hello peeps, babychris said:
rude thing to say if you ask me. Maybe that's what fame and popularity did to her... :)
Well, I have to say chris, it's getting beyond a joke these days. I went out to buy this week's TV Quick last night and there was a gaggle of cardi-wearing indie boys shuffling around on my doorstep. They didn't say hello or anything, just looked at their feet, and made small muttering noises under their breath. I was spying on them from my window a few minutes before - they were opening their flasks of weak lemon drink, but kept getting their specs steamed up which gets them all flustered. Last night I was woken up by the sound of cats having sex in my back garden (again) so I slipped on my fluffy mules and tottered over to the window to have a look - there was a boy standing on the patio with soot all over his face. He cried "maam, maam, I've swept your chimmney, now could I request the honour of a kiss?". I shouted "Not on your nelly, you dirty ned!" and he ran off into the night, his ragged clothes flying about his bare feet. In the morning I found a card on my doorstep. It said 'Chris Junior sweeping services' in a smokey smudged scrawl. I'm taking the mickey. You knew that, didn't you? I'm now getting a job in a place called Barney's grill. Barney owns the joint, though I havent had the honour of meeting him yet. Greasy Caff tales to follow! No waitrose brown padded guillets for me, oh no, *I* get to wear a little red sailor (as in, looks like the ones you make out of paper) hat and pinny, and take orders off all the colourful types. Just give me the wink, and I'll make your day. Chips-wise. It's my birthday tommorow, so I looked at my cake today, sneaked a peak while my mum was outside having a fag. It's really naff. I'm getting one of those clever cameras, that has it's own brain for my present. I hope it has artificial intelligence, and starts writing country and western songs when I leave it turned on. right. have to go and spend hours getting ready to be fashionably late. I'm wearing my swanky pants! Those townies better watch their step, I'm wearing spike heels and I feel like a dancin'... Erica x +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+