On Saturday morning, the sun rose above the dull grey rooftops of Finsbury Park. With neither clouds nor smog to restrict its power, it shone mightily upon the house where Sinister folk were having breakfast. It shone, in the afternoon, upon Finsbury Park tube station where Sinister folk old and new were meeting up, nervously introducing themselves, saying 'hi!' and 'she used to be my boss!'. It shone enticingly upon Rowans bowling centre which the Sinister folk had made their destination. The sun wasn't shining inside Rowans, which begs the question: 'What the hens were you doing there, then?' The answer was, of course, DRINKING! Sorry, BOWLING! During the first game, I was enjoying my best form ever. I got a double strike! I did! Sadly, my bourgeoning skeelz weren't enough to beat the mighty Kaiser who had complete mastery over his balls. By game two, my mind was completely in the gutter. My skeelz deserted me and I was left in awe of Eric B's triple strike. Out of spite, I called him a turkey. We've done that joke. Afterwards, we headed to the cosy carbon-copy evirons of the World's End for scran and MORE BOUZE. While people bravely attempted to break Sinister drinking records, an exciting leather-clad girl band serenaded us with cover versions of Ticket to Ride. We joined in - we were GRATE! The following morning, the sun didn't shine. Bastard. Undaunted, we made a courageous attempt to picnic on the summit of Primrose Hill where The View's So Nice. Fairy cakes and cheese scones (courtesy of the baking skeelz of Liz and the decorating skeelz or Archel) were eaten for survival as the elements took their toll on our frail indie bodies. A football match between Sinister and TheOtherB&SInternetHobby took place as well. I don't know what happened there because football is RUBBIDGE - although I understand TheOtherB&SInternetHobby were rightfully and soundly beaten. With sticks. Afterwards, we didn't go to the Spread Eagle. This was an excellent decision that should be included in the manual for all future picnics. Too soon, though, time was called on my weekend in London. Another tube journey and a goodbye to the Girlfriend at Waterloo followed. Bah. With the sun setting, the skanky old train wound its way back to Portsmouth. I thought about taking another skanky old train in the opposite direction on Friday. Smiled. Robster __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+