Dear lords and ladies, well, what a day. and it's only halfway through. You know when you get those days when you wish that lobotomies could be free to all on the NHS? maybe this is just me, but i need some amnesia medicine (commonly known as alcohol) to cope with the days events. Sorry for those of you who hate the "you'll never guess what happened to me today..." emails, but i was, well, part-informed to do so. At 4am today, i woke with my girlfriend to a perculiar predicament. Somehow, her skirt had wended its way from her bag to my waist, while asleep. Part-drowsy, i turned to her and said "do i have your skirt on?" suggesting that i may be wrong. Unfortunately, it proved i was not wrong. She then laughed for at least an hour before we managed to return to the green fields of foreverland...while i lay humbled. That ain't the worst bit. I cannot entirely remember how i did it. odds are i put it on as it was the best thing to hide my equipment while i went to the loo. At worst, i could've slept-walked to my parents room...ho hum. The skirt wasn't bad, i'm not slamming the skirt, it's just...disarming to wake up, unaware of your events whilst asleep. But that's not all; from here it gets murky. One of my mates arrived to pay �90 for our flat at the edinburgh festival, and i pretty much openly humiliated my girlfriend. Not just mild, either. Full-blown "if your mate wasn't here i'd chop off your bollocks and shove them up your ass" rage humiliation. Then, for the next 4 hours, i sat, feeling incredibly guilty (the guilt where you feel that popping yourself is the only way to a: regain sanity and b: rid the world of another stupid tosser) Well...then i saw here off, feeling incredibly guilty, sad, depressed (i hate depression, it's such a sodding useless feeling. It makes me want to smash things and dance) plus other adjectives, then when she was gone, i popped up to the post office to get bolognese sauce (for penne...mmm) and an icecream for my little brother. You think that's all? not so! I arrived at the post office to find it locked. Fine, wednesday afternoon, half-day closing for the p.o, especially out here in the sticks. Unfortunately, the shop was dark and an alarm was ringing. Does bad karma pay itself off in one lump sum PLUS interest, or what?! so, i had to sprint home and call the police. Not 999, mind you, as i saw no criminal on the premises. So i call the local number: "okay sir, i'll patch you through to 999". 2 minutes later: "sorry sir, i'll try another line". FECK FECK FECK, by this point i'm visualising some cockless worm cutting up our post office people. Not nice, when you see the owners of the shop daily, to find their shop locked with a siren wailing. Anyway, the police have despatched a car, taken my name and number, so i'm expecting a call soon. Plus, the sodding post office number is ex-directory! how sodding useless is that?! a SHOP with an ex-directory phone number!!!!! Anyway, no alkypops for me till the bobbies have been round or they'll think i've been at the old bottle too much. I'm off to die quietly...maybe after making some pancakes, if i can find plain flour. Be my sodding luck if i have any at all... cheers for caring (or not, it's nice to type shit for 20 minutes,) niko xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+