so it's vd day again. it's a problem for me. i mean, disapproving of everything valentine's day stands for is kind of normal and healthy if you're a bitter single person, but what are you meant to do with your cynicism and disapproval when you're in a warm supportive bed, i mean relationship? it surely appears heartless to the object of your lurve if you say you don't believe in it and flatly refuse to give them a card (let alone a trip to paris as bestowed on my housemate by her beau - huh, he never took ME to paris when we were going out...) principles and romance just don't mix, that's the ultimate conclusion. speaking of principles, i find the title of the manics' new single (or one of them) ironic. arguably, james dean bradfield in fact *lost* his soul circa 1996. being the first 'western' band to play in cuba also just strikes me as a giant wanky photo opportunity, 5 residents of havana plus 89 british music journalists, 46 invited celebrities and 20 competition winners. well, maybe i'm not really such a cynic as all that. i actually like 'this is my truth...', but i wouldn't fight in a civil war for it. having read james thorn-in-the-side's wonderful last post, it strikes me that everyone should just stop snogging, or dreaming about snogging, or pretending to want to snog mark casanova, so he can have time to actually start posting again. as laura llew can probably now testify, it's tiring being a sinister heart-throb. not that i'd know - men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses (or ones with actual real prescription lenses at least.) mind you, i have just stupendously proved my indiegrrl credentials by sticking a picture of my kitten (before she became a neurotic, agoraphobic, jaded fully grown cat) on my monitor. i relate to johnjohn's adoration of his dog's eyes. i look at portia (don't ask), staring out of the picture with utter innocence and charm, untainted by sex, death, religion or politics, and nothing is bad. even limp bizkit. oh, i long for a time when wizards were narrow, foxes were pine, and berries were idle. i'm handing in my notice tomorrow. YAY! no longer do i get rigorously fucked by a company which claims to raise funds for charity but has clearly never heard that charity begins at home. instead i'll be working in a language school and explaining how to kommen am bahnhof to foreign students in neon baseball caps. now i'm off to watch john hughes films and eat maltesers, which is how this house has voted to spend valentine's eve. luv archel xxx *************************************** Rachel Playforth 'She may not be famous, but she's right' - Homer Simpson For the best in new writing on the web, visit www.buzzwords.org.uk Contact us on buzzwords@bigfoot.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+