i just got my photos back from RAH! today, and it brought back all the sweaty excitement, although due to my relatively short stature there are some schoolgirl heads in every shot. also i was a little disappointed that my picture of struan dancing like a LOON just looked like a picture of his stationary back, but i suppose that's what video cameras (and memories) are for. i was quite shocked to discover this week that i am officially unemployed. i mean, i knew that when i came back from holiday i wouldn't have a job, as such, but i didn't really think it through, you know? still, it's given me a chance to pretend to be a real writer, which is entertaining (until i find in poetry review that some 17-year-old whippersnapper is publishing her first collection and my dreams of being a child prodigy take another battering - i've just got to face up to the fact that at 23 i'm too sodding old to be a phenomenon. though at this rate i could be the *oldest* person to publish a first collection, maybe.) i think i might try to get a job in borders, which i swear is where they sent all the indie kids to die after brighton turned its back on all things flared, floppy and woolly. those tags round their necks aren't just staff id, they actually set off a central alarm if an indie kid strays beyond the ghetto: "code red! we've got a bolter!" "activate locking mechanism. don't let him be seen in the street!" "get back inside, you. don't you know you're only fit to pour coffee? there could be a film crew out there!" by the sounds of it the new hefner album is dubious value for money. so it's lucky that i've got a) a boyfriend who manages a record shop, and b) a minidisc recorder....... not that i'd dream of using him as my personal lending library, of course. that would be wrong. but mm... pernice brothers. make me swoooooonnnnnnnnnn. props to rachels fruitloop, cornflake, grapenut and non cereal based. i might have to buck the trend and be archel toast, because toast RULES. i don't know what would happen if i was denied access to toast, probably carnage. my biography will surely contain the following passage: 'in the early years of the 21st century, archel's friends became increasingly aware of her dependence on toast and tea. the sight of the last slice of bread was known to induce mild fits, and her housemates at this time learnt the hard way to leave her milk well alone.' right. enough stalling (you could tell, huh?). i'm off down the job centre. (i could whore myself at the labour party conference, i gather, but the possibility of being attacked by an unholy alliance of anti-capitalists and suicide bombers has put me off slightly...) luv archel toast *************************************** archel@iname.com For the best in new writing on the web, visit www.buzzwords.org.uk Contact us on buzzwords@bigfoot.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+