Hello, I was trying to write a post about the affairs (heh) that happened in Glasgow, but as I tried to think I couldn't really remember much, apart from things like... - arriving to glasgoooo on friday, and already was told to go to a pub, mmmmm DRINKS, which sets the theme for the whole weekend. - at the pub met up with friends and families (well, mummies), and got a phone call from my mate from home who got my degree result for me, and I am a clever bastard and I got a first!! Yay! That sets the mood for the whole weekend. - was meant to meet up with the guy who had my ticket, waited for an hour but couldn't manage to meet him nor hear from him nor imagine what he looks like nor anything at all. Which was not very nice, and so had to continue a 3-hour long seek for a ticket for Friday from that rival band to Steps, finally got one from the band manager type guy who was great and sold me a ticket for 12 pounds, he didn't show us his arse for a pound tho. - after getting a ticket to the gig, I decided that going to the gig would be an idea, and went to the gig, and it was rather good with Belle & Sebastian in it, I dunno what you are all talking about Isobel is lovely and her arse althought not as nice as mine is still fantarsetic, she didn't show us her arse for a pound either. - then went to the after gig party, and drank stuff, then went to the after gig party partick, after waiting for a taxi for a bluddy hour, and drank more stuff, and watched some weird scottish bands videoes, and then went to kip after babbling drunken stuff about a football field and safeways carparks (god knows), I didn't show anyone my arse for a pound but I probably would have if someone asked. - woke up feeling a bit sinister, and went to the sinister picnic, on our way there we went past a church but I couldn't see no ministers, but chances are he thought it was better to play with himself. The picnic was great and people talked to each other and some went to play with a football, we then went to the pub before the gig, some people played with a pool cue, while some stroked the balls, so everyone was happy. - going to the gig thinking that it would be just like the day before, but it wasn't, when they played "we ruled the school" for some strange reason it made me feel that my life is really shit and I felt really emotional, but for some even more strange reason then i remembered how much i loved belle and sebastian and thought that was the best gig in the world ever. - all the beautiful chords and sounds were too much for me and I felt a wee drop of tear around my peepers. - went to the after gig party, at the art school, which was a 4893 mile walk away, which isn't fun after running around like a loon in football in the afternoon, but made it, and had a great time, and some boys and girls seemed to also have a good time, playing with each other, I didn't see any pool cues tho, I thought it was rude to look. - then sunday we chilled in a pub for lunch and drinks, and watched folks playing folk music in this pub called uclkejqqr bertha, which was named after a girl called Bertha who was an alcoholic and drank loads of whisky. We, on behalf of Steven Wells donated £6.17 to some guy in the pub who was planning to do a Parachute-jump for charity, well done Steven you have finally done something right. - The whole weekend was rounded off when everyone buggered off home and me and calumn dobber and PF paid a tribute to the time when before B&S got famous, by recreating "My Wondering Days Are Over" and a few other classics on a 1/2 tuned piano and 1 guitar with 2 strings missing and 3 harmonious voices, which was delightfully mixed to perfection by Beck's lager, the piano didn't sound detuned to us. So, in summery, I saw them on friday, took them for a drink on saturday, and then something or other on the other days and we chilled on sunday. Can't wait until I get back to Milton Keynes on Wednesday, cos scotland is rubbish and I get to see Limp Bizkit in MK on Saturday. Isobel's Bum and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: I haven't mentioned many names but I do remember every single one of you I talked to, I think, so feel warm and get the "aww ken remembered me" feeling anyways, hmm if you were one of those girls who were snogging me whilst i was in the memory lapse um I'm sorry but you'll have to try harder to make an impression next time. ========================================= Red Bull Dozers http://www.cockscrew.com/rbd +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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