Hello kids, <<I'll turd that (as they say in Ballykiss-a), my good lady is from a very well-to-do place just outside of Bognorcyrillegregis full of very nice wealthy people.>> Agghh! leave me alone! It was a only a joke. Of course I don't hate sussex. much. I found this on the Chemikal Underground list, which is shite, to be honest, but occasionally something good comes up. That was where the ''Biscuit nibbling..'' thing started. They're not as 'ickle and cuddly and soft as us. Their list's also a fuckin' nail, as I believe the expression goes. Subject: Re: Arab Strap Stig escribió:
From: Stig <jmsmall@gmx.net> Maureen Ridley wrote:
Um, but isn't it inside out?
I thought the spikes were meant to point inwards but for confirmation, ask Stig. He brought this up.
I'm getting a reputation... in fact I didn't know about the spikes, I assure you. That was someone else who said that.
confirmed: the spikes are pointing inwards. It's quite difficult to imagine what would be the use the other way around.>> Fantastic! So there we are. I'm not entirely sure what they're talking about (they could be talking about the new Stereolab packaging as far as I know), but I have a fair idea. So next time someone asks *that* particular question, I'll send them this, and let them work it out. God! It's nice to come home. Jobby Charriot wrote: <<Lord Anthony, Lord Anthony, Helped by gnomes and a little fairy!>> Wasn't Lord Snooty's Christian name Anthony? I could be wrong, of course. Why the angelic struan would want to write a song about that little shit is beyond me... Snooty used to treat his 'pals' like pets, and you could see the anger and jealousy in their eyes, as the twat in the (top) hat pranced about his castle. 'Your day will come, Snooty', I used to growl, smudging out his newsprint face, with my thumb. 'You cannot deny the wishes of the people any longer.' Eventually, of course, his day did come. The stalinesque DC Thompson & son wiped all image and memory of Tony Snooty from the pages of the Beano. And replaced him with MC Techno, the right-on invisible flying ragga Animal Hospital Vet. Or something. Tsk. And now I think maybe my anger was misplaced. Can the inheritors of priviledge really be blamed for their fortune? It must be difficult to meet true friends when you're a lord- certainly, being called Snooty can't help. As I turn the pages of the new, glossy comic, I wonder; where do beano stars go to die? A tear drops onto the page, and sits, intact- a perfect dome on the page. The new paper won't soak up tears. Byebye seb +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+