hi everyone! Returned today from my wee trip up north with da boyfiend. I thought I ought to check my e mails, as the lovely john john told me that you lot had posted something like seventy odd posts in a day. Busy bees indeed. And in a way, this post might feel like its a little too late.. I've missed the rush in some sort of way. But you know what I'm talking about. As we drove up, I was sitting in the car, as Mark drove along the M8 towards Edinburgh then to the forth road bridge. None of these details are important really though are they, but I'm trying to give you my context of how things occured, in that car, on that day. Mark got a message from his pal john on his mobile at around 2.15pm GMT. I frowned at first, with odd confusion. Then I thought "Hey, maybe it was just some military excercise, planes flying in formation, and they had just swooped too low and caught the roof of the building." You know, maybe not even a victim, just one very sore pilot.So we switched on the radio, and scowered the pop commerical and BBC radio stations for news. The first bulletin was short, like they usually are. Short bulletins usually suggest to me, that its bad, but I had no idea what had happened.. the whole scenario of it all. Then, by three oclock, the news was flooding every radio station, thick and fast, the details flowed, the rumours and scares and fears and unconfirmed reports just poured into our ears, filling our heads with frightening amounts of information... up to eleven hijacked planes.. two into the pentagon... evacuations in London.. it went on and on and on... the sound of pertrified and shock ridden voices of eye witnesses from the streets of New York, the stories of people jumping from the buildings... I don't think I need to tell you anything more, do I really. You know what happened. You've probably all heard of the Nostradamus predictions (the books are apparently all sold out, and I leant my copy of his predictions to a pal of mine), seen the TV filled with the pictures of weeping relatives, trawling the streets with their missing posters and plastering them across emergency service vehicles. And I can't imagine. The holiday itself was great, but all that time, we sat watching CNN and BBC news for details, seeing the newspaper pictures, Mark calling his pal who works at Heathrow as an air trafiic controller (Mark himself has been at Prestwick these past few months. Both he and his pal were glad to be on their holiday for all the chaos that has been going on around the airports in the UK.) I've watched countless programmes, everything from analysising George W Bush's role (or lack of role) in this incident. And I have to say, I thought the way people were so flippantly analyising him right now was quite frankly, a little bit uncalled for. I mean, who cares if right now, hes not a great spokesperson? The world trade centres have been obliterated from the skyline of New York, of course he didn't exactly have time to sit and write a speech, when he himself could be at risk, and tens of thousands of people could have died and the pentagon was targeted and people died! And for a moment, I felt sorry for him. Afterall, who would really want to be the President of The USA, right now. The best bits might be, say, having someone deliver you breakfast in bed. And not having to pay for it, or you know, perform sexual favours for it. (I'm sorry if this sounds flippantly ridiculous, but I'm in one of those odd humours at the moment, where I feel sad, and the only thing I can do is make stupid flippant comments becuase I don't know how else to react.) But when this happens, what do you do? I don't know what I would do. I think the only thing that can be done, really, is to seek out whoever did this, those directly involved, those who did this- not entire nations- to justice. You know what else has irritated me? flippant comments I overheard this morning at breakfast about "Well, now they(America) know how we feel, perhaps they'll stop providing the IRA with funds". "I think its ridiculous that they're (the American airlines) are making people throw out their shaving razors from their hand luggage. They're overreacting a bit, don't you agree?". But I have to say, these are stupid people. Stupid, ignorant people, who really ought to be ignored. And if you meet any stupid ignorant people like this, ignore them, don't get upset and into fights and arguments with them. But for all of this, you know what really really, really struck me? morethan the pictures in the paper, more than the terrifying images blitzing the news? You lot. Here I am. I can turn off the TV. I'm not apathetic to it all, you know, but in a way, its different. you lot. you really know how to make a girl come home, and find ten digests, and get that horrbile empty achy feeling deep in the depths of her belly with your words. Some angry. Some sad. Some offering comfort and touching and affectionate. But all of them shocked. And sometimes you said sorry, and said you didn't know what to say. Well, you know, I'm not there. I'm not in New York. I possibly don't have a rigfht to say this, but heres the thing, that from an almost objectional view point, seeing those posts, each one tinged ith sadness, shock, tenderness, and sorrow, fear, worries, hopes, dreams, and overwelming emotion, I thought they were very moving. I'm not there, but I thought you ought to be told. I read them all, and tried my hardest, to stay somewhere inside, that I might think "These are old posts". ****************************************************** A concern that has arisen, is how everyone has suddenly gone potty about Nostradamus, certainly in my inbox anyway. the following information has been circulating as a prediction: In the year of the new century and nine months,
From the sky will come a great King of Terror. The sky will burn at forty-five degrees. Fire approaches the great new city
In the city of york there will be a great collapse, 2 twin brothers torn apart by chaos while the fortress falls; the great leader will succumb; third big war will begin when the big city is burning On the 11th day of the 9 month, two metal birds will crash into two tall statues in the new city, and the world will end soon after. So I thought you might like to be pointed to this website, to perhaps relieve some of your worries. http://www.snopes2.com/inboxer/hoaxes/predict.htm ****************************************************** Love to all. idles. __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+