Hello Sinister I found sleeping with mice and having mice in my pants in france to be a rather eye opening experience. I did have mice in my pants, and in my t shirt and in my dress. In fact, they went through my whole wardrobe, and I'm convinced they nibbled my new vest top too. I was staying in France, on holiday, in an old house in the south. Apart from having mice in my pants (new cars in my driveway are like, sooo last month, darlings) it was generally a fantastic holiday. The lizards were cute, and throughout the two week fortnight I never grew tired of christening them Eddie or Minelli, such is the simplicity of my humour, and possibly, my intelligence. I am very distressed however, on two accounts, to return, and find that: 1. I have totally forgotten the clever password I changed my other email account to (it used to be tigermilk, and then i thought I should change it, so I did and I can't remember what I changed it to); 2. Nobody has any gossip. Number 1 is an irritant, but number 2 is really irritating. I find it hard to believe, that nobody has been snogging anyone during a drunken cliched clinch, and therefore, I have nothing to indulge in my, otherwise languid, tonguewagging. And Mark Casarotto .. so, more trips to the US than *insert witty comparrison here*... methinks he has either won the lottery, or been doing bank raids round old London town, in a rather fetchingly stylish Bonnie'n'Clyde way that only Mark could get away with, possibly dressed as Bonnie, donning an "I am not gay" badge. I was rather bemused to discover that there were no shops in Toulouse or Bordeaux that met my approval nor inspired me to spend money like it was going out of fashion, certainly none that I discovered that didn't make me feel like I was wandering around Wallis. I had expected to spend a small fortune in France, and even left space in my suitcase for all my new purchases. Instead, it is nearly the end of the month and I have money left and it is a bit of a bewildering new experience. Instead, in the evenings, despite the temperature being between 30 and 42 degrees, I fantastised about being 12lbs slimmer, and shopping in the autumn for wool mix black pinafores in flirty mid-thigh length skirts, and long sleeved turtle neck tops (in this particular fantasy, they suit me) and semi-opaque tights and heels with straps round the ankles, and glistening shiny hair, and lady-like 60's handbags. And now I'm home, and back to work, and its all so dull, dull, dull. Please fill the void with gossip. Thanks idles x x x x x x x ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! http://sbc.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+