So, our favourite wandring mistrels are taking themselves to Glastonbury to spread a little love. Hmmm. I wonder who will be dedicated and hardy enough to follow them? Not I, for one. If you're going, do remember to pack hat, scarf, super noodles, contraceptive devices various and sherry. It's a jungle out there, kids. There has been much Reporting Back of gigs. I went to the Manchester show with my sister (not a fan, found the tweeness amusing), her fellow and Daveylicious, ex-sinister and member of the East Midlands Massive. It was good, but not that good, certainly not as good as when I saw them last summer. It was quiet, but then again, I was standing near the bar, at the back. I felt rather disconnected from it, but that's a churlish thing to complain of. The thing that really did piss me off was some ugly drunken hecklers standing next to me, shouting and generally making spanners of themselves. (And if you're on the list, I'm not sorry, you were a pain in the arse). I don't get it. Why do people spend quite a considerable amount of money to see a band and then spend the night drunk and abusive? No one's asking you to be there, drunk hecklers! No one's forcing you to shell out fifteen quid for a band you hate! I shall soon be joining the ranks of bookshop girls, as I have recently conned someone into employing me in his second hand bookshop. It has very few customers and smells funny. Great. My signature scent will become the odour of musty, well-loved old books and I will attract handsome clever boys and girls for whom this smell is an aphrodisiac. I can't harldly wait. It's the job I've always wanted, although I have recently been turning my sights toward long distance lorry driving. All that time alone to listen to records and audio books and all that huge lack of people. (was that a sentence, or was it butchery of the English language?). Question. Can the Americans amongst us please explain, in full lurid detail (or charming euphemism if you wish) what exactly first, second and third base are? I mean, I do know generally, but I want specifics. If someone sticks their hand up my top, what baseball euphemism would I use to describe it, if I were so inclined? Is there fourth base, or does it go to home run after third base? I am eager for knowledge. I have recently been extending my repetoire of places frequented on a night out. I have been gay clubbing, pretentious indie clubbing, down to earth indie clubbing and goth clubbing. All have been very amusing, but not for the right reasons, I'm sure. Clubbing either makes me feel like a teenager again, or like a slightly uncool auntie at a wedding. I always seem to miss the mark. Speaking of Marks, well done to Big Gay Mark C, on recent employment. A G&T to you next time we meet. Cheerio, petals. Madeleine xxxx PS I've been reliably informed that the 'I HEART KEN CHU' badges were my idea. Ooops. Sorry. I never thought I'd be in any way responsible for mass maths teacher worship. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+