dearest all. well, i'm finally back in england and back to my beloved cd player [no b&s for an entire week] and sinister digest, which i have been reading with a contented smile on my face. i've had a strange bank holiday weekend. it started with getting back from france at about 12.30am on the friday [or should that be saturday], and then getting 5 hours sleep before heading off to reading the next day. but my head did not hit the pillow before i had rung up phillip, my "dying" [his words, not mine - he had a cough] boyfriend. said boyfriend was very pissed and somewhere in witney, and had decided to go to reading after all [while pissed], despite his rule of not going to festivals unless he's playing at them. so the first half of the festival was taken up by my search for mr honey [that is his real surname], who i eventually found glued to the bar [i should have known] during pavement. he was wearing a very fetching purple dress and a cowboy hat. it was a bit strange, as i'd never seen him in a dress before - but he actually looked quite good. his legs are surprisingly alright for a man. but he soon changed his clothes, after cassie and i shouted, "no, you cannot sit crosslegged in a dress you fool " at himfor a while. i have to mention at this point that he asked me to phone him on sunday to tell him what time i was coming round. it's important later on.. i got dragged to see les rythmes digitales, who i actually liked a lot, so i did twee indie dancing in the middle of the dance tent. that was fun. six by seven were also interesting. but then paul and cassie went back to the tent to get pissed on vodka, leaving me with phillip. who was in a bad mood. and complained for the next hour about everything. and i mean everything. about the fact that there was nowhere to sit, about the fact that pot noodles had been specially designed so that he couldn't eat them, about the fact that there were too many people.......we ended up walking along w/ him shouting "i hate fucking festivals!" at every available opportunity. which was pleasant. then cassie and paul came back, suitably pissed to dive into the idlewild moshpit and scare all the fifteen year olds by being, well, us. phill refused to come into the tent, and i kept looking back to check he was still there. but then i looked back and he wasn't there anymore. so i go and watch a bit of blur, and a bit of all seeing i with phil oakley, and then i go home and fall asleep. next day, i ring phillip as we had arranged, only there's no answer. so i ring again. and again. and again. then it gets to about the twentieth time i've tried, and thee's still no answer. by this time i'm seriously distressed, and james comes over to console me. he then rings, and gets a nasty text message on his mobile from phill saying he's not answering the phone kos he can't be arsed 2 talk 2 anyone, and haven't you worked that out yet? very nice. since then, i have not spoken to my 'boyfriend'. apparently, he doesn't want to speak to me. although he is now speaking to everyone else. so i am slightly confused. i have also discovered 'kiss off' by violent femmes, and have been playing it all day as it suits my mood perfectly. any words of advice would be appreciated. * but yes, that was an interesting weekend. tomorrow night i intend on getting highly pissed. bring on the vodka. for the b&s content, i have the excuse that mr honey's band is named stars of track and field. but they don't sound much like our beloveds. oh, and i'm wearing my 'study at stow' t-shirt as i write this.....does that count? anyway, must be off to make a sandwich and go and listen to that song one more time. au revoir *bug* * although please don't tell me to dump him. i'm not going to. if i must, i shall wait and be dumped. it's good material i suppose. ___________________________________________ ***the tiny zine on the net*** http://ds.dial.pipex.com/sage/tartrazine ***and the best band in oxford*** http://www.sage.dial.pipex.com/moonkat/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+