Ink Polaroids are alright, but in this electronic medium (which go nowhere near ink), I think they should be renamed e-instamatics. Here's a couple from me. The first one is off my class photo being taken. It's a cold and windy day, and we had to stand around for 10 minutes while the other class had their photo taken, and we're all a bit fed up by now. We're standing on a slight hill outside the department in three rows. Kathy's still a bit upset because Rod M threw a worm at her. Most of us in the back row have smiles on our faces, cause Steven G has just stood up again after falling over when the photographer asked him to step to the right a bit. The photographer is just about ready to take the photo, and has just counted '3..2..1..' When he got to two, though, Charles whipped out a pair of those comedy Groucho Mark glasses+nose+moustache things and is holding it above his face. The photographer doesn't seem to have noticed. This next one is off the queue for the autoteller in the Grassmarket in Edinburgh at about 12:15 on a Friday night. There's nine people in the queue. Using the machine is two burly looking blokes who are swearing at it for not giving them any money. Behind them are three girls who are freezing cold due to being underdressed for the Edinburgh night. Dave is behind them, wishing he was still in the pub. And behind him is a guy and two girls, none of whom seem to really know each other, but give the appearance of a drug deal in progress. Near the front of the queue is an old bloke trying to sell copies of the next morning's Daily Record. Sean is trying to explain to him that this is a bad place to try and sell the paper, becuase anyone in the queue is only going to have tenners on them, so aren't going to have any change to buy a paper, and besides, if they're taking money out, they're probably about to go to a pub or club, and aren't going to want to take a newspaper with them. Right... having got that out of my system... On Thu, 2 Apr 1998, jon g. wrote:
What people like Rod Begbie don't understand when they say
In my considered opinion, da Spiceys ROOL! is that people our age and below genuinely like the Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys etc like we like B&S, whereas people like Rod only like them as a joke. It is a joke, isn't it? It must be. It can't be true.
If it was a joke, would I have spent �19.50 on a ticket for the show tomorrow night? No, I seriously do like The Spice Girls. For far too long, girls have had the monopoly on teeny-bop bands. I've watched jealously as my sister and her friends headed off to Take That concerts with their "Show Us Your Knobbie, Robbie" banners, and coming back with their stories about meeting the band at their hotel or at the airport. Now it's my turn. I'm going to go tomorrow, and dance and jump and scream and sing and just generally let make a tit of myself whilst surrounded by schoolgirls (which isn't a bad way to spend an evening by any stretch of the imagination). It will be exciting. It will be fun. No, it won't be deep, meaningful or 4 REAL, but it *will* be something quite unsurpassable, I am sure. Full review on Monday. On Thu, 2 Apr 1998, Lesley Higgins wrote:
"oh you canny push yer granny off a bus you canny push yer granny off a bus no you canny push yer granny cos she's yer mammy's mammy, no you canny push yer granny off a bus"
I liked The Singing Kettle's version of this, which finished with the chorus "you can shove yer other granny off the bus, you can shove yer other granny off the bus, you can shove yer other granny, cause she's yer daddy's mammy, you can shove your other granny off the bus." Oh, and Debbie, I love Dazed & Confused, I just couldn't place the quote when I was sat at my terminal. All I could picture was some American slackerish-style movie, and all I'd managed to acheive was that I knew it wasn't The Breakfast Club. Serves me right for being a smart-arse, really. You know how Hugh Grant was in that film about four weddings and a funeral? Well, Richard E Grant's made a film about four dogs and a blackbird. It's called (all together now) Spiceworld The Movie. A woman goes into a pub and asks the barman for a 'double entendre', so he gives her one. Later, peeps! Rod. Rod Begbie @ http://www.begbie.com | +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Sporty, Posh, Baby, Ginger, Scary. In that order. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------