2pm, and it's already dark enough to light the streetlamps. It must be getting close to winter. I wanted to go out this afternoon and take photographs, but it's too dark to do that now. The film in my camera has pictures of stacey *dahling*, Danny The Champion of West Ayrshire and various other Sinister celebrities, and I want to see what they look like. I'm feeling annoyed today. My mad flatmate concocted a Cunning Plan to move to Wales without me noticing and thus con me out of the £1000 she owes me in rent. She has this marvellous idea of getting a job in a hotel in a small Welsh seaside resort, in the middle of winter, without being able to speak the language. Maybe she will try to persuade them she can speak the language; that would be quite funny. All day I have had phone calls from Welsh hoteliers. I want to tell them all that she is trying to escape her debts, and that she nearly got booted from her last hotel job for sleeping with the guests; but I can't bring myself to do it. It is true, before you ask. On her last day at work she killed a few minutes by shagging a visiting pest controller. I don't think he could bring her under control though. When she has men, she tries to hide me from them. She only brings them over if she's very drunk, or if she thinks I'm going away. Maybe she's worried that I'll tell them what she's like. But that's enough ranting. If anyone is looking for a nice cheap Edinburgh flat, let me know. Even if she doesn't go, I really ought to let the spare room out. I'm probably just jealous because I had a job interview last week and haven't heard anything yet. Smells like doom. Liz Daplyn said I'm very blonde. Only on my head, dear. I get even blonder in summer, though. Something to do with the light. Oooh, yes, there was a picnic. I went down to London specially for it, and it was fun. Lots of frightening people who I didn't know. Lots of drink, too, and not much actual outdoorsness. I tried to persuade a non-sinister friend of mine to come along, but he was too desperate to do his Christmas shopping. I had met some of the people at the picnic before. Big Gay Mark thought I was the epitome of twee, or something. "Every time I see you you have pigtails and makeup," he said. "That's two separate occasions!" I shouted. I didn't have my hair in pigtails this time, and the only makeup was the extremely expensive red stuff that Lucy was putting on everybody. Twenty-three pounds per bottle of crushed rose petal essence. I enjoyed the picnic far too much. It must have been the gin. Rachel and Rachel persuaded me to drink it, along with many many other types of spirit. "it's very small, and made of glass and grossly over-advertised" SCANDINAVIAN TRIVIA MOMENT: Those of you with the Pop Knowledge will have already realised what song (and what band) I stole the subject line from. Those of you who know your bacon will even be able to think of a scientist with a nose made of silver, and those of you who know so much trivia you spend all your days staring up at the sky will be able to name a scientist with a nose made of silver and an extremely tenuous connection to the Sinister list. Answers on a postcard, if you can be bothered. What else happened at the picnic? I don't think I can remember; it was a whole week ago now nearly. I did have a slight idea: in Christmas week, I will be taking fellow listee Dimitra to visit the picturesque former county of Humberside. Does anyone who will be in that area then fancy a small christmas picnic? I know there are (or were) at least three other listees with connections to Grimsby or Hull, and Sheffield isn't too far away either. Let me know if you're interested. Right. That's the post. Should I now a) do my laundry and go hang round bookstores, or b) play 3D Tetris again? It's a difficult decision, you know. Ta-taa, gneissy xx "But I was lying out in the long grass Just watching the clouds pass over the sun And I was dreaming of a journey Down a river, to an ocean. And through the breaks in the waves I could see that we were saved I could see that we were saved From destruction." -- Will Salt ICQ 66321009 http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+