Sinister: crushes and brighton beer

[Marcus Omond]

hi there, sinisteroonies,

right, the wonderful booze explosion from dublin started a review of the 
brighton "picnic" with a list of things that did not happen, so i thought i 
might continue it... we did not get almost chucked out of a pub for singing 
'if you're feeling sinister' far too loud when every one else was watching 
some arty film on the telly, i was not the  drunkest person there, and i did 
not lie in the middle of the road for half an hour while siany got me water 
from another pub to stop me from throwing up the ten pints i'd had.  by the 
time paula and her lovely boyfriend arrived richard, sian and i had not had 
about five pints each and were not staggering around on the beach looking 
like winos.  and i was not too drunk to be able to make it to the train 
station, thus having to crash at siany's place (much to the disgust of her 
parents i'm sure, even though she says they liked me).  but a good time was 
had by all, even if between five of us we managed to ingest more alcohol in 
five or six hours than was consumed over two days by about twenty people at 
the london picnic (which was wonderful too).  we should do another brighton 
one someday, only not with so much drink this time... i'm not up for another 
two day hangover...

crushes are great.  while i was in prague and bowlie was going on, i was 
waiting at the tramstop and i noticed a beautiful girl.  so i started 
dreaming.  then the next day, with bowlie over, she was at the tram stop 
again and was wearing A LOOPER BADGE!!!  so i started talking to one of my 
friends in an uncharacteristically loud voice about how disappointed i was 
to have missed belle and sebastian and how they were the best band in the 
world... you know the drill.  and this beautiful girl came up, asked if b&s 
were playing in prague (to which i replied 'i wish i wish i wish', but i 
didn't say what i was wishing) and we got on the tram together.  and we 
talked about stuart's heavenly voice, and isobel's looks (which we both 
agreed were undeniably cute - one of the main reasons i went out with my 
swedish ex was because she looked like isobel) and i was in such a state of 
shock that one of the prettiest girls in prague liked b&s that i didn't ask 
for her number when i got of the tram, only saying 'see you around then,' 
and hoping to see her at the tramstop the same time the next day.  but i 
didn't, and i went back to the tramstop (sprinting out of school to get 
there on time) every day for the next two months, and never talked to her 
again, even though i thought i saw her once in the tram that was just 
leaving on the only day that i waited for my friends before rushing to the 
tramstop.  argh!!!  and so that one stayed a crush.  i think it can be cool 
when a crush becomes reality, but not if you find out that the girl/ boy is 
into the vengaboys and ocean colour scene, thinks that athletics is a good 
way to pass the time or thinks that any of the arty things that move you (a 
chagall painting, a bob dylan bootleg, a poem by don paterson) are 'wank' 
when you show them to them.  but when they like them too things suddenly 
become brighter, like if you were on the beach in cyprus and a beauiful girl 
kissed you...

anyhow, i've probably bored you all.  is anyone apart from natasha and me 
going to 'track and field' this friday night?  i'll be wearing my stow 
t-shirt, and i don't know what she'll be wearing, but it'll probably include 
at least one upside down badge.  if we don't see you there, then hope to see 
you on monday at trash.  i'm going to go and dream about the signed copy of 
dj shadow's 'endtroducing' that's being held until the weekend for me, and 
listen to my bowlie tape (which doesn't cut off in the middle of lazy line 
painter jane - anyone who wants a copy and has something pretty to swap me 
e-mail me privately).  anyway, i've gone on too long (sorry list mummy) and 
i'll love you and leave you with a stanza by don paterson which needs 
holding to your breast and treasuring.

love

Marcus XXX

'and no trade was ever so fair or so tender
so where was the flaw in the plan
the night we lay down on the flag of surrender
and woke on the flag of japan'

from 'imperial' by don paterson


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