hi there all you lovely people, went to the tigermilk launch at trash last night, which was a rather odd experience, and so here it is in detail. i arrived at tottenham court road tube at 10:25, and stood around waiting for natasha to turn up. within half a minute a suited man had saddled up along side me and asked 'excuse me, are you gay?' or something along those lines, to which i replied 'i'm flattered that you ask, but no'. i was a little shocked by this - i'm not used to being approached in public. maybe it's my wildean locks... a minute later i felt someone forcibly poking me in the chest, and was scared. 'shit,' i thought, thinking that it was the gentleman from earlier returning to try again. but no - it was drunken matt from the picnic a week ago, and he was coming to trash as well. which was nice, even though at first i didn't recognise him because he'd washed his hair. then natasha turned up, looking stunning, and we went to a bar to have a drink with drunken geoff from the picnic, who was looking very sexy with his missing button on his red shirt. probably ripped off by some eager young girl, and who could blame her with geoff's angelic good looks? anyhow, we all went to trash, where we met the lovely miss vicky, two marks, jim, martin and a few other people (sorry if i haven't mentioned you) and a good time was had by all (as far as i know), with the first three quarters of tigermilk being played at the start of the night, and selected b&s tracks all night long. i'd never danced to 'dylan in the movies' before, but we all did last night, and it was great. oh, and they had a video wall with videos of the band. i'd never seen them before, and now i think stuart m is the most beautiful man in the world - wow, he's just SO stunning. wow. i left around two, and that's when things started to get weird... walking through soho to get to trafalgar square for the night bus, i got asked if a was 'looking for a lady', which made me feel bad - am i so ugly that prostitutes see me as a potential client? then somebody came up and stood in front of me shouting in a foreign language that i didn't understand, waving an unlit cigarette around before calmly saying 'by the way, do you speak english?' which made me rather worried, so i didn't answer and walked past (hastily), ignoring him when he thumped me in the back. then when i finally got out of soho (by which time i was shit scared) a police man started shouting abuse at me when i asked where trafalgar square was, threatening to arrest me and so on. which wasn't nice - i thought (in my naive little world) that police men were supposed to help. obviously not. nasty. eventually i found the bus stop, and i'd just missed the N139, and so i had to wait another hour before it came again. i was approached by a legion of semi-unconcious italian tourists asking me in various languages, and with various degrees of politeness, for a cigarette. and when i told them that i didn't smoke, some of them got rather aggressive. which was not nice at all. in the end (around 3:45) the bus came, and i got on. the only other people there were two dodgy looking men who were staring at me all journey long, and waited until i got off before they did. so i walked home from the bus stop the long but well lit way, and eventually they stopped following me. hearing 'dylan in the movies' in the club hadn't helped - 'it's not your money, boy...' by the time i got into bed i was a nervous wreck, and i kind of wished i hadn't given up smoking, so i'd be able to calm my nerves. oh well. i didn't get to sleep immediately, so i put on the beautiful lord antony (that and winter wooksie are my current faves) and drifted off. ...but it was all worth it, all the trouble and all the uncontrolled racing away of the heart beat. i had a great time in the club, seeing all the lovely sinister people i'd met at the picnic again. and seeing the video for 'there is a light and it never goes out' was a highlight as well. next time, though, there is NO WAY that i'm going to walk through soho all alone at three in the morning - shit, if it's that scary on a monday night i hate to think about what it's like on a friday or saturday... anyway, hope this hasn't bored you all. sorry if it has. looking forward to seeing some of you again at godspeed you... on thursday, or at the poetry cafe on friday. bye for now, love Marcus XXX ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". 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