Sinister: Reporting Back

[Lucy Alder]

Well, it's time somebody did it properly, isn't it?

We arrived at Stansted and it was sunny.  "Ah," I thought, "it's good to
be back."  We arrived at Tottenham Hale and the tube wasn't running.
"Fuck," I thought, "fuck, fuck, fuck, arse biscuits".  Back in the London
way of thinking in no time, then.  But, after a tortuous journey to
Walthamstow, we were met by Cabbage and we decided to have special
sausages for dinner (not a euphemism, you durty kidz, Walthamstow has an
excellent sausage shop).  "Ah," I thought, "maybe it's not that bad after
all".  And then Miss Vicky, our hostess with the mostest turned up and
from then on, it was pretty much perfect.

(Cabbage and Vicky spent rather a lot of money trying to evict Cameron
that night.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  He had GOD on his side - how can you
beat GOD with nothing but a redial button?)

The next day, it was incredibly hot.  So we made ourselves even more
uncomfortable by fighting through crowds of goffs and assorted other
tourists in Camden, then up a ginormous hill laden down with bouze and
bags of Haribo.  This is the bit where I forget somebody - advance
apologies.  Present were:

Me, Ally C, Mark C (in HOTPANTS, practically), Cabbage, Vicky, James
Thorniley, Dafyd Strange, Liz Daplyn, Rob B, Ken, little Lucy, Paul H,
Stefano, Geoff Sheridan (I mean, blimey, it was like summer 2000 all over
again) and the lovely Suzie.  We drank, played frisbee and wounded
soldier, scoffed Liz's baking and went to Tigermilking.

Which was even hotter than the picnic!  Last time there was a picnic in
such heat, the boys played football, got all hot and sweaty, didn't change
clothes before heading for the Betsey and made the whole place STINK OF
MAN.  Fortunately, wounded soldier is less sweat-inducing than footie and
anyway, I found an open window to sit beside.  Jim played The Streets vs
Belle & Sebastian!  If you haven't heard it yet, I urge you to search for
it on Kazaa or wherever it is you kids get your illicit music fixes these
days.

(Marianna was flying the GLAM flag marvellously at Tigermilking, by the
way.  She was the hottest babe there, man, hands down)

What else happened?  We danced a bit, we caught up on old times, we
speculated as to who might or might not be snogging whom and we marvelled
some more about Mark's hotpants.

(I can say what I like about Mark - he is in Italy at the moment, so he
can't get me, har!)

The next day, Sally came over.  We noted that three fifths of our company
were former vegetarians, then proceeded to eat lots and lots and lots of
meat, cooked caveman style on a fire in the back garden.  Then, we did the
only thing you can do after a heavy session of Tigermilking - we went to
the pub.  

Steady Mike got a poncey glass for his Belgian beer.  We also discovered
that Phileas Fogg lemongrass and coconut crackers aren't quite as good as
the Walkers Sensations ones.  The CD fairy visited.  We won three pounds
on the quiz machine and eventually, after a marathon trivia session, lost
it all again.  And I tried to take some pictures of Mark.  They are in a
lovely Yahoo photo album here - http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/lucyalder
- along with some other pictures of the weekend.

(Like I say, Mark's in Italy, so he can't get me for saying stuff about
him or for putting dodgy pictures of him on the internet)

And the next day, Chris and Vicky went to work and Ally and I came back to
Glasgow.  And we got off the plane and it was raining.

Is that enough detail for you?

Juicy Lucy


ps. Hey, Glasgow Sinister, are you coming the the next Winchester Club? 
Guess who's playing... The Red Bull Dozers!  That's right, Ken Chu himself
will be gracing our little stage, followed by electronic sensations the
Electroluvs.  More info here - http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club

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