Um, the past two days. Belle and Sebastian gig! Sinister picnic! Another Belle and Sebastian gig! I haven't calmed down yet. I don't think it's sunk in yet. Lots of people have already posted long posts about how wonderful everything was, so there's not much point in me trying to do the same, even if i could remember everything that happened to me and what order it happened in. Friday afternoon; everybody was meeting up in a pub by Central Station. Me, john, sweetie, karolyne and adam met a small crowd of people which soon changed into a very large crowd of people. I was scared and didn't talk to anyone, but eventually we went to the GIG! which was wonderful and lovely and brilliant and all those words. Saturday morning: i tried to get back to glasgow. The trains weren't running. Arse. I trundled about scotland on a variety of trains and coaches, got to Queen Street station late, without time to buy food and panicking. Me and john rushed to the underground, and managed to get there before everybody else. To kill time, we rode up and down the escalators for a bit. Eventually, of course, another big huge scary crowd of people arrived. However, this time they weren't as frightening, which was nice. We sat on a hill and ate; well, most people did, some just rolled down it. Apparently, it was the biggest Sinister picnic ever ever ever in recorded history. Some mad people went off to play football. Others just sat around, talked, and got snogged by Sunnyset's lovely dog. Eventually everybody wandered off and colonised a different pub, where we sat around in wee groups and talked before drifting into eastbound taxis. And we got to the gig, which was even better than before. Friday night might have had Stuart's onstage arrest and a special guest visit from Monica Queen, but Saturday had a little furry highland coo that mooed, *two* audience-request songs, and even an encore, of all things. And then, I had to wander back through glasgow and get the train back home again. And that was it. All over. I couldn't sleep, of course. Incidentally, there was a rumour going round that there was a boy at the picnic with his hair in pigtails. I'm sure this must be a myth, because *i* definitely didn't see anyone that looked like that. ;-) right, that's me. love xx gneissy (oh, the subject line -- it got sung at one point last night by one of those lovely chaps onstage. ok? ) -- Will Salt ICQ 66321009 http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+