Madames, Monsieurs and tout les autres, So, I finally got my first pair of flares and I do indeed feel TWEE AS FUCK. My flappy trousers legs flop into puddles and need to be dried on the radiator at the end of the day, and I am very close to doing myself a mischief on the stairs. I keep getting my toes caught in the tremendous amount of hem. The missus says I look like a student now, but what she doesn't realise is that students don't look like students anymore, students now look like twentysomething discerning consumers, and twentysomething consumers look like it's still 1992 and why waste your money on new threads when you can get a pint of snakebite and black* at the union for a quid? Oh, born into the wrong era, me. I feel odd and bubbly, having just faffed about in the archives and read a HILARIOUS post from Lucy Alder from a few years back. I'm sitting in the Serious Study room at univeristy and everyone else is being Serious and Studious and I am laughing about what the four marys would have got up to if Bunty had not been called Bunty, but rather somthing else. I'm afraid I cannot say the C word. Lord knows why, as I'm so fuckin foul mouthed about everything else, but there's something about words for *snigger* female genitalia that brings out the prude in me. I blush and stutter and all the rest. Read Lucy's old post as she's better at reclaiming the C word than I'll ever be: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199911/msg00278.html I hope another reason for my odd chirpiness is the GINSENG that I have just taken. Manchurian, no less. Better than Mancunian, I suppose. I'm fed up of needing several cups of coffee before I can get out of the house. I want ENERGY and BOUNCE and DRIVE and all that stuff. I want to frolic and tumble and play games and fall over my flappy flares. It's time for a brand new me. Is anyone going to this after show malarkey thing in Manchester? I've got tix, but I can't decide. I told a friend of mine that I might go and she got all excited and said "Oh! You can meet the band!" and I told her that I didn't want to really, as I'd feel daft and stuff, but she would not believe me! What's that about, eh? She kept saying "are you telling me that if you had these chance to meet your fave band you wouldn't?" and I kept saying yes, then she kept saying "we'll see" in that annoying way, implying she knows me better than I know myself. THEN she told me that I'll end up being a university lecturer and I said I didn't want to and she said "we'll see". Hmmm. I shall have to see about kicking her arse, I think. Hooray for our Amykins moving to a commune. Good on you, spice girl. Back to nature and all that. I'd live in a commune if it was rilly massive and shaped like a stately home and was in fact a stately home and all my other communal buddies were as cynical and uptight as me and just stayed in their rooms alphabetising books and occasionally emerging to wander to the shops to buy cheese and leopard print head scarves and cigarettes and wine. A vision of heaven indeed. Right, I'm off for my daily dose of stalking. There's a handsome boy whose lecture is due to finish right about NOW and if he should find me nonchalantly smoking a cigarette and staring winsomely into space, he might just say hello. Hooray for teenage crushes. Amour Madeleine *For those of you lucky enough not to know, Snakebite and black is a half cider/half lager mixture with blackcurrant cordial. Yeah, I know. Rank, isn't it? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+