[continued from a couple of weeks ago well, talking about slackers] The sun rose though the curtains and spread its light on the very comfortable floor of Capt. Archel cabin. It was the sign of a calm day of sunlight over the rocky Brighton shore. The perfect day to discover the treasure of the sinister crew. We had maps, we had colourful rocks, and we had tarots and coffee bottoms, to read. Just, how? Well, doesnt really matter. Anyway, there was no clear indication on any of them, for as far as I was concerned, of where the rusty coffin full of shiny golden coins (?) was hidden we walked down the street all the morning, here and there, looking for better jackets, space age souvenirs, sixties cheesy music and finally we got into a sort of place loaded with STUFF, covered in two inches of dust, which made it possibly even more fashionable in its out-of-fashion scenario: talking about typewriter (wow!), super 8 video (double wow), robot-head shaped TV and radio (classy) and gramophones ( cheesy) isnt that, all in all, a fortune of war which would have make Ali Baba and the other forty good fellow he used to hang around with, pretty much envy? Id say so. After having shared the silver in between the four of us, waved goodbye Ms. and Mr. Archel, and embarking on a journey back to our homes and wives (??????), we, and for that I mean myself and the pleasant company of Mr. Ascombe, decided to have a picnic, yep, another one, just by the seashore it sounds so much as a good plan. The sun was shining and wind was blowing and waves were high on the peers. There was enough food and a barrel of rum in the hold, but then the unpredictable happened Ive lost oh so many things in my life, glasses, shoes, umbrellas, books, records, jumpers, coats, Ive lost my love and Ive lost my pride, but, never before has happen Ive lost my booze!!! I suppose that only the combination of Mr. Ascombe and me could have result in such a conspicuous disaster. Mind he is organising a picnic this week It once happened to get to midlands and sinisterly enough we manage to loose or destroy in between the two of us two cameras, a phone and a cd player something else I forgot well, might be destroy is a bit of a rocknroll act, really we flooded them in Ribena juice: nice. I only fell asleep on the bus though we all know that running of city buses for a hobby is rather sad. Hence, look after your goods when hes around, BUT he is one of the most lovely people Ive ever met, and it was at a magic roundabout in green park before Belle and Sebastian played the Brighton academy. Ive met a lot of lovely people actually on that occasion, some of them I love more then I can tell, and it was the first time Ive ever seen B&S play, was it just a coincidence? (is it any sort of content? Im amazed) well, it was just a long sentence to say come and meet us in the park, it might be loads of fun, and the spring has much definitely bloomed a! nd Ian is coming all the way down from Birmigham, do you want to leave hinm alone in the park with myself??? That would be rather sinister! And I dont know what to add more Hope you all are well and have had a nice time over Easter (about myself I drunk more beer then Brian Lara scored runs, is it a world record? Too many questions?) love stefano #~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# When you sleep do you see an angel in dying light Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight Or maybe you've seen someone somewhere before that I might have loved if i'd never loved you but you only see me in bad dreams +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+