The evening air grew chillier as Comaboy hurried along 34th Street and he dug his hands further into the pockets of his battered old duffel coat. The purple flashing neon lights of Honeys Bar stung his eyes as he approached. They should never have let that cowboy firm of decorators 'Jenowls' do the interior design. Even the toilet water now had a sickly purple hue. Comaboy paused at a nearby newspaper stand to pick up the latest Sinidigest and was greeted by shocking developments. ***EVIL CHU GANG STRIKE AGAIN IN TREE-SEX HORROR*** The grip of evil Dr Chu on this fair city tightened again last week as the villanous gang turned their attentions to the vice trade. Several witnesses saw the crimnal genius mastermind posing for a series of sickening photgraphs involving innocent shrubbery. Two camels and an anteater were rushed to hospital after Saturdays incident and police say they are stepping up efforts to bring 'Don Chu' to justice.... Comaboy couldnt bring himself to read anymore. The indie shchmindie case was still not solved and the narrator was running out of ideas. Where was Idles when you needed her? Fooling around with that scoundrel Murdoch no doubt. Comaboy sighed as he strode up to Honeys bar. He passed a drunken looking dame sprawled on the pavement outside, muttering to herself. "You okay?" he growled. The girl just burbled back at him something about Honey having it in for her and frankly being a bore. Comaboy should have known. It was thatIsabel Lark, still hanging around after all this time. She was one crazy lady. Sidestepping the drunken figure,Comaboy walked into the welcoming warmth and winked at Aunt Sadie. Sure she didnt have much between the ears but for an old dame, she was kinda cute. Refusing the offer of a double ribena (Comaboy had been on the wagon for several years and he sure as hell wasnt gonna star again now) he stuck with his usual gin and went to sit by the window. It was a Tuesday so Sam was back on the piano, banging out 'We Rule The School' with those crazy crutches of his. Comaboy sat back and reflected on the whole situation. Honey was still holed up in France, Idles hadnt been seen in days and the evil Chu gang was growing every day. What was needed was another appearance from V-Bird. She seemed to know what was going on in a cryptic round about kind of way, and that hampster of hers still owed him $25. Comaboys daydreaming was cut short as the whole bar seemed to go silent. He looked round and was greeted by a disturbing sight. That slinky walk, that can of Red Bull permanantly being swigged.It could only be one person. The whole of Honeys bar seemed frozen to the spot. Comaboy prayed for a miracle.... TO BE CONTINUED... PS : I had a lovely time at the picnic on Saturday even if i didnt say much. Thanks to stevie trousers for making sure i didnt get lost on the way home :) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+