i can understand now why men are so intimidated by females sexually, and feel the need (some of them that is) to objectify. they KNOW that women can sexually kick
Ooh, it's bin ages, giv' us a squeeze ! All England seems to be uproar right now over the approaching Total Eclipse of the Queen Mother. Last time it happened of course, she was plain old Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, working in a laundrette in Upminster, and everyone had to listen on the wireless. This time it's on the telly *and* in the actual overhead sky and should be a rare treat for those with an interest in astroaristocratic hi-jinks. Next Wednesday, shortly before noon, the QM's decaying visage will be occluded by Keith Moon and the rivers will run red with Tizer. I'm sorry. It's the heat. I must say, I'm a bit scared by this Lionel Blair Pickety-Witch Alan Parsons Project thread. At first I thought it was a run-of-the-mill gossipfest, but, about 3 days ago, we were all plunged into the Dark Wood of Extended Gainsaying and, if it goes on much longer, I might have to hide behind my chair. The film itself is only receiving a limited release in the UK. I understand it'll be projected onto a bus shelter in Leamington Spa at 4 in the morning with the soundtrack, dubbed into Urdu, blaring from the dashboard speakers in an Austin Montego illegally parked outside Netto three streets away. Double-bill with "My Favorite Asshole". Lesley-Jo machined-gunned the following words into our hearts: their
asses from here to Saturn. Ha!
To be fair, men do still pound women into the dust when it comes to all-over body hair. Women push men through a plate-glass window and then successfully sue for criminal damage when it comes to functioning ovaries though. And I think it goes almost without saying that men frame women for murder and then win the lottery with respect to the size of the Adam's Apple. Vive la difference physiologique ! A creditable score-draw. Like wild dogs starved of the red meat of Live Pop, Pam, Tim & I rampaged all over north London last night in search of such thrills. We saw The Clientele at Water Rats (King's X) and it was a treat; I was possibly less taken than my compadres with their fluid guitar stylings (Al Stewart lodged in my head early on in their set and I couldn't shift the bugger) - one of whom, in a stream of superlatives, said something to the effect of "the band Galaxie 500 could've been". Someone somewhere has already said "the new B&S" - which is probably misleading, but see them anyway. Later we galloped to the Fitz & Firkin on Great Portland Street for the Smith-Garrett Band's brand of good-time country; I met three chums I haven't seen in a year and went a bit doolally. A fistful of Steady stars for the S-G Band. Enough of this. Mike x. _____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Free instant messaging and more at http://messenger.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+