hey sinister today I looked at a tube of savlon's arnica paste for bruises and the first thing into my mind was to apply it liberally. It's not so much that there is anything really wrong , more a collection of stresses each bearing his load on my skin till I feel like one of these days I'm going to wake up after flutter light sleep with a beating heart and find a big strawberry mark on my belly. not so beautiful but at least then I could point it out to passes by, get arrested for flashing my navel and generally receive waves of sympathy. But my mum recently was hit on the leg by a golf ball and looking at her proudly blooming thigh I thought it was pretty but didnt make me feel like she desparately needed a big hug. So maybe the strawberry mark isn't the thing. My most vivid memory of a bruise was after me and a friend were attacked by robbers in tanzania. we'd spent the trip picking tiny fault with each other's smoking or what we'd like to eat or whether or not bananas for lunch and dinner and breakfast were parching us of our mini intelligence. The attack awful as it sounds was something of a relief. I had the bruise measured for posterity and it was at least 20 centimetres across and felt like a real thing but left no marks. I was going to the flaming lips tonight but I cant make it. I'd also like to thank idleberry ? and rachel for talking about suede. okay this is so dull to non suedettes, but frankly this band completely changed my life. My friend says that I'm lying and that the only band was pavement, but pavement et al sounded to me of Guy's car and never quite making it to america , which shows perhaps that its never so much the music as where you were when you hear it, but suede were my thing and if there was ever a reason to compile a book of band like memories from one period it would be suede. Melissa who is now a great writer wrote me a review of the london gig , somewhere with balconies on her shitty typewriter and I was so inspired I transformed the school magazine froma raving review of female sports to a horribly suede skewed journal of my so called and really quite dull suede filled life. Wasnt popular , but what other than rampant born again christianity could drive a person to bore their contemporaries in such a public way... I'm moving back to manchester in a week, so if there are any sinister mancunians? I know there used to be some, but I think they've all got married, so maybe the ones, married or not still there might like to shout? rx _________________________________________________________________ Join the world’s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+