Sinister: september spawned a monster
hallloooooo everyone !!!!! (to really make that work you'll have to spend some time on your falsetto.... just a bit hig... GOOD! much better!) soooo (no fsalsetto required) spring day came and spring day and you know what? so bloody what! (exactly!) it's still cold and rainy here, although nice (we should now be coming to the end of the official, certified... oh no, sorry that's me, that sentence should read "documented" wettest rainy season in 40+ years! - so much for your "mediterannean climate", rinaldo!) but no, i am being unfair, springday was fun all-in-all, and YOU yes, YOU sinister was (were?) there to make it special. you may not have known it, but those few missing hours, that vaguely-remembered funny- smelling towel, that waking up in the gutter with your knickers on all wrong... sorry, that might be slightly beyond the pale, so i'll let it go and get right down to it: business, that is. well, yes, 1a) flowers were made and distributed, b) wine was consumed in rather impolite quantities, c) there were 5 girls in my flat and only one me, d) all of the above (AND E) I DIDN'T BLOODY SCORE!!! thanks spring, thanks for NOTHING!) but besides e), it was all great. having cleared the local supermarket of what must be a record supply of the finest, pure-cut crepe paper, a stack of straws and matches (you can imagine how difficult a stack of matches was to carry!) we assembled at around 2000 to commence our apprenticeships as nature's littles helpers (don't look at me like that, spring, i'm still fuming!) oh, i'd also made a tape of the most insanely cheerful music i had on tape (from the stone roses to the crystals - does everyone else love phil spector? - the cure to the lemonheads - does anyone else love "hospital" as much as i do?) and discovered a song that i'm hoping someone can tell me who it's by (the chorus goes: "f*ck off! who d'you think you are? get out of my f*cking flat. [varies] don't talk to me like that!" - it's delightful really, but take it from me, your neighboursd might not like it at top volume at 3 in the morn. okay, okay, i'm getting there though. having assembled and approved the prototype (a lot of approving was going on, but no KISSING, dammit! what's wrong with me?) we rapidly moved into production mode. soon flowers were stacked to the stars, or at least, we'd filled a few boxes, and decided to go distribute. all up the main street of varsity residences, on the grass under the oak trees - its hard to believe now, thinking back, how beautiful it looked under the streetlights. even the sky was getting dewy-eyed, with the moon peeking shyly through. i was so elated, i was literally jumping up and down, and momentarily forgot to think about sex. (don't worry, i'm better now, and the doctor promises no lasting effects). wild with enthusiasm, and because vicky needed the toilet, we rushed back to my flat, and eagerly set to it again (folding flowers alright - how many times must i tell you, there is positively NO shagging in this story!), emerging again in an hour's time with anther box full of blooms (by way of a change)... BUT ALACK!!! (see? that sums up my whole eveing in two words: instead of a-lass, a-lack!) my faith-in-human-nature was about to become an ex-faith-in-human-nature. for some undescribable reason, some undescribable person or personages had come and picked EVERY SINGLE one of the previous crop, bunched them up horribly, and thrown them in a heap (at 3 in the morning, i ask you! - well, actually can i make that "i proposition you!"?). and we hadn't taken photo's yet! so we ended up just planting a little corner very densely and went off to recuperate. well, that's it, then. at least people did seem to enjoy that little patch though (it lasted somewhat longer)! OH, but i almost forgot. sometime in the course of the evening, someone suggested the need to name our little newly-founded collective, and so of course i jumped in with "sinister" which seemed to go down well, so you were all there too, in name if not in numbers. good news is we plan to ride again: the next date tentatively pencilled in is hallowe'en, and then guy fawkes. be warned: i'll keep you posted, unless you explicitly tell me not to! (the next day i went for a picnic too, but it hardly seems to have compared to the others on the list: enjoy autumn everyone, it's my favouritest season of all, and i'm madly jealous!) love JohaN ps. sorry this is so long, but it was the best evening i've had for so long* and i thought, heck, if no-one HERE is interested, then why bother? anyway, thanks if you've read this far. lots of love to the sweet miss bates, to dahling stacey (you said i could!), to dimitra of the lovely posts (and grecian columns), kate 913 (what did we decide on - monomania?) and steve peet for his kind offer. i think that's it, sorry if i've forgotten you. also to all the people who write so much so beautifully. you make things slightly greener in a dry white season... *that is, except for the distinct lack of any snogging, as you may recall me vaguely implying somewhere, but that just makes it like any OTHER evening in my life. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. 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