The smoking quit thing isn't going quite as planned. Too many nights in smokey, drinky venues. Right, quick thing about whats going on. Went to an indie night a week last monday with this girl I'm pals with called Sara. Had an amazing time, bumped into these blokes who knew me (one of whom I couldn't remember even though he knew every detail about me.). A fight broke out, and people got arsy, and indie boys burst into tears. People took drugs, and I played the game of being "no dear, don't fall up the stairs, you need a breath of fresh air, that would help" Oh, and saw this bloke there who works at the bookshop and looks like Stuart David. Don't know his name, but was suprised. Went to see El Hombre Trajeado, Kaito, and Sputniks Down last Thursday. Got a bit drunk and then proceeded to chat to Sputniks Down and ask why the hell they didn't leave the cosy duvet of glasgow more often. See? we don't bite. Also discovered, that although I am going to be involved in doing some sort of fanzine thing with my uni indie society (which has a crap name) I'm going to do a Murdoch (no, not literally you dirty thinkers) and I'm refusing to do interviews cos I needlessly make a prat of myself and go all gushy and gruppie- like. And you know, I'm not good at pretending to be cool like you lot and sophisticated. I'll stick to the drinking instead. Much more becoming when I start talking bullplops. Saw that little Stuart David lookalike man again. Weekend, well, you don't want to know. Oh, went for a coffee with a mate and discussed stuff that I'm not going to tell you, and resisted H+M with my switch card. Then last night, saw that little Stuart David man again at a hip hop drum'n'bass night. Decided to nickname him the little white rabbit. As in Alice In Wonderland. Cos everywhere I go, he just pops up and runs away. He seems to be a sign I think. A sign that I'm going to have fun. It was odd. It was this private party and this friend of a friend had hired it for his birthday. Saw people again who knew me. Its always the sort of vague knowing, rather than pally knowing. If you know what I mean. They know me from first year. I think most of campus did. Anyway, got drunk, moral: aftershock is ace but evil, then me and my pal wandered up stairs to see what was going on there. Very decadent in a kewl way, Miss Scarlet would surely cream her pants with joy. It looked like it would fit in with her website. Anyway, theres all these people sitting there looking like, you know, intent and stuff and interested. Nodding heads, brows furrowed with understanding and thoughtfulness in a arty bohemian way. And this music coming from the corner. Me and my pal stood looking perplexed round the room. This bloke spotted me who complimented me on my t shirt when I was at Sputniks Down gig and gave me a nod. And this music. it was like some sort of new age jazz keyboard playing. And she and I, having danced and boogied like chickens (*apparently*) to drum'n'bass and garage and whatever else have you; stood, perplexed. We noticed all this, and neither of us could control the laughter that burst forthwith from our inconsiderate mouths. It was like a blimin' funeral! Also discovered that screw Glasgow, man, we have our local indie "talent" (exception of Kaito who are crap and wannabe Elastica or Sleeper and even sang one very bis esque song that I decided to sing along to, cos I'm cool like that.) working for us on campus. Stephen Pastel in John Smiths (R.I.P)? Pah ha! we don't even have to leave the campus without having local indie types serving us. I've been wanting to write here for the past week, but I couldn't be arsed and I've got an attitude problem towards being arsed. Idles ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke we're all smoking our corduroys in our secret little b+s club- what are you doing?? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.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. 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+