Hello all. It has been a rather long time since I wrote here. Hmm. I guess I am a little like a recurring nightmare that you think you have finally seen the back of, and then suddenly once again rears it's ugly head. I have been drinking far too much coffee today...it is simply a necessity to prevent bruising to my head, which would otherwise be inevitable as my eyes close and my head falls forward to WHACK on the desk. The problem is...I think I may have over-compensated. I can feel my heart banging violently into my chest from the inside...it feels like I have swallowed Keith Moon and he's banging away in there. And no, I am not sexually aroused...not even by the thought of swallowing Keith Moon... I think I need to exercise...work off some of this excess energy. I think I should probably go for a 78 mile run. Or I could jump out of the window...I suppose that that is always a solution...no, I am not feeling depressed! My feet are ultra-bouncy is all! I could jump out of the window and bounce along the streets...bouncing up to 40ft high, like a human spacehopper. People in their offices would be looking out of their windows purely gob-smacked...I can see the headlines in todays evening standard..."Ginger human space hopper causes panic in the streets of London" ... but who will hang the DJ (dickslap Judy)? By the way, by mentioning Keith Moon do I have to send a picture of my arse to the body parts page? Where's that wide angle lense? Finally, as I eavesdropped on Laura and Velocity whiling away their time over a cup of strawberry tea, I heard this come from Laura's lips... A boy who doesn't like The Pixies really isn't a boy at all, Is he? No Laura. He is a *man*!!! Then, a few days later, in a mood of merriment, our dear Velocity murmured and happiness... it's like chocolate... you like it that much you have to keep it in your mouth and let it melt in there, tasting it blissfully, so the joy of eating it lasts longer... Which could only leave me wondering whether it was actually chocolate she was talking about. What? It could have been shortbread, you filthy minded guttersnipes. On that note I think I should depart... Tatty-bye Paul. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+