the rain is particularly persistent today, doing a great of job of reminding me that, yes, it IS still winter and yes, i WOULD rather be tucked up in bed. it was a strange weekend, floating past in a haze of rain, sugary food and psychoactive drugs. friday night started off well, if surreally, when matt and i were persuaded to go to a quiz night at my parents' rugby club, and came first, winning 6 bottles of wine. i think playing our joker on the harry potter round did the trick, that and our tragically extensive knowledge of eighties/nineties film music... but the less said about the following night, the better. (note to self: your imagination is quite capable of going into overdrive and seeing the world as completely fucked up/amazing/scary without hallucinogens upping the ante.) as if the rain wasn't tragedy enough, i just found out that two of my best friends, together for 14 months, have split up. when they first got together i was briefly (and vocally to this very list) devastated - he was my first love and she was my housemate. but now it's over i feel incredibly sad. i mean, it's been tumultuous to say the least, and this is probably the best thing for them. but it's still sad. although i'm partly being selfish even now, because i don't like change, and (to pile on the melodrama by quoting yeats) all is changed, changed utterly. i can't invite both of them to a social event any more. we can't be a comfortable threesome (no smut intended.) and i don't want to be in the middle - but how i can be there for both of them without betraying both of them? oh well, in happier news, the nicest carsmile there ever was is selling me a spare ticket for brixton, so i'll be able to get hot and sweaty and excited (again, no smut intended, or only a little bit) and dance like no-one's watching and sing like i know all the words after all! i'm having a whole 'minibreak' in london to mark the occasion, so start planning on ways to entertain me, londoners. i know the oportunities for fun are limited without the sea, but i trust you... i also have the minor excitement of knowing that parcel force have a parcel ready for me to collect, but not knowing what the parcel contains... come on, confess: who's been sending me big boxes of chocolates again? of course, i know in my heart that it's probably books i ordered on the internet by mistake... all the others did drugs, they're taking it out on us. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords@bigfoot.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+