Sinister: What do you want to do now?

[Will Salt]

Hello, Sinister.

I've just been away.  My first holiday in five years, and I come back and
war seems to have broken out on Sinister.  Lovely.  I don't understand
what these people are whining about; Scarborough, Aberdeen and Ipswich are
*all* on the east coast.  Personally, I think they should have played
Cleethorpes Pier, but you can't have everything.

So, I went on holiday.  Normally I live in Scotland, but I decided to
spend the weekend in England, just for the hell of it. I decided to visit
Ealing, just because it's one of those places that nobody ever goes for
their holiday.  I book my tickets and everything, and then war breaks out
there too.  Still, I went anyway, and only *half* the place was cordoned
off.

The *real* reason I decided to go to Ealing on holiday was that I got
invited to a party there.  So, I went to the party, and drank far too
much.  After volunteering to escort someone back to the tube, I returned
to the party, but passed out in the garden.  In the rain.  For four hours.
Eventually the host dragged me back inside and sat me on the stairs whilst
he went off snogging a cute boy he works with.  His Dutch flatmate wrapped
me in a sleeping bag, and I sat their staring into space until there was
enough level space free inside for me to pass out again.

So, if anyone was at a party in west London on Saturday and remembers
seeing someone with hair in bunches, exceedingly drunk and half-covered in
mud, then please forget it as soon as you can.  It wasn't me, honest.

Still, I had a good Rest Of The Time down in England, because I got to be
a tourist and go round all the standard-issue tourist places like the
British Museum and Tate Modern.  I didn't have time to see the Vermeer
exhibition at the National Gallery though, and I just couldn't be arsed
queuing for that big ferris-wheel thing.  I did see someone with an
Ampersand t-shirt, though, waiting for a bus on Buckingham Palace Road.  I
wanted to stop and say "Oooh!  B&S!", but I was too shy.

The subject line, incidentally, is a phrase that Dimitra told me she
likes.  Well, one she heard a lot, or something, anyway.

Somehow, I have gained grazes all over my elbows.  I think it must have
happened when I was drunk.

Well, I'm off to Glasgow tomorrow to meet another listee, Johnjohn from
Dingwall.  I hope he's not too scary.

bye, people


Will

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