As a glorious addition to two of the current trains of thought (don't know whether 'trains' is the right word for this list - maybe they're just less your InterCity type and more your average built-in-the-early-sixties somewhat shabby rolling stock), I am pleased to announce that I got mauled by a bird on a bus once. All I did was go up and ask her if she sat on that particular bus often, and she bit my hand and pinched my biscuit. I have since purchased another digestive and had a couple of fingers sewn back on, but it really isn't the same. What's the world coming to, eh? In a more musical context, I find myself compelled to rapturously plug the Looper album. It's definitely the best thing I have bought this side of Come On Die Young. Which was the best thing I bought this side of The Boy With The Arab Strap, and so on and so forth, ad infinitum, tedium or nauseam, whichever comes first. In particular, I do feel quite a large amount of empathy with Dave the Moon Man - not only for the amount of time we both seem to spend lying on lawns, pissed, with the dew soaking through our respective trousers, but also because I too seem to have the rather perverse habit of arguing against what I actually believe in, hoping beyond hope that somebody far more intelligent with much more self-confidence will come along and shoot me down, thus proving what I actually thought to be true in the first place. Erm..... discuss. Oh yeah, and the music's good too. Also bought the Gentle Waves album the other day. Haven't had chance to listen to it yet since my flat has recently been unceremoniously invaded by my parents, who just seem to spend their time sitting around complaining if I play music and gleefully watching me suffer because I can't smoke. I love them really, but they're bloody hard work at times. But, I'm sure that an equally badly worded opinion on the GW album is in the pipeline. Probably shortly after their departure on Sunday. So, keep your pointers weightily poised over that delete button. Well, that's it for now - must go and do some work. Goddammit life's hard. Hasta luego, amigos, lol p xx. ----------------------------||------------------------------- Life is full of regrets, and I've had a few, as Frank Sinatra once sang, before hiccuping loudly and falling over sideways. Pete Ramsdale - peter.ramsdale@wdr.com Phone: 0171 568 3836 This message contains confidential information and is intended only for the individual named. If you are not the named addressee you should not disseminate, distribute or copy this e-mail. Please notify the sender immediately by e-mail if you have received this e-mail by mistake and delete this e-mail from your system. E-mail transmission cannot be guaranteed to be secure or error-free as information could be intercepted, corrupted, lost, destroyed, arrive late or incomplete, or contain viruses. The sender therefore does not accept liability for any errors or omissions in the contents of this message which arise as a result of e-mail transmission. If verification is required please request a hard-copy version. This message is provided for informational purposes and should not be construed as a solicitation or offer to buy or sell any securities or related financial instruments. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+