Only my second posting this; I'm a great deal more prolific on the Pulp list, and I wrote this for it, but now my fingers are so tired that I thought I'd be lazy and put a copy on here too. So, if you're on Lipgloss just delete this! **************************************************************************** ************* Hello little mice. Yesterday I went to the B&S gig - it was both one of the best and the worst days of my life. And here's why: GOOD VERSION: Had a nice hotel room; saw some real live trams; made meself a new lipstick by putting Lipcote on top of my new purple glitter gel; backcombed hair and it went nice and big; tiara didn't fall off once; hotel near to venue; someone who looked like they should be in Suede next to me (I didn't have the courage to ask, but he was more like an amalgamation of all the members); lovely venue and stage setup (like a big "E" - as in the letter - with people all around - like how alveoli have a greater surface area 'cos they're folded - so more people could see) and a brilliant gig. I had surely the best place there - I was at the very front, just in front of Stevie (unfortunately someone else nicked off with the setlist when I was reaching for it). The band were terrific (after a bit of trouble with 'bel's cello - "och, it just dunt sound right!", "that cello needs a doctor!", "no, that cello needs a priest!"), various members pointing at my big hair before they started; lovely atmosphere; no security guards or barriers, so I was just leaning on the stage; no cramped conditions - all very nice. Normally u fight to get to the front, but this was so... relaxed. U could actually move your arms around, and it was nice and cool in the hall. All in all, a brilliant gig, except for... BAD VERSION: Got coach down, ate chicken tikka sandwiches and chocolate orange - as a consequence felt very sick; got to hotel, tired but still alive; left Bob the Tamagotchi in hotel room and forgot to feed him (when I got back he'd pooped everywhere!); feeling a little sicky, vision a little blurred; rain; standing around for ages at gig (and I was wearing my heavy platforms and the three pairs of socks I need to keep them on!), feeling a little queasy now, but luckily it's not too hot, and not at all cramped; stomach feels like it's digesting itself; feeling positively sick; in "Like Dylan..." begin to get a cold sweat on the back of my neck; the boyfriend asks do I want to get out? but I can't cos I've been looking forward to it for so long; big black blobs in front of eyes, band dissappear; can't hear them and I don't remember the next few minutes, but apparently I fell and cracked my head on the monitor (a nice bruise is now forming!); I come around and can't understand why he looks concerned, 'cos I just thought I'd closed my eyes for a second, but Suedebloke looks worried too; reassure boyfriend I'm fine; getting hot and then cold; having visions of throwing up on Stevies' shoes which I'd just been admiring a moment before, so I stick my head between two monitors and decide to be sick there; still haven't been sick, but everything's going black again; black out again, but when I come around again (and now this is the really trippy bit, and I swear to god I hadn't taken anything or even drunk anything beforehand!) there's flowers all over the stage, and on their clothes, following the guitars; after missing most of the next two songs, I feel much better; get back to hotel and sit with head in sink for half an hour, occasionely drooling or spitting bile. Not too good, huh? A special sorry goes out to Karl off this here list; he recognised me at the end of the gig (I think it was the red hair that did it!) and came over to introduce himself. I could still see flowers, and as far as I can remember this is how our converstation went (brackets indicate my slow and painful thought processes): K: Acrylica? Me: Ug? (there's a man. Who's he? I think I've lost my brain) K: Karl Me: Pardon? (Who's Paul?) K: Karl Me: Oh hello! (I'm going to vomit on him, I know I'm going to vomit on him) K: I saw u but didn't know if it was u, cos I was over there, are u OK? Me: Noo, I'm a bit ill actually (why's he swirling about and getting bigger and smaller?) K: Oh, too much to drink, heh? Me: No, no I haven't had any, it was the coach (urgh... I'm gonna retch on him) And then I don't remember much else, just pointing at his leather coat and then trying to climb down the big stone stairs in my heavy platforms. So, Karl... I'm sorry if I wasn't exactly with it, but u seemed lovely! Lots of love and (bleurghh!) iguanas... Acrylica sallydoll@lineone.net ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------