Hejla Sinisterla, Oh, gosh. It's been a whole over a month since I had last written. I have not forsaken you, believe me, it's just been a crazy over-a-month. For those who don't keep track of my every post, last time I wrote I managed to fall off a bus during a haze of intoxication and cracked my head, after a Dizzy Rascal gig (really was feeling the Dizzy after that) Well, I've recovered from that now, head pain replaced by heartaches. You know somebody is a true friend, when they turn up to your birthday party, before you do, at your own flat, and then give you presents of booze and a tin of "COCK" brand curry sauce. When they bake you a cake and make cocktails with names like "Frogspawn" and accompany you in keeping your neighbours awake singing "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" on the karaoke machine until 2 in the morning. All these little things are those I remember the best, and what make me all simultaneously smiley and teary eyed. The crazy drunken post-bowling singer-songwriter party in Finsbury Park; The picnic in Oxford featuring the indestructible bubbles; The pub quizzes at The Shepherd; The filthy origami at The Approach; The outlandishly unpractised "Red Bull Dozers" "gig"; The Sunday roasts; The Bowling; The Fun; The funny named ales. I can go on. What can I say about Liz that hasn't already been mentioned by everyone else, as her loveliness was so obvious? Always so organised, so smart in knowing everything, never holding a grudge against anybody, and so never ever pretentious. When everything else were being crazy in my life, I could always find comfort in Liz, knowing that she would have had all of her things in order, and be willing to give a hand to her friends. A couple of years back I was having a very nasty time and my world was upside down, I cried my eyes out, Liz was there and she gave me lots of tissues. I've since learnt how not to cry outside so much, but I wish I can take my phone out and look up the "Liz" right now. It was lovely to see plenty of folks last weekend, it's nice. Kerplunk! was quite a good game, too, but we had decided that the setting up time:playing time ratio was too rubbidge for our liking. Ken P.S.: Oh God. A whole post and still no puns. Well, once, many years ago at a picnic in Hyde Park, I think for some reason Liz and I were talking about being a transvestite, and I inadvertently said something like "ooh, that's a drag..", and she laughed. And I nodded knowingly pretending it was a deliberate pun... Bad Ken. ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator@uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+