... so yes. The train journey to Leicester was, thank God, painless this time, 45 mins straight there. Was about to type a sinister email about my weekend then (so far) in this weird shop in Leicester which is also an Internet Café, but I was halfway to finishing typing the email as the time run out, and I didn't save it. :-( (Basically it was similar to I spent a weekend wasted part 1). Then Madeleine said Hello, in a rather posh voice, we then begun the evening at a *posh* pub, but we rose to the occasion and talked as poshly as we could, in fact, we have out-poshed the posh people who were there who were talking about jazz. I was surprised at how classy we were, but that's what middle class upbringing does for ya innit. We then carried on drinking and talked about various things like how we out-indied indie by being so indie that we're not indie, and stuff, until about 9:30pm when it was about time to go home, when James also from Leicester phoned and we thought "shall we wait for him? Although we have to work tomorrow and stuff" That thought very quickly become "fook it, what drink shall we have?" So me and James and Madeleine drank vodka and red bull aplenty, aplenty as in drinking two glasses of it at once using 4 straws. Then, of course going full circle, we saw the "tequila - £1 a shot" offer, that made us happy. Then it was closing time and time to go home, said goodbye, and I went back to the train station. Then, the thought came to me, "hmmm I should check the train times", so I phoned up the train time enquiry office and basically what the guy told me was "heh heh you are not getting home tonight, mate" Great. Add this to the "Things that Ken missed by a matter of minutes" list of this weekend. Thank you Madeleine who let me stay at her palace, which was HUGE! It's not an exaggeration to say that it was about 500 acres, so me and James and Madeleine drank more before passing out. Woke up the next day feeling a bit ill, which makes a change. Had to phone into work sick, but I was in the city centre and I can't find anywhere that doesn't sound like a STREET! Eventually had to settle for calling from a quiet-ish WH Smith's and hope that no one noticed. Then James shown me the wonders of Leicester, before getting a COACH ticket back home, I was going to burn my return train ticket in anger, but I didn't have a lighter. Got back to Milton Keynes finally about 2 hours ago, feeling like an absolute drunken wreck, but what a great exciting weekend. I'm glad I am writing the post today rather than yesterday now. Mmmm, work tomorrow. Sleep deprivation and Red Bull Ken P.S.: My name is Ken and I was an alcoholic. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+