there has, yes, has indeed, yes, been a lack of your Reporting Back from thursday in glasgow. I don't want to deprive anyone of a lacking. as if I could. someone said they heard I had thrown up in the toilets. I hate inaccurate rumours. I don't think 'these things happen' is as annoying as I have. before. but that's okay. those things don't happen . to me often at all. not to such a degree. uch. I guess they don't. happen. 'happen'. addition of '...for a reason'. might help or not. I wrote that bit before david moore did proper actual Reporting Back. he made you not lack. properly. thank him. well. since then. I have enjoyed further nights out. well. I won't try to convince that I enjoyed them. but I did. I just don't always look like it. or I always look like I just don't. I have heard many people called 'chief'. I have had some fun with cueing. I have worked on my arrogant nature. or had my arrogant nature worked over. it's only natural. I have learned how to use the source. look. but there's no reason for a demonstrate of that just yet. or just here. but. yeah. sure were-are lovely people around. people that you can like a lot. oh. and startled by dancedancerevolution skills. and mused over street cleaning machining theiving. and guitaring. and cliffs. and appropriate tunes. fun. um. a wise choice of venue on saturday. with gifts for all. ceramics. grudgingly gilded glasses. LUXURY christmas pudding. with cider and liquor whisky [like glayva? like. um. someone else does liquor whisky. I was going to pretend I can listen.]. a cookie jar for cookie's cookies. crystal ducks for... that could be developed into the title of a play. but I haven't done much developing since high school. lack of facilities. I GUESS PETER FRAMPTON'S WAS JUST CALLED A 'TALK-BOX'. do you know otherwise? visiting. and more. soon enough. I think. enough. soon. that was in that recent past. before that. I went to amsterdam for a few days. and I nearly didn't get back. on the last evening. lured to the red light district. allowed to get drunken. abandoned. abandoned without. abandoned without a complete idea of how to not be in the red light district. and without any chance of being not drunken. I got to the airport. had a doughnut. and a can of lager. and bought four hundred cigarettes. seems I didn't remember that I was stopping. but now. I can't forget. on the first evening. it felt like more than one. episodical. lost gloves. steep stairs. a feeling of violation mixed with plain old peculiar. ness. my life seems. oh. forget it. love, richard. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+