so, i'm back at work after losing my heart (and my ring, and my dignity) in london. the gig at brixton was as people have reported really. i didn't enjoy it quite as much as the albert hall, perhaps because the band, although cheery in a slightly manic way, did seem tired. i knew how they felt. and forgetting the lyrics of your two opening numbers is a bit hard to forgive. but there were some lovely moments, chris and stevie looked gorgeous, and isobel even laughed a few times. meanwhile (or rather, before), the pre-gig picnic was an international festival of fun. dimitra, rachel sunnyset, the boy greg, bapps, the YSM (sam, stuart, chris and feathertara), jim (of the purple breeches), ian (sans st peter), liz daplyn, hannah brown, sarahs GS and beckett, (lord?) anthony and richard, plus assorted americans, italians, greeks and spaniards all variously cavorted and lolled in green park. some of us were unfortunate enough to be drawn into greg's evil power trip (cunningly disguised as a card game). liz sneered at my screw-top wine. i sneered back at her powerpuff girl tumblers. we went round the circle and said our names like it was an AA meeting. sam informed us that the lyrics to 'the model' are masquerading as a westlife song on the internet. and it's true! (http://www.marcolino.com/w/westlife/4.htm l). also, everyone was far too louche to play football. and i did like them so :) later the pub floor creaked under the weight of the sinister (now genuinely) massive. money and tickets changed hands. our punning skills were tested to the limit in the 'kenchu-ry of fakers' sticker game. (though as the tentacles spread, how much longer can we really call it a game...?) we explained the meaning of 'twat'. on the train home i sat next to some people who'd just been to see south pacific. they were all about 65, yet were even more flushed and excited than i was in my post-gig euphoria. i left my ken chu sticker and an empty pringles tube on the train for them as a fair summary of my day. i slept like a baby. luv archel xxx ps. richard raskolnikov is fascinated by cars. stuart murdoch loves his. i resent and fear them, or rather their drivers. i don't see why i should be made to feel like the guilty party if i cross a road a little precipitously when the other party is approaching in A MASSIVE METAL BOX ON WHEELS. in what way do pedestrians (or cyclists) have the upper hand in a road situation??? ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords@bigfoot.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. 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+