Sinister: Get me away from here I'm frying/ back by popular demand

[Priscila Moura]

Hello sinister lovelies!

Got in from Islamabad yesterday morning. Jesus, the place was sweltering. 
And this coming from someone who comes from a sweltering place herself makes 
it double sweltering. Managed to fry myself by the pool for three whole 
hours, after that it just became unbearable.

I'm so happy to be back in Sinister, having been unfaithful for 48 hours. 
The bogus Tony Doogan episode pissed me off that much, although I did 
consider embracing my mugness and carrying on with the game of pretend just 
to see where it would lead. I'm such a curious creature, it really is my 
downfall at times. A couple of very sweet emails from Ken Walton and Sam Chu 
made me immediately want to resubscribe and I'm so glad I did. I L!O!V!E! 
Sinister! How can anybody leave and not want to come back? I confess to 
having been fed up at the time of the east x west debate (I think it was the 
reason for the mass exodus), but persevering has been extremely rewarding.

So, what marvels of Pakistani culture did I enjoy (other than the mandatory 
curries), you may ask. Actually, the highlight of my trip was meeting 
Angelina Jolie in the flesh. That's right, THE Angelina Jolie. She was 
sitting in first class on the flight out, in seat 4K. You could spot those 
blow job lips from miles away. Apparently, she was out there for some United 
Nations meeting or other - she's one of those Geri Halliwell style goodwill 
ambassadors. I kept going past to try and sneak what I hoped was a discreet 
look, but she never looked up. She's a lot smaller and younger looking than 
you'd imagine, and her looks are much more girl next door than sex siren 
(honest!). I wanted to ask "so, Angie is it true about you and Belle & 
Sebastian?" but somehow thought it best not to...

She went to sleep eventually and though it was dark I managed to get a 
better look. Her skin was so smooth and flawless she looked almost waxen. 
She lay motionless for hours, her famous lips ever so slightly parted, 
looking...well, kinda dead, really. Which might have been cool because I 
would immediately have put my first aid skills into action and given her the 
kiss of life. Because let's face it, the woman is highly kissable. I mean, 
don't get me wrong, I'm not massively into chicks or anything but I would't 
kick her out of bed either.

After she left two of the male crew members smelled the headrest of her seat 
and, call me sad, but I did too. I've loved the woman since that crap 
"Pushing Tin" movie. The headrest had a lovely, delicate scent on it. I got 
teased mercilessly and accused of being a dyke, which I didn't contest 
simply because it didn't bother me. Can't a woman find another woman 
attractive without immediately being labelled as such?

I later found out she was staying at the same hotel as us. I never saw her 
again. I spent most of my time there wishing I was back at home. Wishing I 
could fast forward the next month so I can start my Masters immediately 
because I'm so looking forward to it and to quitting my job as well. And 
wishing at the same time that summer would never end. Because when it does, 
I will, as always, retreat into my shell again and only emerge from it next 
year.

I had my first official B&S dream the other night. I say official because 
B&S were in it as opposed to just a background soundtrack. I was looking at 
a huge house in Camden Town my ex-husband wanted us to buy (though why I 
would want to buy a house with him is beyond me). As I was coming out of the 
house I passed a venue called "The Druids" where B&S were about to start 
playing. Of course it was sold out, but people were handing out green and 
yellow tickets and I managed to get hold of one only to discover it was for 
a Pinocchio pantomime! I somehow got in and the place turned out to be half 
empty and so tiny I could talk to the band from where I was sitting. I 
talked to Struan loads and it was the best gig ever!

Changing the subject entirely, have any contingency plans been made for red 
pant picnic day? You are all aware it's supposed to rain on Saturday, aren't 
you? And we all know that strawberries and cream don't go brilliantly with 
rain.

On the whole indie debate thing, my view is that by respecting other 
people's choices hopefully they'll learn to respect yours. I would really 
hate it if anyone judged me because I don't own vintage clothing or obscure 
records or whatever it is that makes someone indie. Then again I wouldn't 
want anything to do with someone that shallow anyway.

I've got this posting thing down to a fine art now. The secret is to leave 
the address out till last so that you don't hit send by mistake and end up 
clogging up people's inboxes with meaningless half baked shit. You just clog 
up their inboxes with meaningless fully baked shit instead! Sorry it's been 
such a mish mash.

See you on Saturday!

Love,

Pris.

P.S. I've just read Jim Gilmer's last posting and I couldn't agree more. 
Well done, Jim, beautifully written! I've always liked your stuff. And thank 
you for the excellent quote at the end once again.

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