Sinister: preserve my dignity and skip this, oh if you must... read it

[fiona]

sinister,
		forgive me if i've missed any breaking news because i haven't quite 
completed the open - scroll - delete pattern all the way to the top 
of the pile of posts, those pesky lists took more scrolling than i'd 
expected. but i'm posting now so that i might have some hope of 
getting home in time to watch 'as told by ginger.'

  so i am mainly posting because i had the piss taken over the 
weekend that the first thing i would do on monday would be to run to 
sinister and blab all the exciting things that happened. well 
sometimes proving people right can be just as much fun as proving 
them wrong.

  well i'll cut to the chase, i could tell the whole story, but you 
really wouldn't be interested. the gist is that on friday night 
ANDY ROURKE - THE BASS PLAYER FROM THE SMITHS CAME ROUND TO MY HOUSE.

i was quite excited. can you tell?

 dammit i've spent two and a half years on this list trying to 
convince people that i was really cool and now i've blown it, but 
anyway.

 somehow we ended up hanging out with him after a club and he came 
back to ours to play videogames and couldn't seem to get the hang of 
craxy taxi and i kicked his ass at soul calibur.

[at this point it seems fitting to take a moment to mourn the 
premature demise of the dreamcast] but not to worry because we're 
getting a gamecube on friday. woohoo! there should be more 
sinister gaming discussion as i have found that one of the most 
effective ways to snare and sustain a relationship with today's young 
men is to develop or feign an interest in computer games.

 but to return to my story, the funniest thing happened... i had left 
lying around a copy of the complete works of oscar wilde because i've 
been studying him at uni. during the course of the evening mr rourke 
spid this and proceeded to do a really scary impression of morrissey 
and tell us about how he used to bang on about oscar wilde. thinking 
back on this it was hillarious, but its also a little sad when you 
see washed up ex-popstars still revelling in their former glory.

  unfortunately thats all i can remember, but thats probably for the 
best as i was quite drunk and almost certainly made a fool of myself.

  well, thanks to anyone who actually made it to the bottom of the 
most disjointed post i've ever written and dammit, by the time i get 
home there'll only be saved by the bell on tv.

its nice to have someone to humour me,

love and lollipops,  fiona.


p.s. no-one from around manchester ever pays attention when i make 
these pleas, but my night, indigo, is at the phoenix tomorrow 
(tuesday) night and its really good and we play belle and sebastian 
and everything.
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