wotcha, how are you? I recently attended the big sinister weekend. Caitlin Pigtails was there. Other people were there too; some even played football, whilst I merely retired to the shade to climb a rather unimpressively small tree. The hoarse sound of trainers against gravel could be heard in the distance as Miss Lucy Brown and myself watched from afar. The Pinefox was obviously prepared for such an event, looking rather school-boyesque in his wee shorts and t-shirt, while some idiot was clearly not, shuffling about in his Dr Martin boots, tsk. However fun watching a live game of football was, I found myself being distracted by the geriatric roller blader with an remarkable Knack (m-m-m-my sharona!) for skating in circles (backwards, no less) repeatedly without appearing to grow bored for, what I remember, as being quite a long period of time. As the rain began to get heavier, we decided that heading back to the pub where we could watch football without getting wet would not be a bad idea. A rumour started to circulate within the pub that the Delgados would be appearing on stage before the mull historical society (whoever made this decision wants firing) so the lovely Ms Sunnyset, the fantastically shy Mr Stefano, the divine Ms Idleberry, the adorable Ms Brown, some other guy with floppy hair and glasses who wants to be in Jackass and myself used public transport in the form of a taxi to get to the Royal Concert Hall just in time for the Karen Dunbar gig. She was pretty great; she made a few slip-ups, like stating that Hate was the first Delgados album, saying they were still *working* on Hate and pretty much having the cheek to stand on stage and be such an absolute prick. But what can you say, her harmonica playing was second to none. Monday the 19th of May was officially my last Higher exam, which therefore means I can leave school whenever I want, maybe I’ll wait till the last minute, make them think I’m gracing them with my presence for yet another year or perhaps I’ll leave tomorrow, put them out of their misery. I decided last month that I’m not going to University this year after all; the thought of studying at Sunderland doesn’t particularly appeal to me so I’ve decided on taking a ‘year out’, in which I plan to move to the city of Glasgow where I’ll gain some work experience whilst building a stronger photographic portfolio, thus giving me a better chance of getting into the University of my choice – hooray. (at this point, you might be wondering what relevance the subject of this post has to what I’ve been writing, who am I to keep you in suspense?) The topic, as I’m sure you know, is from the quite wonderful I Want the One I Can’t Have, by the Smiths which seems rather relevant to the way I feel right now. I do indeed, want the one I can’t have and it is indeed, driving me mad. So mad infact that it’s quite hard to think of anything else, which is why I’m sitting here at 4.30am writing about the weekend as a feeble attempt to take my mind off things. * Failed. Anyway, it’s now 5am and this coffee won’t drink itself. Cheerio Patrick x *It was also Morrissey’s birthday when I started this post. _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons - download MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+