Phew! Back to the old Foundation Course grindstone after Christmas Time (mistletoe and whining) and all the shenanigins that go with it, I return to find a groaning mailbox, although not as bad as it could be because of other impoverished studes wi'out computadoras for the festive period and therefore not sending tons o' mail to the list. Firstly: BIG NEWS! On Christmas Eve I got an unconditional offer from Oxford Uni for the Fine Art degree...Yipee! Hoorah! Assorted expressions of glee and merriment! I can now become a posh cow and justify my previous pretensions...not really, I'll just stay the middle-class cow I've always been and enjoy it so there. Secondly: Blimey! Heated debates a-go-go on t'list between those still umbilically-attached to their computers over Christmas or what? I didn't go to ANY of the gigs, you sods(my tiny hands are frozen, orphan face pressed up against the glittery window of B&S gigdom), so I hope you feel shamed into appreciating the marvels and incompetence which you were fortunate enough to witness. Toujours gai, Archie, toujours gai... Thirdly: Being a flautist of some renown(ie. people see me coming, say, "Bloody Hellfire, it's her again" and scarper) and having nothing to do/ For a minute or two, the other day I set myself to learning the flute/xylophone/whateveritis solo from We Rule The School. Christ! Emajor! That, children, is four(count 'em) sharps(hence somewhat of a bitch to play at first), ut did I let that daunt me? No! I can now grace any recital of your choice with this twiddling wee thingie, for all the use that's ever going to be. Suggestions of any other B&S (or anyone else for that matter) twiddly bits for me to while away the hours wrestling with would be appreciated. Fourthly: Well, that's about it for today, children, so I'll just sign off while simultaneously also swearing my eternal devotion to the great god that is Stuart Staples' boozy old voice(as this seems to be de rigeur on ye olde liste these days), second only to our own deliciously-weak reed, the Murdoch himself. Well, that was a rather long email for me. I need a cup of tea and a lie down(for which I will require to actually go home). Therefore: tata fer noo. Lots of something, Liz (edaplynr3n00297@kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk) ************************************************************************ **** O life is a glorious cycle of song: A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania. Dorothy Parker ************************************************************************ *** ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------