Mes braves, mes braves It's been a long time. Too long. The last time I posted to sinister sabre-toothed tigers roamed freely, England had left-sided footballers and Northy was still on the list. Ah.... happy days. It was all green fields round here, you know, not like the sinister megalopolis of today. All we had were a few lame jokes about lemurs, the duke's lecturers on P!O!O!P and a hot toddy from old Mrs Murdoch to keep us going through the harsh winters... And lately, you know, I feel I've lost that extra yard of pace. The touch has gone. Once upon a time I could look down from the lofty heights of the crush list on my comrades below; now I languish lonely and unloved in a hellish nether-zone, like some Preston North-End of the list's affections. And frankly, I would rather fall on my sword in some last gesture of nobility than suffer the humiliation of turning up at list picnics and saying "Don't you KNOW who I AM????". And so this is my way, my friends, of bidding you farewell. I will miss you, like the deserts miss the rain, like Heskey misses crosses. There will be a gaping hole in my life, no longer to be filled with details of the revision schedules of American undergraduates, metrosexual drunken hi-jinks, news from Thailand or notices from indie nightclubs in Sheffield. I'll manage somehow... So to the Fragrant Princess Honey I say: thank you, for having me, miss. To the rest of you I say: play nice. And if you're around tomorrow (ie Friday 16th June - which Joyceans will recognise as Bloomsday) come along and help me celebrate my last day at the Society we call "Poetry" at the PoCaff in Covent Garden from 8pm, where those lonesome Pinespeople will be singing sweet sad songs of regret, and some bunged-up 1940s schoolboys called the Clientele will be twangling heartstrings with no little aplomb. It'll start at 7.30ish. Email me here for more details (trouserscuts@yahoo.co.uk - which is also my new address if any of you should be so foolish as to want to keep in touch with me). I may be some time... Stevie Trousers xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+