Hello there, Jeepers, this feels like writing a letter home from a holiday. I’ve evidently left it too long. There are now far too many things to say and not enough detail remembered from any to make them interesting. Regardless, it’ll all just end up as a chronological list of events anyway. So far I have not yet shared the countless stories that have been part of my jaunt, including tales of debauchery, drinking, love, drinking, weddings, drinking, couches, drinking, pavements, drinking, dancing, gigs and a little bit more drinking. Infact, if I were a small elephant, which I’m not, then I’d be dead, which I’m not. Then again, if I were a large elephant, I’d still have one hell of a hangover. So thankfully I’m just a boy with a rotting liver instead. Beyond these tales of Scottish hyjinx there is yet more to be told of the stalking of a certain group of boys going under the name of the Lucksmiths, sleeping with said quarter of the Greek massive and spending more time on busses than time sober. But still, after those stories have faded into the night, there is still the account of my further travel to the distant shores of Laura Land. As a result of my ingestion of copious amounts of alcohol, my mind is not what it once was, and the large majority of the stories mentioned above have been forgotten in the abyss of inebriation. In llew I shall attempt to traverse the tightrope of tales filled with wit and whimsy. Failing that I'll just ramble for a bit. As I write this I’m sat at Miss Llew’s computer. As I write that I’m sat, writing this at Miss Llew’s computer, I realise that I am in a position of great privilege. Few, if any, (barring the very goddess herself) have sat in such high places whilst posting. I was hoping that this fact might coax my post towards greatness, but I fear that I shall be let down by my own performance. Perhaps I should reinvent myself for a bit of a creative kick. Someone suggested becoming a man with a penchant for capes and mascara. Depending on the colour of both that could be fun. I’m thinking a red flowing cape and shiny silver mascara (perhaps even some eyeliner and little bit of lippy too) would give me something to post about. Problem is it would probably only be about how many stitches some guy gave me on the weekend and how many bruises I’ve amassed in a day. Oh well, it’s better than nothing! Oh yes, I seem to remember Miss Vicky Vodkabird saying something about wanting a mention or two. I can’t remember whether you wanted just Vic, Vicky, Voddy, V-Diddy, Vicklemeister or just Ho! That enough for you love? Since arriving in the Land of Llew I have been shown a great deal of the state she’s in (sorry for the shite joke…blame ken!). We have perused bookstores, sampled a large cross-section of the cheeseburger market, climbed mountains (not without the aid of the indispensable car) and watched classic films (Harold and Maude anyone?). Plus, I managed to endanger Miss Llew and the rest of the nation by getting myself behind the wheel of a motor vehicle. Thankfully nobody was killed, well, not that I know of. Finally, I’ve been asked to write a small dedication to the Divine Comedy, who are no more. Well, I can’t say I knew them well, cause I didn’t, so I won’t. I can’t say that they touched my life profoundly and deeply, cause they didn’t, so I won’t. I can’t say that I even knew they had split up until Sweetie told me, cause I didn’t, so I won’t. Therefore, all that’s left is to say “Well done chaps”, pat them all on the back and present them with a lovely antique carriage clock. So, I shall now return to the wonderful world of llew and bid you all a fond farewell. In closing, if anyone in London is free anytime from the 1st until the 10th of November, it is in your best interests to seek me out for drinks and frivolity. Otherwise I shall be forced to bite your noses off. And that would be unpleasant. For the rest of you…bad luck. I’ll see you all in Glasgow soon enough. takes hold of the reins of his mighty stead and gallops off into the setting sun Breams _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+