Hello Sinister. Reporting Back has never been a great forté of mine, but I'll give it a bash. Practice makes... and all that. More literary list luminaries can show me up later in the week, but for the time being this is my take. The Saturday: There was bowling and drinking. More of the latter, in most people's cases, although the Brighton contingent appeared quietly abstemious when it came to BOUZE. Casarotto will no doubt thank me for pointing out his bowling supremacy, as he demonstrated his rolling skeez in both games, proving wrong the pundits who only had Chu down for the title. However, drinking awards must go to the boy Devaney and also to Carsmile for their gargantuan efforts at the bar. Drifting in and out of conversation was geezaesthetics, diletantism vs fanaticism (or was it fatalism? Futurism?), the London Bootleg Choir, D*v*d K*tch*n and ILE/x/M. Buses were caught, trains were run for, chips bought, all in a north London beery haze. The Sunday: There was footballing and drinking. A picnic of sorts took place too. There was much to complain about in the meteorological department, and indeed much was complained about. Chu was chastised for organising the indoor part of the weekend during sunny times and the outdoor part during greyness. He argued that "you can plan a pretty picnic, but you can't predict the weather", which was fair enough, really. When people could stand the cold no longer, and when Casarotto and the B*wl*e K*ds turned up, there was football. The Pinefox reminisced over sunnier times of Ally96 scoring the greatest ever Sinister goal, and the "result of the decade" against ILE this time last year. Teams were made, and Sinister ruled the roost, seemingly unphased by the no-show of such previous wunderkids as Bapps, Trousers and Jim Purple. A commanding lead was soon gained, and although the Bowlie Kids put up a brave fight, Hollywood balls from Daf and brute strength from Mark "Chopper" Casarotto, amongst others, thumped home the 4-2 Sinivictory. As the sun came out, people sloped off to the pub, grumbling something about Ken and the weather. Conversations drifted around the topics of Guns & Roses, Casarotto's pulling technique, cheap haircuts and cheaper pints. I wussed out and flaked out. Finding it difficult to keep my eyes open, I made my apologies and disappeared back to London's trendy North London, where I discovered that they're re-running This Life on BBC2. Again. I watched it and remembered Britpop, and this is definitely A Good Thing. She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't mug yourself. love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+