Kids. Yes. I think I've had a funny turn today since getting the bump on my head from falling off the dodgy bike, so my recollection of the picnic is somewhat hazy. All I can remember is declaring loudly that neither had I ever had to visit a gynaecologist nor do I wear G-strings, Andy Dean pointing at me and saying 'shes SO drunk' when I'd only just arrived, and almost being abducted by that nutter with the bike as me being concussed an' all just went happily along with him when he tried to march me off down the street. However this afternoon I went along for some Islington well woman hypno- regressive therapy doo-dah bollocks and this is what I now remember, * Trousers stood at the top of Primrose Hill, pulled down his pants and mooned his white arse at the whole of London, shouting 'Get a load of this mutha fuckers!!' * David gaily handed out Tigermilk CDs to all and sundry, even pensioners and alsations * Those lovely Boy Scouts from Salako made daisy chains and discussed who's better, Camus or Sartre * Katrina shouted out 'get this off this is shit' when photo jenny came on * and Stuart Murdoch showed up, smashed out of his head, and threw up all over the victoria sponge Theres somebody at the door.... susannah xxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------