ouch, recently I have become a sympathy-monger. dealing it out. receiving it. mostly receiving it. with my own style of horrendous whining about things that have happened to me. lately. I won't bore you with ALL the details. I'll bore you with a synopsis. I got ill a day before my parents left for a two week holiday far away. my brother had moved out of the family home the week before and I was all alone to mope about and cope with my first genuine illness [save colds and flus] in years. a week after my parents had gone I went to the doctor and he told me it was tonsillitis. which doesn't really sound that bad. but it hurt. I promise. the same day as finding out that I had tonsillitis and getting prescribed some anti-biotics, I went to the dentist. although I almost didn't. I got out towards where my dentist practices and I went into some kind of auto-pilot mode and turned to head for glasgow. only when driving up the slip-road onto the motorway did I realise where I was...where I should be. I drove for miles to be able to exit and turn around and get back on then exit and be where I had been fifteen minutes earlier. so I exit and turn around and get back on and almost end up where I had been fifteen minutes earlier. but, instead, I drive into the back of another car at a junction. now. I wasn't not looking and, like, assuming that he had driven off. it was, like, I wasn't looking and he, that guy, he must have gone...because he had so much time to be able to go. okay. so it was like I wasn't looking and assumed he'd driven off. it was like it. I've never been in a proper accident before. except when I went around a corner once and ended up with the vauxhall nova I was driving on its side. but that doesn't count. the man I hit was english and very friendly and understanding. he took all my details and gave me all his and patted me on the back. [I looked ill and shocked, he was being sympathetic]. I went to the dentist. he looked at my teeth for thirty, or so, seconds and said 'perfect teeth'. I wish I hadn't gone to the dentist. a synopsis has to be brief? but I've had joy too. the night of the day of the doctor/crash/dentist, I went to see a band in glasgow called stabiliser. that was real fun. and there was nice company and we had some nice jokes made. and I stayed at my brother's flat. we get on much better now that we hardly see each other. then, the next morning, I got to show a lovely greek lady around glasgow. I'm not sure how much of a good job I did. but it was fun. dimitra [the lovely greek lady] could barely understand a word I said at first, but soon we were communicating quite well. unless all that nodding was just out of politeness. I showed her some nice places that I could think of. I'm sure there are a lot of nice places I couldn't think of. but we ended up, later on, in bacchus drinking orange juice and drawing maps on the backs of flyers with coloured pens while being serenaded [until the interruption by the final night of 'big brother'] by a selection of music from the king of partick's collection. that was fun. I enjoyed it. I took my anti-biotics. then, the next morning, I got to go to north berwick via edinburgh for a picnic. again there was nice company and some nice jokes made. I had a nice bottle of wine. I postponed my anti-biotic intake especially. I had shorts for the beach but never felt inclined to exchange my trousers for them. I was aurally assaulted in 'the golfer's rest'. but I won't mention that again. in this post. we went back to edinburgh and walked around and were told where people used to work. for most of the time. gordon found a tramp to chat with on the high street. and sweetie finally got her obligatory snog of the evening. andrew got a snog too. I got on a train and went home. oh. with two lovely cassettes that had been made gifts of to me. thanks. and william and gordon displayed some fun photos of the day on the internet. which is fun. I had a story about a bathroom, a fly, a copy of 'moby dick' and a spider in the bath. but that's about the extent of the story. so. when I originally considered posting again I wanted it to be called 'the dean and I' and for it to be all about extolling the many, wonderful virtues of that rumpled romeo dean friedman. but I thought it might put people off reading anything else I ever wrote in the future. although, I had some funny things to say about the dean. and I. [late] on saturday the fourteenth of july, breanne l. day at seductive_b@yahoo.ca said: 'red bull and vodka'. I would tend to agree. still no posts about benicassim? I heard they played two new songs. and that they were nice. I could go on... but I won't. okay? I just wanted to add some variety. some contrast to the fleeting reply-to-a-reply[-to-a-reply] posts. or the ones that mention some gigs. I don't know about how to choose where to play gigs. as I gave up playing the violin a long time ago; I doubt I'll ever have to face such a dilemma. time to get comfortable. thanks for all the sympathy, sure. now I aim to get some pity. I have a lot of drawings I have to do...ugh. yes, richard. ____________________________________________________________ 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. 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