Sinister: the littlest birds

[Rachel Playforth]

Dear WhiteStripes&War mailing list,

Well lovies, this is my last day at work (and thus last day of reading
Sinister regularly) for a while, so I'll just give a little wave. ~~~~~~

I'm quite excited about going bowling tomorrow.  I haven't been bowling
since I was at school, and I'm not sure how miraculous my technique will
look next to those who have had ample chance to hone their skeelz (Ken
and Carsmile by the sound of it).  So don't laugh at me. 

Whenever I go to meet-ups, social butterfly that I am (well, moth
anyway), I always feel a twinge about the listees who can't make it,
especially the ones I've never met and probably never will.  But I'll be
thinking of you guys!  (And it's good to know that some of you will be
picnicing on the other side of the world this weekend too.)

Life proceeds apace outside of the crazy world of Sinister.  I am
applying to do an MA this autumn, with a view to getting muhself an
actual career. Ha!  Despite all the wise words from the Girls with
Glasses, I am still bizarrely drawn to public libraries.  I think I may
be bored of working with students; their quirks are so predictable.  I
want the completely random nutters again. 

Being engaged is still rather nice.  I know we COULD get married next
week if it came to it, but neither of us are particularly good at being
spontaneous, and I have a crazy idea that I'd quite like some money to
spend on a wedding (or at least the reception).  So... that'll be 2007
then.  First dance: Heaven of my Heart by Jim White; last dance: My
Wandering Days Are Over.

It's sad that Edwin Starr died.  I'm going to play My Weakness Is You
very loudly tonight and dance around the front room.  (This despite the
horrible discovery this morning that you can see straight into the
upstairs window of the pub opposite, and presumably vice versa.  How did
I discover this?  By coming face to face (or face to belly) with the
naked upper torso of Dave the landlord as he opened the curtains...)

I went to see The Be Good Tanyas a while ago.  I love them, and also
want to be them.  Frazey Ford's way with hair and flowers is as dreamy
as her voice.  Other music I've been listening to: the Go-Betweens (gig
on 28th woo!) and Shel Silverstein, who is completely MENTAL.  I will
never think of thumb-sucking in the same way again.  (Do listen to
Freakin at the Freaker's Ball someday, if you possibly can.)

Is that everything?  I fear it is.  Oh, good luck with the piece
Staceydahl!

Happy Easter.

love Archel

PS. FWIW, I couldn't give a flying fuck about ANY of your relative
political stances, which is probably a relief right?

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