fake fire drills are possibly the most pointless thing ever. actually, no. they serve a purpose and i suppose we need them. ok. fake fire drills in winter are possibly the most pointless thing ever. i was sitting in my english lesson cursing shakespeare for writing the tempest and cursing my teacher even more for making us study it, then some siren/alarm/buzzer thing goes off. you could tell that it's the first chance that it's had to buzz because the poor thing kept on choking then eventually it reached a constant state of... buzz. what i did find quite amusing though was the fact that when confronted with a situation people completely disregard rules and procedure. for example "leave your stuff in the room", we packed everything into our bags, "form orderly queues in the corridors and head down the side stairwells"...about 500 people tried to hurl themselves down the main staircase. but, the funniest thing had to be the people adjusting their make-up to go outside, i giggled all the way outside. it was far too cold outside and then the 'premises staff' ushered us all of into the church just nextdoor. i just sat on a pew, put on my headphones and will oldham told me about how he wants to fuck a mountain. so here i am at home, will a red nose and cold fingers reading all your posts. bowling is a rather good idea, although i've always been extremely crap at it, i still enjoy it. i remember once when we went on a school trip to go bowling and i got put in a group where everybody had extremely small hands so they stole all the balls with small holes so i had to use a ball which was far too heavy for me and i could just about fit my entire hand through just one of the holes. when it was my turn to have a shot or whatever i went up and ran towards the line and when i swung my arm back to get at least some power on it the ball flew out of my hand and made this loud thudding sound on floor. on further inspection we learnt that it made a dent too, thus forever leaving my impression on the alley. but yeah, bowling sounds like a good idea. i thought of another title to give out too, "king/queen of the gutter". the person who manages to get the ball in the gutter the most times wins this prestigious title. this would be good for people like me who have no chance of being sinister bowling champion...so in a way..."we're all winners". i might be down in london at my brother's for new year so i might tag along for that. school trips in general were rather ace. i remember the first one i went on, to blackpool zoo. it was back when you had to hold hands with your classmates and your mum came along too. the only bad thing was we went in winter so all the animals were being lazy or were hiding. in a way that's good, i'm no longer scared of lions. the best one was when we were studying the tudors and we went to some old tudor mansion in sheffield. we got to dress up in all these costumes and hide in cupboards because they didn't like roman catholics...apparently. i remember acting really silly when they told us how old the house was. i thought it was going to fall apart so i stepped really carefully because i thought i was going to fall through the floorboards. i'll never go on a school trip again because i'm too old *sigh*. it'd be worth becoming a teacher just to go on them. keeping with this theme of nostalgia, my brother came up this weekend. it's great when my brother comes up, he tells me all about stock markets and how the world would collapse if it wasn't for his group. we ended up driving around and we ended up at our old street. i don't remember much about living there so i wasn't to affected but my brother was. he got really giddy, "i used to play cricket against that wall...the guy who lived there was a real knob". it was really funny. the only thing i remember about living there was when my dad spent the whole day constructing a gate for our driveway then being really proud of himself because he managed to do it by himself, then my mum goes "you haven't painted it". then my dad got really pissed off and stayed up way past midnight painting it just to prove something to my mum. i started work last thursday, i don't do much...but i suppose getting paid for not doing much is the way forward. i was however, fifteen minutes late. which wasn't my fault, but that of first bus company and it is a well known fact that first buss company are the root of all the wrongs in the world. there "gold service to manchester every 5 minutes" promise is such a lie. it should be "a bus to manchester every 20 minutes if the driver can be arsed to stop for you" service". and i had to stand because some bloke needed a seat for his feet, and i was too scared of him to ask him to move them. the building i work in is rather nice too. it's got one of those really old lifts (elevators...) which need to be manually operated. the guy who operates them is exceptionally small and doesn't look you in the eye, but that's ok. --- my local record store sells copies of "i'm waking up to us" for £6.99, that's wrong surely. b&s on jools was rather ace. jools got a gold disc too...on television. i think it's for one of those albums where he invites people round to his house and they perform other people's songs but they get the credit for it. i don't think jools liked them much, i think he was a much bigger fan of the buzz scaggs or whoever. at first i thought they were doing some sort of special effects until my mother informed me that my younger cousin had been around earlier and put magnets on the television thus creating a "rainbow" effect. goths are great, they utilise bin liners in ways i would have never of imagined. take care, nafees. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. 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