Hello, Sinister. I've just been away. My first holiday in five years, and I come back and war seems to have broken out on Sinister. Lovely. I don't understand what these people are whining about; Scarborough, Aberdeen and Ipswich are *all* on the east coast. Personally, I think they should have played Cleethorpes Pier, but you can't have everything. So, I went on holiday. Normally I live in Scotland, but I decided to spend the weekend in England, just for the hell of it. I decided to visit Ealing, just because it's one of those places that nobody ever goes for their holiday. I book my tickets and everything, and then war breaks out there too. Still, I went anyway, and only *half* the place was cordoned off. The *real* reason I decided to go to Ealing on holiday was that I got invited to a party there. So, I went to the party, and drank far too much. After volunteering to escort someone back to the tube, I returned to the party, but passed out in the garden. In the rain. For four hours. Eventually the host dragged me back inside and sat me on the stairs whilst he went off snogging a cute boy he works with. His Dutch flatmate wrapped me in a sleeping bag, and I sat their staring into space until there was enough level space free inside for me to pass out again. So, if anyone was at a party in west London on Saturday and remembers seeing someone with hair in bunches, exceedingly drunk and half-covered in mud, then please forget it as soon as you can. It wasn't me, honest. Still, I had a good Rest Of The Time down in England, because I got to be a tourist and go round all the standard-issue tourist places like the British Museum and Tate Modern. I didn't have time to see the Vermeer exhibition at the National Gallery though, and I just couldn't be arsed queuing for that big ferris-wheel thing. I did see someone with an Ampersand t-shirt, though, waiting for a bus on Buckingham Palace Road. I wanted to stop and say "Oooh! B&S!", but I was too shy. The subject line, incidentally, is a phrase that Dimitra told me she likes. Well, one she heard a lot, or something, anyway. Somehow, I have gained grazes all over my elbows. I think it must have happened when I was drunk. Well, I'm off to Glasgow tomorrow to meet another listee, Johnjohn from Dingwall. I hope he's not too scary. bye, people Will -- ICQ 66321009 http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+