Is March a sad month to be in? Or just a month for retrospective thoughts? Personally for me this month is a good month, when winter is finally (more or less) over. This winter seems to have gone especially quickly, too. I suppose I'm finally away from academia, and hence away from the torment of the exams of winter, the queuing up outside examination halls, in the cold winter days, and the lonely walks home in the snow. This winter, I think I have only exclaimed "Gahhh it's fucking cold" about 10 times, normally the figure's around 100, which means either I've turned superhuman and now in possession of an extraordinary tolerance for the cold, or global warming is going it's crafty work, or that I've been pissed out of my brain a lot more often than in the yesteryears. Dimitra denoted her sentiment that after Easter all there is left is counting of days until the summer arrives. I think that she is correct up to a point but I feel that if you go out and make something happen then maybe things won't be looking so bleak. It's spring and it gets warmer outside, the day gets longer and the pubs are open. I have a feeling that I'm going to have a lot of fun. And there were talks of patriotism and rememberance of a country with an ignoble history. The purpose of history is to reference the past in order to not repeat mistakes, rather than to dwell on about the bygones. Things that happened have happened, sweeping things under the carpet isn't right, but remembering doesn't mean that you cannot move on, and change the bit you can change that is the future. The funniest thing I saw this week was when I was travelling on a Jubilee Line train on the London Underground, which had, mounted on the wall a really really old London Underground train map, on which it said "Jubilee Line - Under Construction", a funny week I've had. Earl Sheridan d' Orange said that horse racing is cruel and untwee, it's true. Horse on wheels racing, now we're talking, when those horseys break their legs cos they're too crap to jump a bloody fence, we give them bionic wheels with a big motor, with a high horse power, and watch them go wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, still won't jump them bloody fences though, not without a ramp. Oh now I really want my own remote control horse. There was used to be a horse called "Young Kenny" at the Grand Nationals, but it never won, useless, much like its namesake. Horses and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+