Hello, First off Brighton. Is there a particular hotel like in Peter's dream which is going to be graced with a Sinister collective over the weekend or are people just making their own plans, bunking round each others' homes? If the latter's the case then I need a place to stay!!, I'm quite skinny, you could just fold me up and tuck me in a corner somewhere! I've done what could be a foolish thing, lent my B&S CDs to someone who doesn't care. Within the hour TBWTAS was drunkenly swiped off the table to smash open on the grimy pub floor 'oopps!' Just about restrained from screeching like a banshee and diving to its aid whilst she rubbed it further into the grit-stridden carpet before getting a hold. Steven M Rhodes wrote:
Last week I was making a cup coffee and after pouring in the milk, I had this momentary lapse of reason and instead of putting the milk back in the fridge, I put it in the cupboard. Have you ever done this?
I did a similar thing but with a cup of tea made from cold tap water rather than hot kettle water, stared at the milky white emulsion as it rose thinking 'why is this not brown?'. According to Jill this is a sure sign of infatuation, the morning after she thought herself first in love she spent five minutes trying to cram a box of Shreddies into her fridge, 5 minutes is quite a long time to be in a daze esp. when she starts removing blocks of cheese and the like from the fridge to make room for cereal. The same day she walks into school with a pepper pot lodged in a coat pocket. My friends are currently working hard on the equation teabag + cold water=? Despairingly their answers have nick-names like Hairy Baz "no don't meet him it'll put you off!" Brave face, brave face... Right, I'll admit it to 1,500 strangers instead of 4 close friends mainly 'cause I get the feeling you'd understand better when I say I think it is love but the guy is pale and gangly and shy and cares about nothing but music. At least I thought he was shy, that was one of the 'must be love' moments (don't really know as no prior experience) when along came the mortification of seeing him happy and comfy with a girl with pretty hair who you hate all the more because she seems so nice. So it wasn't shyness towards me so much as it was a kind of polite contempt. If this was a soap opera you'd be groaning at the old predictable plot, thankfully it took me an hour rather than several episodes to figure out she was his sister but it left me shaken at just how badly I'd reacted. Now all his actions round me are hesitant and ambiguous whilst mine to him are clumsy and make me cringe when making tea. Oh now look what I've gone and wrote, I'll send it now before I sleep on it and see it for the stupid, self-indulgent tripe it really is. Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+