Finding things to write about can be difficult Until you find inspiration Can I find any inspiration? KNOWS. Idleberry put a cryptic message on her last e-mail, apparently, if you follow the instructions inside the cryptic message you'd find that she's a good shag. Enough about fucks tho, I'm talking about ducks instead. I ate some last night, from my favourite Chinese restaurant on Queensway in London. The restaurant was nice, small but thriving, and they played cheesy Chinese pop tunes in the background, I was surprised to remember some of the old classics. The walls of the restaurant have a line of mirrors going right around, across the middle and you can watch yourself eating, or spy on the pretty Chinese girl sitting at the table behind you. I saw the little corner seat which I remembered was where I used to sit whenever I was going there on my own. But this time I went with friends. I also remembered how nice ducks tasted, it has been about a year since I've last had a duck. A wise old lady once told me that a good duck is worth 100 gold, when I told her I didn't have 100 gold she told me to duck off. Before getting my duck, we also went to play ice-hockey, but without the sticks, nor the puck, nor 5 big armoured men charging at my face, but that never stopped me being tackled onto the ground, by gravity. That did nothing to quench my Winter Olympics aspirations however, as I proceeded to try out figure skating and attempted that trick where you skate on one foot, and the other one where you maintain your grace whilst falling over, I needed further work on both. Stuck for ideas now I'm going to talk about transportation, like trucks, or possibly trains. Travelling on trains on Saturday nights is always fun, for they are always jammed with drunk people, there was one guy who started talking to another guy about how intriguing it was to find that the millenium bridge is slightly curved, rather than straight. Then, at the end of his train journey, he for some reason felt the need to convince me that he wasn't gay, despite carrying a pink flower with him, apparently that was for his mother. I think another person on the train decided that I looked like Grasshopper from the TV series "kung fu", and started doing a rather brilliant impression of the said martial arts master, a much better impression than I. There were also two girls who were very subtly inebriated, and started talking to everyone on the train, quite quietly, except when they gave a "big up" to the so solid crew massiv' who incidentally were on board, the "big up" was only verbal, though, rather than oral, or literal, for which I was disappointed. According to one of the girls, I had a nice scarf, and that my elegant newspaper reading posture appealed to her, I said thanks. I'm sorry this e-mail sucked. Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+