Hello sinister-pies, Ooooo what a strange few days i've had, I tried to quit my university course on Tuesday because Accounting is just not really for me,so i went to see my University counselor and somehow,im still not quite sure, i was convinced that staying in Accountancy was such a good idea,i think he used magic. I think i actually stamped at one point: "I wanna quit the course" nicely and calmly "But have you considered the amazing career prospects of accountancy" "I wanna quit the course" slightly agitated and whiny "You know you can take a non-accredited degree and finish a year earlier" "I wanna quit the course" Stamping up and down "You know you can get into any Sociology or English career with an accountancy degree" "I wanna quit the course" pleading "But its already too late in the semester" "Bite me.Bite me. Bite me." running out the room Hmmmm anyway something like that,i was bewitched i tell you. Erm im weak. Then at night i went to see Troika with a few friends and met some lovely sinister type people too and i decided to take my anger at the counsellor out on my liver,it is bad and must be punished,9 tequila slammers and a Troika gig later i was callously deserted by my friends. Not callously or deserted either but that sounds better. Anyway i found myself in the company of a superfab young lady,another four or five tequila slammers later and we headed for our respective last trains. However what was not taken into consideration is what i shall suggestively title "the five steps rule" which means that after ten or more tequila shots walking five or more steps without falling is nigh on impossible,this makes walking for a train a lot more difficult but slightly more colourful,anyway the ten minute walk turned into a half hour stumble and the last train slowly headed away with absolutely no consideration for drunken buffoons who could only manage a few steps without falling flat on their face.Evil Railtrack bar-stewards!Actually i could have made the train because i could manage a whole twenty steps without falling but my superfab lady friend could only manage the pitiful five discussed earlier Luckily Mr. Troika seen us and let us stay at his place which was superfab of him actually because i so didn't fancy the prospects of staying up in Glasgow all night with a Hefner gig looming over my head the next evening. Then the next day me and my huge hangover went to see Hefner which should have been grate,but my liver didn't like being punished the previous day so it decided to make me feel evil all day. For some strange reason they played the Cathouse which is like goth heaven and i was expecting to walk in and see some sheep being sacrificed on a pentagram but maybe i was late or something because there wasn't one. Mr. Hayman's voice was dead too and there these neds who kept shouting and swearing and generally being neds,i think the pinnacle of their nedness was when one of them tried to out-sing Hayman and when politely asked to quieten down replied "Fuck off this is my song" Argh i want to kick neds' shins Yicketts are worse though,they're the cultural consequences of people like Eminem and Mr. Durst. I'd love to chain Yicketts together by padlocking their chains to each other and then watch them try to figure out why they keep falling,i think it would take about a year for them too realise: "Wow man we keep falling and we're like stuck too each other" "Hey this is,like,soooooo unrufus" "I wonder if my man Em has a song about this" Erm quite. Hmmmm tangents: Loneliness must be the single most crippling emotion anyone can experience.Its so much worse than rejection or sadness or general malaise because they can all be bounced back from and you can turn to friends,but if you're lonely you've no one to turn to or at least it seems that way and it just leaves you feeling so empty. I almost hugged a lamp post last night,i think i would have if id had more to drink but as it was i just settled for a few head-pats from my tall friend and the pearls of wisdom "It really can only get better" or something similar to that anyway. I am afraid of the dark ages, recently instead of taking notes at university i've been sitting writing random weird lines that come into my head from novels or films or even my warped imagination and my friend asked to borrow my notes because he missed a lecture and i gave them to him without thinking and all he got was a bunch of random weird lines that he couldn't understand at all,which was pretty funny for me. Ooooo dundee picnic is on Saturday,i need to make my way up all on my lonesome because Alan can't make it which is not too good actually because three hours on the train myself isn't much fun. Hmmm everyone can be super nice to me when i come up though and then i can punish my liver some more and that will be fab. Anyway must dash Love, hugs and a purple funky monkey, Danny xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+