely nothing for me, but after 1 I couldn't be bothered. 1) er... boring stuff So instead I'll tell you all about Hastings. I know, in comparison to chopping up my chopper, it's a bit boring, but I'm sure it's going to be just as painful. You see, I am VISITING THE INLAWS (to be). I've put it off for a long time, mainly because it's just so far away from me, in Darlington. The lovely Theresa Lovely (if you split that up a bit and stick an apostrophe in the right place you get "There's a lovely") wants me to go there as we're getting married and i should meet her ma. <dreamy looking back in the past wibbly screen thing> I don't like girlfriends parents. I have an ex girlfriend (oh yes, I'm not just popular now, I've been popular for ages) and she (Debi) was pregnant. Debi had to go to hospital overnight for some tests as she was getting pains. Unfortunately her mother turned up while I was the only one in the house. Debi was due back, but we didn't know when. Well, I offered a cup of tea or coffee, and she declined. We sat opposite the coffee table to each other. Saying nothing. Silence. . . . Silence. . . Total quiet. I could hear her breathing. . . . In the end I was going crazy. I needed to say something, and all I could think of doing was playing a game of cards/draughts/chess, or something. I thought it through. If I offered a game, would she think I was mad? I mulled it over, and you know that theory that if youy repeat things 3 times they become true, well that's what my brain was doing during the painful silence "Would you like to play a game?" I said. As soon as I openend my mouth I knew it sounded wierd. She said no, looked shocked and shortly after she left. So it wasn't all bad. /<dreamy looking back in the past wibbly screen thing> Let's get back to Hastings... So, when I'm not toying with the edge of the table cloth, and beads of nervous sweat are not forming on my brow, and I'm not wracking my brains to think of something to say other than "That Harold chap had it bad down here in 1066 didn't he?" I think I'll go out. Anyone know of any places in Hastings to go? Just think, you could have skipped the whole damned email until you got to that sentence. Ah well, Let's hope you all have a lovely Midsummers day, and party all night and watch the sunrise with someone you love. Paul _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+