I wrote you a letter, but I think I won't send it because it's just plain bad... no direction, no coherent use of English, not much. But actually I think I will anyway. When are you coming down? Tell me when you do or I'll just get angry. Any great scoops for the Summer? That fabulous time of monumental anti-climax when a little horn-shaped planet floated in front of a small star and gave birth to a new millennial phenomenon. Anything else, apart from the glorious advent and ignominious departure of summer itself, which never really makes stop press reading. As predictable as disasters, I think, but just tamer copy. But anyway. I am "working" in Victoria at the moment, currently sitting in a basement in Soho, eating a white chocolate muffin. Again, the eternal naive heartbreak when one discovers all the chocolate chips were on the top. I am criminally happy and healthy, overdosing on a million shocks to the system everywhere I go. Like I've been watching fuzzy black and white TV all my life and suddenly wandered into an Imax cinema. I really, properly love it here. Referring to the mention of the album cover design competition, I am forwarding a link with a little something I've knocked up. I would attach the graphic, but I'd rather not burden your modems with any unnecessary strains. http://www.poprevolution.co.uk/ubscarscabs/ I own the rights and I say 'Yes!', Del Monte style. All terrorists are welcome and thanks for the mention. I now realise that I was the one with all the talent and he was just sponging off my ideas. He was a hanger on. I was nearly robbed of my sanity on the way back to work on Thursday, stuck in the middle of a gaggle of 16-17 yr olds who spent the entire journey arguing about who was to sit where, and constantly moving about. Too many E numbers? Or just the extreme nervousness that comes with late adolescence? Actually it was quite funny, I can remember being like that with my friends at that age, it's all so exciting. Today I was bought a hot spicy pseudo exotic chilli meat pizza, which I ripped to shreds in public so I could make the public jealous. My friend once said that the supermarket was the new rock 'n' roll. Maybe she is correct because I enjoy getting nice food, staying at home and cooking it than any thing else. With strippers. And crack. I kinda miss you and it's tiring and physically my seams have rotted, but things are good. So far you've not broken your promise - it's been a pretty year. Jeremy Paxman took me out to dinner at The Ivy. What restaurants do you eat at? I should stop now and sleep. That sounds attractive. Keep in touch, you're ok really, aren't you... Be pure, be vigilant, behave. -- James Mitchell (james@chachacha.co.uk) "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+