The boy Tim liked comic books and good movies, looking at trees and girls with green eyes, the taste of white russians and peaches freshly picked and still warm from the sun, the smell of wood being sawn and turf burning on the fire, spooning and feeling that little groove at the bottom of girls’ backs. He hated pop socks and brothel creepers, french cigarettes and hangovers, football and reality TV, trudging home in the rain in his baggy trousers and trying to get a clean cover on his duvet of a Sunday afternoon. He was saddened that his Christmas vacation had come to an end and that he had to leave his sleepy home town, Omagh to return to the bustling Scottish metropolis that was Aberdeen. He was also dismayed to learn that through holiday shopping and new years eve celebrations, his bank account funds had shrunk more quickly than a Russian dolls stylee T-shirt in a 40 degree wash. It had been a magnificent holiday though, he thought. Apart from ‘Meet Joe Black’. It had kicked off especially well with the Belle and Sebastian concert in his old student’s union in Belfast. Not only had he been reunited with old college friends and sinisterians, Daragh, Ian and Barbara, but he had met the fountain of knowledge and wisdom that was Ian the dirty vicar, the incredibly friendly James, Seamus the Ballybay wookie and the very lovely Louise. His disappointment at not hearing ‘Expectations’ or ‘Suspicious minds’ had faded quickly away when the band played ‘The boys are back in town’, a song that to him would always mean the coming together of old and dear friends. And it had all been for charity to boot. How wonderful. Tim greatly enjoyed lurking in sinister land, learning about music and movies and although he had been there for near on half a year had yet to introduce himself. Shucks he thought to himself and got to it. *************************************************************************************** 'Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.' from Catch 22 by Joseph Heller (1923-1999) _________________________________________________________________ Join the world’s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+