Hello kiddies, Crikes I haven't done this for a while as I've been preoccupied with a study of the diet and mating habits of the Spheniscidae family who live next door. I hope I can still write irrelevant, witless rhetoric. Anyway, I should like to begin by giving some really quite extensive props to those members of our Glaswegian fraternity who all contributed to me having an exceedingly pleasant weekend whilst 99 miles North of the border with civilisation. Seneca once said something like we should expect little and our expectations shall not be let down, but no one could expect to have a weekend that good whilst continually in the company of Alasdair Cook surely. I doubt if we'll be welcome back in a hurry by the Cookie monster's friend(s) and relatives as the company of "the complete arse" dMatt and I has seems to have left the poor lad afflicted with Tourette's Syndrome judging by his last post. And the tradition of visitors (and I don't mean singing Sumo yokels) spewing in the company of these hardened Glaswegians weened on McEwans seems to have been broken by only a certain home player's ail??ment resulting in chunder. Anyhow, much thanks to Shearer for putting me up and everyone up there for putting up with me. Including even the barmaid who asked me if I wanted a pint of Tenant's. I've really never been so insulted. I did find it odd though to see all these Scottish pop stars wandering the streets and generally being everywhere. Next I'll be thinking they're actually human and just like me. Well not exactly like me obviously as that would be scary, except maybe if I met Morissey apparently. Hmmm... Anyway Londoners see you on the 20th on Greenwich Hill for more picnicking mayhem. I'll probably only be there for a while as I'll be wandering around for hours looking for that country bumpkin Carsmile. Cool your Wellies Mr Hewitt, it's easy to find. It's right behind the observatory at the start of Blackheath Avenue on the following map (or email me if you want me to meet you at a station and hold your hand and hamper up the hill): http://www.streetmap.co.uk/streetmap.dll?grid2map?X=538750&Y=177250&zoom =1 My, my I really am an uninteresting man for which I can only blame my parents for a sheltered upbringing. Anyway, must carry on as life sized paper mache Jim Rockford's don't make themselves do they? Te ra, Martin +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+