Introduction I am Alan Whyte, this is my first post, though I've been on Sinister for about a year. I enjoy reading the posts, but can't be bothered/don't have time to post (I am very lazy). I am 19 and from a small mining town south west of Glasgow called Chadville. I love B&S (obviously) Hefnet.com, Magentics, Tindersticks, S-Club 7 and the Red Bull Dosers. My favourite posters are JenOwl, KenChu and my best friend/hero Danny. I also like David Howie who lives in the same town as me, but he hasn't posted "since afore Christmas" (Copyright Craig Leitch 2000). Ken Chu is my personal hero (apart from Danny, Trip Fontaine, Beans, Hayman and Ricky Fitz) after seeing him at the Glasgow picnic sliding down a helter-skelter with a bottle of vodka and a can of red bull in hand. His band (the Red Bull Dosers) are grate, everyone should listen to them (he is not paying me to say these things). Below is a short story about Danny, more will follow about me and my other friends. Danny - Danny is immune to dobberitis. He got a jag for it at school. It was sore and hurted him for ages. Mummy kissed it better and the nurse gave him a lollypop. Danny likes lollies, they taste grate. Today he went to feed the ducks, cause they will be hungry cause they dont have money to go to the chip shop when they cant get fish in the winter. The ponds all freeze up and people go on it and fall down, and he laughs, but only for a wee while cause Danny knows he wouldnt laugh if it happened to him. His bum would hurt and he wouldnt be able to sit down. As Danny grew older, he realised that this lesson would help him throughout his life. He thought he could be a better person and learn to love. Danny sat alone at night and watched the stars because they sparkled like nice sparkly things. They reminded him of the eyes of the girl he adored. This kept him awake at night and made him think that life was not the painstaking process he had once believed it to be. On Monday morning Danny glanced at the cuckoo clock and his heart started to beat so hard he thought it might burst through his flesh. The reason for this was that it was almost 8 Oclock, the hour at which he would knock upon the door of the girl known only to him as Jenny-beans. It had been a long time since they had last met and he had gone through many sleepless nights longing for her marshmallow and butterscotch cookies. He thought them to be the finest he had ever tasted. It was with that thought that he headed to the hills. P.S. More will follow, thank u if u took the time to read this. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story. P.P.S. Listen to the Moldy Peaches, wear purple, read Douglas Coupland novels and never, EVER say bad things about Isobel (it makes me want to cry). "I'm so in love with you dear, it's like I'm on the moon. I can't really breathe, but I feel lighter." - Merritt 3:16 _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+