comrades! nice weekend, i trust? ~ i sure did ~ i think i must be the first person in the whole wide world and africa to receive a belleandsebastian-themed injury. oh yes. on sunday, i received a *corduroy burn*. a so-called *corduroy wearer* decided to jump on me from a considerable height, for like, "fun", or something. upon seeing so-called *corduroy wearer* descending on me from afore-mentioned considerable height, i "elevated" (you could say) my right leg to apprehend said *corduroy wearer*, and as a result, sustained some rather nasty *cord burns*. i felt it my duty to extend a warning to the kingdom of sinister as i have a suspiscion that a number of you may not be practising Safe Corduroy Wearing. look at me, kids. is this the way you want to end up? reduced to 10 days (at *least*) of baggy trouser wearing to hide your injuries? no. i thought not. MEANWHILE........ our office photocopier maintenance chappie thinks im a bit of a Pervy Lady. the photocopier is beside my desk, you see, and my desk (for reasons which i have never been able to fathom - i was "re-located" there just weeks after the commencement of my employment......) is way, way down the back of the office in a secluded corner. when the photcopier guy came in on friday afternoon, i was playing Barry White very loudly. he looked a little embarrassed at Barry's saucy ramblings but i didn't think anything of it. unfortunatley for him though, he had to come back again today. today, i was playing this great cd called "Divas Exotica" which is basically just all these old birds singing saucy tunes of yore. so there he was, fiddling with his cartridge, while i was blasting out such gems as Josepine Bakers "dont touch my tomatoes"*, April Long heavy breathing her way through "teach me tiGRRRRRR" and brigitte bardot singing about....... well, i dont know what it was about cos it was in french, but i'd bet my last slice of dairylea it was something rude, so i would. i couldnt turn it off either, cos that would have been like *acknowledging* both our embarrassment. Gawd. snow patrol played in dublin on friday. i went to the gig alright, but didnt actually stay for the snow patrol part. i wasn't feeling R!O!C!K! enough, i suppose. smell ya later, paula cullen booze explosion booooze!!!! yeeeaaahh!!! "getting beer poured over your head isn't necessarily a bad thing. it's cold, it's good for your hair, and it makes you smell like a champ." * i get the impression , she wasn't *really* singing about tomatoes. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+