hi kids well. simultaneous equations are mighty interesting, you don't agree? just wanted to report a (very vague) b&s moment to y'all...... so i've spent the past week revising a bit and have designated the evenings as internet time; work gets no-where near my room after six, but the internet, in all it's vastness and entiriety, had little to offer after an hour and a half, so at half eight i decided to go on a little walk around the estate. i can't cope with silence very well, so i picked a cd from my collection. it happen to be bwtas, so i walk out of the house and head west to the green part of my estate, where i can see lots of trees and the sunset and a little house on the horizon. i could probably download this type of image, but it's not the same, y'know? so i stroll away, trying best to make sure i don't step in time with the music, it makes me feel uncomfortable, even if the beat did happen to be the same, i'd slow down or speed up. i don't want to create this microcosmic richard ashcroft thing, it freaks me out. i'll get to the point, i pass this guy who i recognise. about a year or two ago he head-butted me because my friend flagged him. my friends stood bemused as this guy (who is about 25, when i was 14) speedily parked next to us, i stopped to be courteous and he gets out of his sports car, comes up to me, says "got summat to say?" i say "no" and he head-butts me square in the face before forcing me to apolgise to his friend in the car. totally humiliating, he speeds off, laughing no-doubt, and i mumble under my breath the names of some hard-kids who wouldn't beat someone up for me if i paid them, but it helped me think i was going to get my revenge. anyway, i walk past this guy, who's cycling round-and-round in circles in the middle of the (quiet suburban, mind) road. i release that isobell campbell and stuart murdoch are singing angelically in my ears to a background of brass instruments. now, i don't have in-ear headphones, so the whole street can probably hear it. i don't want to look like i'm too intimidated, so i keep the volume as it is (max) and continue walking, shitting myself inside and praying that he doesn't come to taunt me about the fact that the shit i'm listening to isn't fast enough. i get away in the end, i look sideways, to catch a mere glimpse and see him persistently going round-and-round-and-round-and-round-and-round in the middle of the road. bizarre. i walk on, reaching the highest point in the estate, with a nice view of the surrounding at-least-2-miles and realise that all i want to do to this guy is not shoot him, maim him or re-arrange his facial features with a bottle, i just want to apologise to him for something, which is weird, cos i hadn't done anything wrong to him, it was my dumbass of a friend that flagged him when his dance music was to loud in his car. i just wanted to hug the guy. which is all very twee. (or sad, depending on the way you look at it). stop it, you're killing me........... love your mail-order host, -JiM- xx PS: tee-shirt idea for the masterminds behind camden market and similar individual clothing stores: "i fucked it all up, but, hey, i'm happy". central, in a nice-n-plain font. in a really it's-so-tight-i'm-unsure-about-his-sexuality fabric. green, white, or maybe pale blue. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+