Hokay. I've been putting this off all weekend. Except yesterday when I managed to burn my hand on my sandwich toaster and spend the rest of the day with it (my hand) in ice water. What's more I've won another one (a sandwich toaster) from the NatWest who I don't even have an account with, but I'm glad to exploit an orgainsation illegally privatised by evil evil evil evil Thatch. BTW people - please don't worry about my 18-hour sleep. I'm not ill or anything, so you can stop telling me to go to the doctor. Right, here we go; Here's one which is in a strange hazy circle. It's looking out of an eyehole down a long faceless straight corridor. No-one is about at all. Think higher class of prison. This is where I live. This one is looking across a small-ish square park with 2 diagonal paths cutting it into four triangles of grass. In the centre of the picture is a long line of people trudging towards a set of buildings in the centre. To the right is some grass where schoolkids play a game of football. This is a view from a window. The whole left side of the picture is dominated by a huge building looking like flats or some kind of hall of residence. at the side there seems to be an extention, the door of which, near to the centre of the picture, is open and displays a full laundry basket and a row of machines. Outside the door, filling the space to the right of the picture there is a lot of neatly mown grass, and a middle aged woman with black hair leaning against the wall of the house smoking a cigarette. Meanwhile a cat lies in the sun. To the top of the photo is a road, beside which is a high wall on which a line of children, who cant be more that ten, precariously walk. This one is in a small, dingy, empty bar. 5 people sit around a table, and behind them you can see the tackily decorated bar with a couple of people standing near it. The foreground is a table with drinks and these five - from the left to the right a drably dressed girl whispering to her evidently more socially acceptable friend, who half listens while partially turning to a long haired indie boy with a ridiculous goatee beard. He's talking to the frighteningly stereotypical indie-lad with an 'status quoasis' t-shirt, and to the far right of our scene, a tall pierced boy with short bleached hair. This is in a small bedroom. To the right of the scene are 4 blokes giggling about lozenges, for some reason. There are the indie-bloke and the long haired one from the scene above, plus a large middle aged man and a wiry, blokey one. These three are watching the TV. Huddled up with the camera are a chinese girl and a strange boy dressed up with a scarf and flying jacket like biggles, all 3 covered up by coats and lying against the wall. XXXXXXXXX WeeJay James@twopounds.u-net.com Manipulating you illicitly since 1979 http://www.geocities.com/sunsetstrip/cabaret/5523/ (Which will no longer crash your computer. Hopefully.) +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+