Well, for some reason everyone always breaks up with me just before VD (apart from last year, but that girl is a horrible, foul thing that lurks under rocks, as I later discovered), and it happened again a couple of weeks ago after 7 months. So, I went out last night, expecting to either find some girl at random, get drunk, or be depressed, most likely some combination of all three. What I found, apon going to a club with 2 single friends (both female), and one whos boyfriend is away, is that a reasonable time can be had without any of these things, reasonable, not good, and I have no idea why it was reasonable, because on paper it looks shitty. I spent most of the night looking for vaguely indie/hippie looking girls, with a maximum of two fitting the category, and then only in the broadest possible sense... I hate the clubs in bath, I see loads of attractive indie/hippie girls in the street, but then I go into a club and there don't appear to be any... mind you, seeing as I usually stay in the union bar myself... Anyway, I'm not being shallow, I wouldn't only go out with indie/hippie girls, but they are nicer to look at and tend to have more interest in me (fitting, as I do, somewhere in the vague range between indie, hippie and habitual sex offender). What I did get is some drunken irish guys having an un-invited conversation, about nuclear power of all things, for about an hours, while constantly sitting too close. It didn't really help that two out of the three girls I was with proclaimed that they could never go out with a guy with long hair, which I have (not that I have any interest in them at all, it was just a little annoying). Oh, and to top it all, I usually live near enough to Manchester that I could go down there to see the Electric Honey thing, but now I'm at uni in bath, damn, damn, damn. [note belle and sebastian content :)] Anyway, back to valantines day... in poetry class, for the creative writing half of my degree, we were asked to write a love poem, I came up with this... Visiting Rachael in Leicester The evening was used up crying, for your attention, you were distracted by a friend, more dramatic than even me, allowed me an appendage to squeeze at, to press your fingers together like a raft. Leaving with me, to comfort, I thought you were kindness, in a dull room your mouth took me away. The morning began like a cliff, leaning forward, waiting to feel something solid, falling. Not noticing at first I pulled at a loose woollen thread, held on like a life rope, hoping I could turn your head to me. Your friends were mocking the dark red marks above a shirt I had found too small. Only once could I touch you, then only briefly, as the taxi arrived to take me away. The train was death, simple as a passage to God. Blurred like ghosts, street lights, house lights stumbled past and a knoll trembled though the black plastic in my ear. Home was not where I wanted it to be. not that I'm bitter or anything... ho hum. (that isn't about the recent one, that's about my first love) I've been listening to Dog on Wheels E.P. a lot recently, for some reason, that and Elephant Shoe by Arab Strap. All good. Elephant Shoe is depressing. Why do I never meet any B&S fans? "...and of course everyone felt appropriately shocked and saddened by the women's affliction..." The Happy Reaper +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+