Sinister: I Said, Let's Go Out And Have Some Fun

[Genevieve Wesley]

I didn't go to the Picnic, but I did go to London (briefly) and Scotland and 
it was great, quite something for a sheltered girl to finally have done and 
so now I get to Report Back. I have observed for four years, the name calls 
and shout outs you know. I am afraid there are too many names and moments I 
want to share, but I will try to cut it short. I am very thankful for the 
kindness, warmth and conversation from all of the people I met over there or 
else I would've been a hopeless wandering mess. Thank you for the dear souls 
who gave me a place to stay and for the dear soul helping me over to 
Stansted. Also, the spell has been broken, the Arctic Woman's frozen stave 
has shattered and welcomes you to stay chez Genevieve and ice skate and eat 
BeaverTails any time. I did karaoke for the first time and it was a Sinister 
Parade...Ken Chu (easy now),Trousers, Carsmile, Lucy, Vicky, Mark, Ally, 
Martin, Nick, Elena, Paul, Sally and the wonderful David Moore who I wished 
I could've had endless discussions with on Freckled Arms And How To Get 
Them. I only knew one Lloyd Cole song upon arrival and yet was still able to 
communicate with The Pinefox - it must be the universal appeal of Tractor 
Boys. I hope he understood me, although he was actually quite fluent in 
Canadian. Everyone was very lovely and I wish I could've talked more with 
them.
I took a train, that was exciting. Normally I strap my snowshoes to my back 
and leap onto the nearest passing caribou and hope for the best. I got to 
take a ferry to Arran and *that* was exciting too, being all alone with my 
knapsack I felt a bit like Felicia (well, minus the search for the father of 
my unborn baby and being stalked by a murderer) it started to rain and the 
winds they were howling and all these rugged Scottish men were out on the 
deck, (inhaling sharply the air through their nostrils) with these thin 
little tshirts on. I was freezing, but I never went inside, it's great to 
have your hair whip around your face while approaching misty green hills. 
While I was there the weather was all blue skies and sunny compared to the 
grey  of Glasgow and Edinburgh. I took a gorgeous hike around and saw two 
postcard perfect boy-backpackers, equally sunny in their own right but with 
the added bonus of freckled arms. I have this obsession to go to Skye too, 
but that will be for another summer, as I don't think trekking around those 
islands in January would be much fun. The Big Cities were wonderful too, 
thanks to excellent hostesses Honey and Linda and Carey and her sometime 
associate walking tour guide, Lily Cook, a kind and handsome lad. I met 
Keith too, he's real you know, smooth by day but Rock by night. There were 
lots of other lovelies in Scotland - Calumn, Gavin, Jo, Vodkabird and even 
Mistopher Chris, who surprised me (delightfully) with his pythons and soft, 
gentle humming of the Rosemary's Baby song. Birthday presents were most 
lovingly appreciated, the best I've ever had, really. I finished The 
Sopranos on the plane and slept all week in my B&S tshirt.
I still haven't seen Struan (the ice caps might've melted) but his presence 
was felt. I did go to the B&S soundtracked movie, not enough room in the 
car, so I had to lay across Carey and VickyVodkabird, feeling like I was 
being smuggled to the Edinburgh opium dens. I won't comment about the movie 
because then I'll just go on too long, but musically, there was only about 3 
B&S songs played (one being The State I Am In) and I can't remember. I could 
drink beer in the theatre, understand? I saw two members of the band so now 
I know that they are real too. I shook one's hand (warm, firm grip) with an 
eager HiImGenevieveFromCanada while Carey looked nonchalant and beautiful 
and probably wondered why I didn't write FAN across my forehead in dripping 
red ink. I did not see the Peacock. I tried Ribena but I don't see the fuss. 
I prefer Honey's beverage of choice 'A Touch Of Fruit', which she sips so 
delicately. Sadly, I didn't get to stop at the Saccarens Head, but if I had 
I would've demanded, Barkeep! I'll have a Touch of Fruit, and could you 
please pre-loosen the cap for me? My hands get a tad clammy in this climate, 
thankyou. It was sad when I was at the airport to go home, a Scottish man 
said Smile Hen! It can't all be that bad? It's no fear of flying like? I 
didn't feel shouting down the line back at him that it's hard to smile when 
such a fantastic time seems to go by in a flash. Thank you again, I hope to 
see you soon.

Love,
Genevieve

It was Struan's birthday a few days ago, I know this not because I am a 
Geek, but because it's on the same day as my mother's. Wanted,wanted: Struan 
Murdoch. Hair: Strawberry Blonde. Lips: Raspberry. Age: Ten thousand nine 
hundred and fifty days (approximately). Profession: Church janitor, or 
"popstar". Where are you hiding, Struan? Why are you hiding, darling?

Happy (Belated) Birthday Sinister

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