hello sinisterians (sinister ians? no all of you i mean.) THE WEEK I'm not feeling to coherent in thought this morning, so a random collection of thoughts from the vaults of the mind: Tuesday: saw two girls wandering round Edinburgh in t- shirts and knickers and high heels while out for my lunch. ************** Thursday: saw Elvis, handing out flyers. I took one and he said "thanyew veery much, uh huh". ************** Friday: saw a man climb into an overnight bag and zip himself into it. ***************** Also saw Camera Obscura gig, Gordon has reported on. Thought Tracey Anne was going to cry at one point, after the splashing incident. It must be hard actually, I mean, you play a gig, and you're playing to a crowd like that, and you've probably been feeling nervous for a while, and hoping it goes without a hitch. Managing to cope with the heckles of some ridiculous woman with bad hair and AWFUL make up in the audience, by brushing it off and turning the other cheek, and standing in front of two hundred pairs of eyes watching you. Playing songs, that you think are good, and hope are good, and meet the expectations of the paying punters standing in front of you expecting to be entertained. Then to get water (I presume it was water, I dunno) thrown at you, while you're busy concerntrating on your song, and having those eyes watching you on stage, in a hot, sweaty venue, theres the initial shock factor I can imagine as it hits you. You know the shock you've had yourselves probably, when someone splashes you with cold water, when you least expect it, and how your natural reaction is one of shock and suprise, out of some sort of defensive thing inside you. Then theres all the gear on stage- your guitars, your belongings, your electrical stuff, your cables, your pedals, getting a soaking. Things you've saved up for and paid for, and stuff that belongs to you. Your possessions, your belongings, expensive items too- not just a jacket, or a bag getting a pint spilt over it, but some deliberately malicious, unprovoked action of some neanderathal cave woman, against you, and your guitar, and your friends. One stupid woman, one ridiculously bad make-up bitch, who the hell did she think she was. That silly cow in the audience. The glares from the crowd, I thought someone was going to lynch her at one point. Thought Mr Murdoch was damn professional at not loosing his cool, and hats off to him for dealing with the situation effectively, promptly, and as calmly as anyone possibly could have. Fair play to the band. ********** Met with Mark last night. We went to the gig and when we came back to mine we went for a walk and saw a fox, out in the park. It was a big fox, a big fox, maybe a boy fox. His tail was long and slim, and he trotted along the path cool as could be with a slight arrogant foxiness about him, and didn't seem fazed by us sitting there watching him. I've never seen a fox round here before. Then I saw a frog, crossing the bridge. Had to be careful, its dimly lit around those paths near my home, and theres lots of folliage thats fallen onto the path. Was worried about standing on little animals and squishing them. Its a fear of mine. I remember when I was 16, and went for a walk with this girl who wanted to be a goth. She was into vampires and velvet, and books about witch craft. We went for a walk, and I noticed two seconds too late to stop her, as she stood on a toad, and I looked back and its little squashed body had flipped upside down. I teased her about having little toad eyeballs on the bottom of her Doc Martens. I found a dead mouse when I was 14. I was about to wash my dads car for him to earn myself some extra pocket money. I went into the garage and found a bucket. There was water in it, and what looked like a stick floating in the water. Just as I went to prod it with my finger, I realised it was a drowned mouse. I screamed. I felt sorry for that little mouse. It had probably fallen into the bucket, and drowned from exhaustion, in the darkness, unable to get out. And that idea haunted me for weeks. ********** End transmission. love idles xx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.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. 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