It was a really lovely day today. I felt quite lazy, even though there were things to do. There are always things to do, even when I'm not wanting things to do. But its coming towards the end now, and the elections are finally visable on the metaphorical horizon. I've decided to take some time off work during dissolution, and head down south to Englandshire, and holiday like its 1983. Woo hoo. I know how to have a good time. The kids were out on the streets again today. Recently, its been like walking through the middle of the Festival in August, when nipping out for lunch. Only with horses - real ones with wee visors, rather than pantomine ones. I read Casarottos post, and may I just remind you: Picnics are not big and not clever, but hell, they're fun. And may I also remind you of Lucy, the punkin' instigator, and her idea of the pre-gig picnic for May the 17th in Glasgow. Soap, optional*. I was sitting on the train the other day, and as the train pulled into this rather nice little station I saw something. The station isn't in the nicest part of town, just one of those little suburby areas, that is neither on the verge of town or city. Where the shops consist of bathroom suites, furniture and mortgage lenders. It had a little white picket fence around the station, which I always thought was a rather quaint touch. And there was this man, with his pink thingy out, taking a slash. I looked before I had chance to turn my head in disgust. Why do men have to pee outdoors? Is it some caveman territorial marking thing? Whats the point in having urinals in toilets indoors, when they always end up going outdoors anyway? Maybe its out of consideration for the people who work in places and have to clean the toilets. But I wish he could have gone behind a bush or something, so I didn't have to see it. I've been trying to get hold of an Aislers Set record, from somewhere. My local record shops don't seem to stock it. Grr. I apologise. I'm rambling now and I've become dull in my old age. love idles *Its Glasgow, afterall. THAT WAS A JOKE. ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Platinum - Watch CBS' NCAA March Madness, live on your desktop! http://platinum.yahoo.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+