this was composed on sat night, by Alix and myself after the first London picnic, but due to our inebriated state we were unsuccessful in our attempt to send it. (I had an excuse as I had to numb the pain from my ankle with whisky macs) anyway, our pathetic attempt:
dear sinister
hello, rather drunken report of the picnic on primrose hill, it was a picnic, we
ate pringles, as one has to, and whinged about having to walk bloody miles just to use the loo, and played football, and miss vicky hurt her ankle and she still limping.
if i was a doctor id do something, but i'm not. after all the football fun we retired
to a pub and got drunker. what fun. now, being complete saddoes, we're writing to you. though, if we were more sober this certainly wouldnt have occurred and were
going to regret it. but i'm sure we'll be able to laugh merily at the miriad spelling
errors that ive managed to produdfe. ive been correcting a lot too, so you dont knoe the halkf of it. we've been listeing to a PROPEr tigermilk. be jealous, else i kill you. anyway, enough now. we're going to eat bacon for breakfats with mayyonnaise
abd maustard. not right now though, thats just plain silly. we can wait until morning,
oh yeh.
byebye love vicky and alix
I have to remind you that I had nothing to do with the typing, as I was lying in agony next to Alix, and you *really* should have seen the typos she corrected. Anyway, Sunday was good fun, although people were rather more sedate and quieter, wonder why.... and we got chucked out of the Spread Eagle, the traditional haunt for after the alcohol has run out on Primrose Hill, cos we didn't all have ID, but I got asked for it, and I'm really old, so I made a point of loudly saying, wow, how cool being asked for ID at 24, and he scrutinised my ID, as if I was lying about my age. But it was lovely to meet lots and lots of new faces, and to anyone that I promised a tape to but didn't deliver, send me an email and I'll sort out popping them in the post An happy belated birthday to Sam, who got us discount on our food and then was going to go hungry cos he didn't have enough money to himself some, silly sausage. And I got time off work cos my ankle's so bad, on the first day I get paid sick leave, after 6 months employment, which sounds a bit dodgy I know, but I will proudly show them the bruise when I return to work, whenever :) Tigermilking on Friday 13th August, upstairs at the Garage. Don't forget Vic xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+