Well, B&S day has been and gone, and so has the Scottish Picnic Down By The Sea. As I was Picnic Mummy for the day, I suppose I'd better tell you all what happened. Everyone met up as planned, and managed to catch the trundly branch-line train down to the beach. There was a fair crowd of us---me, gordonpicnicdaddy, sweetie, vic, steve, jo "pigtails are *my* trademark", ian, harry, Jim The Australian, dimitra, andrew, sunnyset, Extremely Tall Chris, Lots Of Other People, and most importantly, Belle, everyone's favourite listpuppy. After walking onto a golf course and making ourselves rather unpopular, we found the beach and wandered along until we found a nice hollow between rocks, in front of a deep, dark cleft probably filled with unimaginable horror. It was nice and secluded, so secluded that half of the picnicers got lost, couldn't find anyone and walked several miles back and forth along the beach. We lit our barbecues, sat and drank, and discussed all the important issues of the day. We even remembered to put food on the barbecues, but forgot to take it off again until our cosy cleft was rather full of smoke. The only way to solve the problem was by inventing the now-famous Olympic sport of barbecue shuffling, pushing them up and down the beach until the smoke went away. Sadly, the beach wasn't really paddling-friendly, but a few people (Belle included) were brave enough to try it. They ended up rather wet, of course. Some people kept getting phone calls from a Mr K P Y Chu, who I'm told is a maths teacher who posts here every couple of months or so. Some people at the other end of the country had decided to have a picnic too, apparently. I'm not sure why they just didn't come along to ours. Sadly, we ran short of drink eventually, and had to go off in search of more. The next picnic is going to be non-alcoholic, so we don't have to worry about that. Some people went off home, some went to the pub, and one just fell over in the sand giggling. I'm not sure who it was, but she sounded like she was from Birmingham. After that, we found the train back to the big city, and had lots more adventures. People were gaily snogging, wildly drinking, and generally enjoying themselves. Sweetie defended the rest of us from a four-foot tall ned who wanted to beat us up, and the list's most belle-oved member sat down and did a poo on the pavement in the middle of the city. But all that's far too long a story for me to tell you about here. Oh, pictures *will* be coming soon. I promise. xx embrapicnicmummygneissy -- http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ ICQ 66321009 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+