Sinister: Shit happens

[Sam Walton]

Hello everybody,

I'm back. And amid gasps of total indifference and mutterings of, "I never 
even noticed he'd gone", I'll explain my absence.

I unsubbed at the beginning of July to go on a two week 
mountaineering/caving Gold Duke of Edinburgh thing in Northern Spain, 
planning to resub when I got back, but too much shit happened, and it was 
only two days ago, when I recieved Jules lovely tape through Kaytee's tape 
tree, that I remembered what I was missing. But, to fill you all in, my 
summer has been shit - I think I've had enough misfortune to last me a life 
time, or at least a few months. The first thing that happened was the day I 
got back from my holiday, my best friend got hit by a drunk driver, and was 
paralysed. Yes FUCKING PARALYSED. That made me wake up and smell the coffee. 
Oh yes sirry. It was very strange though; he was and still is remarkably 
upbeat about not being able to walk anymore, and I was the one who spent all 
day crying for about a week and a half. So that made me feel shit, and so 
the prospect of rejoining the 'twee-brigade', as some of my other friends 
call it (is twee still a four-letter word round here?) didn't really appeal. 
It still gets me down to think that my best mate is in a wheelchair, but I'm 
getting over it. Apparently though, the chances are that he will walk again, 
a bit like Jim McDonald in Coronation Street (my mum watches it...). He's 
jazzed up his chair as well with lots of stickers and has fuzzy dice on the 
arm rest... which is actually really funky. But that was the first downer.

Then in the second week of August, my Gran (who has been totally bonkers for 
the last ten years anyway) and Uncle died, within four days of each other, 
and that was also very sad, as my other Uncle is a money-grabbing bastard, 
who's trying to fiddle my Gran's will. The death of my Gran didn't really 
bother me much, becuase she's had about a month to live for the last three 
or so years, and so it wasn't much of a shock. My uncle, on the other hand, 
died very suddenly, and my Dad (his brother) was pretty screwed up over it. 
And so that also drew me away from Sinister, cos I was too consumed with 
family fuck-ups

And then things began to look up. I had a wonderful Leeds festival (unlike a 
certain person I know and Erica, who I gather got on the wrong sides of each 
other - according to Erica's diary) and Pulp are sooooo brilliant, and I got 
my GAP year all planned (anybody else on the list doing doing a skiing 
season this winter?).

The only moderately pissing off this at the moment is my job. I feel totally 
unqualified to complain following Jen's report earlier this week however, 
and Jen: you are a kind and more patient soul that me. However, I will 
complain, only a bit. I'm working for a solicitor's firm as a secretary, 
just typing letters and answering the phone, and my boss is the definition 
of the word moke; he talks to everybody as if they are five, and gives 
really unclear instructions just so we have to come back to him and say that 
we don't understand. And he looks like Monty Burns. Seriously.

Anyway, I doubt many of you wanted to hear all of this (sorry Honey - 
forgive me this time), but for those of you (very few) who did know when I 
was on Sinister before, I'm back now, slightly changed by a bizarre summer, 
but back. Phew, that was close....

Am currently listening to: Kid A, but I won't talk about it because it seems 
to be a bit of a sore subject round here, Leisure by Blur, SelmaSongs and 
the White Album, all of which are fab, apart from Leisure, which is shite, 
but has nostalgia value aplenty.

I've said far too much now, and I have a feeling that people are just going 
to see this in their inboxes and think "no, it's too big to read, click 
delete", which will, in all honesty, be totally justified.

So thank you Sinister for being there for me to moan to, and everybody, 
don't panic, for   I   A  M   B A C K.

Right, I think I'm going to go and hide under a rock now...

love,

S.x

P.S. B&S content: they were the soundtrack to a lot of my shitness this 
summer...


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