Sinister: I (also) love my car

[Oo and Jonny]

*nervously coughs* i've finally find the time (well i haven't really, i'm
just trying to avoid painting the woodwork in the hall, but will really have
to do it soon to avoid a telling off from my partner - she can be harsh, but
at least she loves b&s...)

where was I? oh, yeah, my first post - a sinister virgin, i've served my
time in the nursery like any good boy should, i've read and studied and been
in thrall of the various postings i've seen, and itched to speak to you
all - now i'm here i feel like the new boy in class with everyone staring
and thinking i'm strange. i'm sure i'm not really...

the thing i really wanted to talk about was following on from all the car
talk - my boring drives to work have been so grately enjoyable these past
few days as i've been having a b&s listening bonanza as my excitement
increases as jonathan david and preston approach - my journey through the
plain(boring)s of cheshire have been somewhat eased through the strains of
our favourite band - the journey takes 45 mins or so, so just the right time
for an album each way...

a couple of things had struck me lately though - the other day, i got in a
mild panic after over-sleeping that i might get stuck at this junction
that's sometimes backed up - it was clear and my reaction was "thank you
god" - strange as i don't believe in god - stranger still as the voice sang
"if you're feeling sinister, just go and see a minister" at that exact
moment - is the lord working in mysterious ways, i ask?

the same day on the way home, i was loudly singing along to "the state that
i am in" at a set of traffic lights, when a man got out of a car ahead and
tried to open someone's car door in a fit of road rage - the thing was he
exactly fitted all stereotypes being about 4'10" with a white vest, white
rolled up training pants and somewhat over-developed muscles to match the
size of the chip on his shoulder - do his type go to a finishing school to
achieve perfection in their field, i wonder? anyway my thought at the time
was how much more beautiful (if slightly mental) the world would be if all
could see and know the true light of belle and sebastian - then again the
world might end up like the old coca cola teach the world to sing type
thing, and that might be just too sickeningly sweet - we must retain some
bile somewhere...

i'm sure i've thoroughly bored you all by now, and my timer's about to go
ding, so dulux barley white satin here we go...

thank you for listening,
the boy with the paint in his hair.
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