Going out in London is a great way to relieve oneself of all that troublesome weighty money. It's an unfortunate side-effect of being over twenty-five that the designers of bars assume your ideal environment is a multi-level labyrinthine enormo-bar/club thing with piped chart music. But then it wasn't my birthday - I couldn't choose the venue. We worked out it was cheaper to get drunk on the house wine rather than the (bottled) beer. They actually showed me the bottle for approval before opening it! By the way, the football: What a load of shite! I'd have walked out after the first half and gone to the pub if I hadn't already been in one. The next day I was hungover, tired and less disposed towards talking to people. I took my leave of the small group of friends who I like and some mere aquaintances about whom I'm ambivalent. I travelled into London with another of the Mere Aquaintances who I've now decided is lovely. I have a thing for girls with big dark eyes who can employ the word "slacker" with sincerity and accuracy. We chatted about stuff -her boyfriend is a marine currently in the middle-east although not at this point directly involved in the goings-on - before parting ways at Waterloo. I went to Camden and bought one of the Love & Rockets books I didn't have. By now it was shedding down with no plans to stop. Gordon dropped a lengthy and diverse post in which he mentioned "the big yin's banana boots" which brought a smile to my face. The rest of the post was good too. Halfway home my train magically turned into a coach. There was a radio on board which told me that bombs had started falling on Kabul. The coach went silent while Mr. Blair spoke forcefully and eloquently like he always does. Mr. Bush spoke awkwardly and made me think my ears had gone funny. I began to think of cities laid waste and human suffering. I wanted to think of things that didn't make me feel like the world was bigger and uglier than I could handle. If it had occurred to me, then I would've thought of the banana boots. Selfishly I thought of the girl with the big brown eyes - presumably someone else far away was doing the same thing. Fuck knows what she was thinking. Robster ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+