Hewwo, K, um, oh yeah, I went into Glasgow today. This is a big deal, because I went on my own without anyone, and that is always a big deal. On the train there, a moke-ish old woman kept kicking me, and I sort of looked at her, and she went mental, about young people today. So I said, "Excuse me, but people like you should be locked up", and she said "what?", and I said, "Yes, you are a disease to society, a moke, if you will", and got off the train. And her chin swelled up. Only she was right behind me getting off the train, so I couldn't have a wee giggle. Then I went all over the place and into all sorts of shops. Then I sat at George Square ( I wanted to go there so's I'd know where I was going for the picnic, because I get lost easily), and ate half a cookie, and fed the other half to the pigeons. There was this one pigeon who kept getting pushed around by all the other pigeons, because it was different, and I thought it reminded me of me, so I gave it lots of cookie, and smiled at it, so that the other pigeons would think it was really cool to be getting all that attention, but it never worked, because they ingored me and stole its cookie bits. Then I wandered up past the Buchanan Galleries and into Sauchihall Street somehow, and got a little bit lost. So I decided to go into a shop and ask for directions. So I went into a place called Ann Summers, which had underwear in the window, and I thought it looked nice because there was a big apple on the logo, and I got a bit of a fright(well, a big big big bit of a fright) when I wandered in, because it was a shop full of sex things, and big signs saying 'do not enter if you are under 18'. And then I spent about 5 minutes cowering in the doorway hoping people wouldn't see me coming out. But I found my way and got mistaken for an over 18 thrice (ooh I like that word) by survey people, one of whom told me I should go clubbing, because I'd get in. I also bought a big issue from a man who liked my trousers. I was rooting around in all the free stuff I'd got with my printer and never used, and I found sticker paper. So I made my own B&S, Hefner stickers, and put one on my guitar, but I haven't used the rest, because I'm saving, Gentle Waves, Smiths and Pokemon (team rocket waaaaaaaay) stickers them for a special sticker day. I think I will marry James from Team Rocket from Pokemon, because he has grate hair, and he wears dresses sometimes. I saw a boy with a B&S badge, but it wasn't upside down, so I didn't say hello, in case he thought I was a moke. I will cloggle (I made that word up but isn't it grate?) off now to sleep among my cuddly owls, and dollies, because it is midnight, and the witches might get me, Hugs, Jen +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+