Hello, Um, me again. Writing for no reason other than it's a Sunday evening, I'm drinking cheap, strong (repellant really) cider and I, y'know, felt like it. I'm glad that there Sheffield picnic was fun. I nearly went you know, honest I did. I nearly decided to show my face and be sociable and happy and all the rest. I even looked at the train timetables. As it turned out though, I woke up on Saturday with a rather sore head after having indulged rather heavily on the Diet Tango the night before, and as well as feeling as sick as a lab rat I just plain forgot. Sorry. That was non-story number one. There'll be another in a moment. You'll never guess, so I'll tell you. On Friday I bought my first ever car. By mistake. I saw it in the showroom drove in it, and before I knew what I was doing I'd signed about two hundred pieces of paper, earned a gurning salesman a nice commission and landed myself in debt for the next four years. Still, there's a Fiat Punto out front, and it's green. Which is all that really matters. The thing I've noticed most though, after getting over the novelty of driving for the first time in about 3 years had worn off and I'd managed to work out that the car isn't, in fact, as wide as the WHOLE ROAD and driving like a SCREAMING MANIAC, was that I don't know how to actually *get* anywhere. No idea at all. No idea how to get out of Leeds, no idea how to even get to the video rental shop. I pulled out of the drive to go to work today and suddenly realised that the only route I knew was the way the bus went, and apart from that being a really twiddley windey way to go it didn't even get me to the office just to the centre of town, and also that it goes through lots of bus only roads. People get upset if you drive down those. So what I have, in fact, sacrificed my social life and abundant CD purchases for the next century or so for is a very expensive metal box. Still, it is green, as I said. I shall have to invest in a map. This is non story number two : the company I work for has recently moved into some ultra sexy new offices (as apparently we are doing "really well" and I should be very excited, all it really means though is that likely I'll need to start working harder, or even at all) and with that move we've got some friendly new staff who help to keep the office tidy and ensure that people's bins are emptied etc. Fair enough. One of the things they do though - at the management's request, I assume - is come around at the end of the day and generally give your space a bit of a tidy, make sure there are no paper cups left around etc. BUT, what they also seem to do is take everyone's personal mug (if they have one) into the kitchen and do a great load of washing up. Now I think this might just be me, but I personally feel really uncomfortable with someone doing that for me, it seems to be implying that they are somehow beneath me and that I'm more important than them because I work *for* the company, rather than just cleaning up after it. it's like when people don't say thank you to waiters, I *hate* that. So anyway I had to take hold of my mug and say to the lady that really, it was fine, I'd wash the mug myself, don't worry about it. Only I'm not sure if that doesn't only make things worse. I worry about it every day when it gets too about 5:15. I try not to be at my desk, which, to be honest, isn't very hard. That's been playing on my mind, anyway. Oh dear. I appear to have talking for a large number of days. Sorry. But I do only post once every ice age or so, and this time I have a car. It's green you know. Love and inexplicable half recognised gestures. Kev (soon to be horizontal). --- http://www.lost-cat.org.uk/ Post Script - Because I always think they're rather good, don't you? Oh, and Nick Cave is under your bed. I'm not kidding. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+