hola! now, isn't it quiet here? this is bad, because when it is quiet i write and i write an awful lot of bollocks. so i'll just tell you this instead. i work in a tea room. how fucking twee is that? EH, EH? look, i've broken out in capitals...um, anyway, tea room, right, it's really very nice indeed. if you want tea ever and you happen to be in oxford, pop along to the king's arms, and drink the lovely tea. it's not a 'true' tea room, just one in a pub. which is handy for you alcoholics. there's food too....i recommend the bagettes, perhaps with goats cheese, or brie, mayhap? i wouldn't touch the game pie though....i may even be polite to you. i'm the one called 'alex' on the till (real name - xerxes monster mash the third, sadly, this wouldn't fit on the electronic display affair) .................oh, look, i managed to write a load of shit again bye love alix ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "No, Patrick," Luis says. "They were . . . broiled" It's silent in the boardroom as I contemplate this, thinking it through before asking, finally, "What's 'broiled,' Luis?" "I'm not sure," he says. "I think it involves . . . a pan" +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+