some of my best friends are indie kids. most are not. funnily enough, in real life one doesn't meet that many pure stereotypes, however amusing they are when they spring fully formed from the minds of music journalists. and long may their powers of invention flourish. i mean, it's not as if anyone actually believes it. speaking of fiction, juicy lucy (ever a watchword for good taste) swooned over gilbert blythe, who was indeed a junior heathcliff, majestic in his thrilling cruelty, unexpected heroism, and intellectual power. but my heart was already lost to... dick from the famous five, a michievous and maverick spirit, though sturdy, amongst the cloying fog of ginger beer and ice cream. i never met a real boy who remotely resembled any of my literary crushes, and it never occurred to me that this was because most of what i read was written at least 40 years earlier. <sigh> re the 'challenge archel' proposed by chris: i might be wrong, but isn't the tape tree organised by the (ahem) dear departed lark girl up and running under its own momentum by now? but if someone informs me otherwise and instructs me on how to go about it, i'd be happy to plant the acorns and watch as mighty musical oaks spring forth. re my tattoo: much as i doubt anyone is really on tenterhooks, i have 3 stars on my upper arm. the tattooist seemed to think there must be some cosmic significance to this, and was rather disappointed when i said that i just thought i'd be less likely to get bored of them than, say, a pokemon. i've been pretending i'm a stoodent again and going out clubbing in the middle of week, then going to work wired on caffeine, labouring under the illusion that i am actually at my best. (5 people have been sacked in as many days, so i don't think i'll be burning the joss stick at both ends again for a while, just in case.) wednesday was the monthly visit to brighton of gay indie night popstarz, which is possibly the only event where a young man wearing pink bunny ears and very little else offers you quality street to the background strains of 'smells like teen spirit'. then on thursday we went h.i.p h.o.p. at cut to the chase, a really fantastic night which i haven't been paid by my friend matt (aka dr mook, in da house etc) to advertise. honest. yesterday i was in olde london town. tate modern... nft... covent garden... theatre. how civilised am i? our choice of play was 'art', which i highly recommend despite the current cast being culled exclusively from coronation street and spandau ballet. there's a great bit with olives... brighton meet up/dirty weekend still going ahead for the 24th, with an option to come to the launch of divebomb, a new indie pop night, on the 23rd. we shall fight them on the beaches... luv archel xxx *************************************** Rachel Playforth 'She may not be famous, but she's right' - Homer Simpson 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+