Hello happy campers & absent friends, I know its all been said already but Bowlie was orgasmically good (just ask the lucky victims of the remote wanking machine). Being a slave to the all powerful Gods of shyness and awkwardness I failed dismally to approach any of my fellow inverted badge clan (of which I spotted at least five) and unluckily I didn't see the Sunday picnic notice until about 4 hours after it had started. But even without the moral guidance of you lovely mystical internet people I still managed to have a weekend full of debauchered frolics and gay abandon. highlights: - dancing to The Smiths in the pouring rain on Friday night after being gently lulled, like frightened lambs, out of the relative safety of the chalet by our neighbours across the way. - Seeing Jarvis Cocker mope around the place in a strop because no-one was paying any attention to him. - Turning on the telly Saturday morning to find the social and pyschological commentary of genius that is the wonderful Charlie and the chocolate factory. - Sitting on the beach Monday morning drinking red-wine and talking absolute shite for hours. - Belle and Sebastians set, which was so incredible you could have painted it green sent it out to beatup badguys. - lying in the sun sipping Champagne and eating Ambrosia creamed rice with jam. And then leaping to the stereo to try and get it dead in time with our opposite neighbours stereo (both playing Dog on wheels) thus giving a pseudo-surround sound effect to our little corner of the site, and knowing that when I shouted across that "Its 3-6-9 next" that they would instantly understand me and put it straight on. - Seeing the big friendly camp-bloke from the Flaming lips attack a giant gong with more style and grace than I thought humanly possible. - Looper (short'n'sweet, with good typewriter sounds from Karn), Mogwai (interesting for 10 mins), Sleater-Kinney (I swear the drummer kept winking at me), Cornelius (for the outstanding 1-2-3-4-5-6 track and the footy one too), The Divine Comedy (for playing really tideous songs at the start thus provoking me to go off and see the Lips instead), - Dancing for hours like an absolute fool to cheesey-funk and loving every minute of it. Apologies & Empathy: - To anyone who witnessed my scary David Bryne'esque dancing. - To the poor girl whos foot I landed on while moshing to Smells like teen spirit. - To the Pontins cleaners who had to wakes myself & friends up at 12:30 Monday afternoon before they could get in to clean up our mess. - To Karen, the History of Art student from Glasgow, who lost a lovely pair of white shoes at the beach gathering Monday morning (after burrying them by accident). - To my lovely, stripey-blue woolly hat that I lost on Monday and mourn for deeply ::sigh::. - To Kim for your loss. Bye bye people, hopefully I can hide from you all again in September, Paul. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+