Hello possums! Someone very official and important should make it illegal for Virgin to hold a 3for£22 sale with lots of nice things in it just when I happen to be innocently slavering over CDs and have no money. Well, not enough to wantonly and without due consideration add to Richard Branson's Smashing New Balloon Fund or whatever. Ah well, at least I am now the owner of "Unknown Pleasures" by our favourite suicidals, Joy Division, "She Hangs Brightly" by Mazzy Star, and "Lust For Life" by Iggy Pop. Eclectic, no? Well bloody sod yer then. And I have asked all my lovely *colleagues* here at the old coll to restrain me if I show signs of going into the vicinity of any record shops for the forseeable future. I agree with whoever said Kenickie were underrated. They were damn fine popkids (and still are, bless 'em, just not available to the wider public any more) and produced many a thought-provoking yet hy-sterical lyric, married to a nice crunchy guitar sound and weird watermelons a-plenty. So mourn their passing, put black crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, that sort of thing. Egad! What's all this stuff about surreptitious celebrities in our midst? Even if they're fake celebrities, it's a worrying trend. After all, who are we but humble piemakers who know nothing of the wider world? La, sorr, they fancy folks shouldn't stoop to show they'm faces at the door of our luxuriously appointed hovel. Ho hum, at least we can expect the standard of smut to go up. The people demand more cocaine-soaked sweaty Hollywood goings-on! No really, fair play to all those who have their names in the small print on album covers and in cast lists. Come, children, and snuggle into the universal embrace of Mr P.Mitchell. All together now: "Her name was Honey, she was a showgirl..." Can we have a roundup of all those who have found the love of their lives (or at least got a shag) out of the Sinister goings-on? Anyone who likes can mail me and tell me about their experiences. Ah, for I am one of you myself, and counting the slow heartbeats until December and my sweet ickle cherub (sorry, darling!) hops over the Atlantic in one mighty bound... Oh, anyone who wants to heap praise on/slag off my treetape (which has my email address from my old college on it) should not write to edaplynr3n00297@kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk, but instead to this much more idiot-friendly address: elizabeth.daplyn@st-hildas.ox.ac.uk. Simple, eh? The world is in a sorry state. At this minute, there are many sad girlies sitting in the dark downstairs watching Titanic, obsessive love for the sprout-faced Leonardo di Caprio written all over their shiny faces. But fear not! in this gorgeous list we have a safe haven from much of the crapness of the popular media. All hail! *positive list propaganda over* Gosh, what a long post! I feel quite lightheaded... lalala-lala Liz:x +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+