Sinister: lovesick on a sunny afternoon...
Well, for sure, it's not sunny this day--it's more of a neurotic grey fuzz that sort of slides all over the horizon. It's strangely invigorating--much like badly made war flicks. I am writing for if anyone does remember my dilemma with the girl with the fiery gown, well it was furthered yesterday as a group of my lads and i (including my younger, but equally disturbed and shy brother) visited the restaurant where my favorite girl works. A bad part about having a huge crush on someone in the food and beverage industry, is that it gets worse when their restaurant is really popular. Oh how sad it gets. The opportunities for dialogue are few, if any. Thusly, she is always so busy, and running around the place, though i do believe her feet don't touch the ground, for it's a simple hovering/goddess maneuver. Well to get to the point, we couldn't bring ourselves to stop her running around and randomly say, "you look mighty charming today, may I ask you to sit and have a coffee with me?". Though I wish it was possible, it was not, however. Upon seeing her the first time earlier this week, I made a guess at her name. I stated that she looked much like an Elizabeth--oh how I truly love that name, and all its various variations. Well, upon leaving last night, a chap of mine had the true courage to ask our waiter what her name was. "Excuse me, could you tell me what that hostess' name is, the one in the deep blue dress?" "Oh, that would be Beth, Beth Currasco" And at that, I simply smiled and walked out, lightly looking back at her and smiling. I don't believe she saw me, however. My friends and I just stood in the parking lot, them in awe at me for guessing her name, and me in shock that I had walked out of the restaurant without muttering a word. So now, I'm back at point A. Though I'd really love to ask her to sit down and chat, I don't believe I have that freedom. I hardly slept last night, love's hands around my neck, its knuckles white and relentless. So I thought I'd write her a letter, sounds reasonable right? Well I think the man said her name wrong (it's definitely Italian-based), so we sat, brainstorming, Caruso, Carrisimo, et al. Stumped we were. So now I have no clues, no avenues, no streets to walk happily down. Sorry for the rant, may all your days be saturated with fiery bliss. always, blake +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
"Blake E. Hamilton" wrote:
"Oh, that would be Beth, Beth Currasco"
hey, i know Beth. she used to turn tables round in the Clubhouse bar, before they closed it down. i used to go in and talk to her nights, she had this dress shot through with silver thread. i tell you it's true, it's the same girl. i always found that 'hello beth, my name is [insert nom de plumme here]. how are you?' worked well. but hey, what do i know? what was it the media were trying to say about belle and sebastian fans? something about them being shy and retiring and something else? couldn't talk to hostesses? that must have been it. sorry, i don't mean to be mean... i know the score. been there, done that, hopefully will never do it again too. write her a poem on a table napkin. or some of stuarts lyrics if you want... worked for me in New Orleans, but that's another story entirely. attentive long term readers will remember that this time last year i was sending you all mail from a room in a Cornish hotel. this year it is from my trusty back room... we just tried to have a party but the duchess got ill and so now it is a non party, i am here typing this and the duchess is downstairs feeling poorly. the duchess is watching something on cable and i am listening to Spies of Rota by Appliance. it is very good, naturally. we don't seem to have very much luck with parties in this house. a couple of years ago our next door neighbour was murdered whilst we carroused. i think there's a curse on me to be not very social... i even tried playing some belle and sebastian earlier to appease the gods but to no avail. bugger. i hope everyone is all aquiver at the prospect of the bowlie. chalet shenanigans sound like they should be a lot of fun... certainly more fun that watching the pastels, but then again what isn't? sarah: you should never, i repeat NEVER have made public your ideas about shirt slogans. you know what these record label people are like, they eavesdrop on conversations, hear lovely ideas and than prey on people's lack of resources and/or concern about turning ideas into realites and before you can say 'pish', they've gone and made the t-shirts themselves and have made a tidy profit on it all. then they get uptight because they think that 'we', the punters are having a go at notions of independence and such like when in all reality we're just having a self-deprecating laugh in the face of notions of independent identity in this post-modernist and pre-dissolution accelerated cultural society. perhaps. and on the subject of shoddy marketting devices, anyone coming to Pam's pre-bowlie bash at the betsey trotwood on thurs, the advice is get there early in order to receive your limited edition Piezoelectric Unit booklet, titled 'the ballad of the duke of harringay'. there's only going to be around 20 copies, so if you are going to be there and you want to 'reserve' your copy, send me a private mail pronto. there's also going to be maybe 20 new edition Belle Lettres packs, complete with colour cover and some colour prints inside. wahey! again, mail me private if you want to put one aside for you. the belle lettres edition is £2.00... there may also be artwork or postcards to buy too, so bring some cash and/or sexual favours to barter with :-) shoddy marketing device over. one more whisky soda, Galaxie 500 now on the system. i have to go keep the faith, the duke ------------------------------------------ 'what's the name they call ones like us?' ------------------------------------------ Tangents On-Line http://www.tangents.co.uk PO Box 102, Exeter, EX2 4YL, UK editor@tangents.co.uk ------------------------------------------ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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