With a stonking B&S compilation in the cd drawer and the light of my little computer to guide my fingers over the keys I am writing to you fine people from the depths of an Antipodean night from the night train from the middle of nowhere. All I can see from my window is the odd farmhouse and a light here and there and the most fantastic full moon. All I can hear is "String Bean Jean". It should also be pointed out that "Get me Away I'm Dying" is the perfect soundtrack for passing through Hamilton (the jewel of the pacific?) at 4 in the morning. Speaking of that song (gmafhid), I have just been to see my Four year old daughter in Wellington, who, it must be said, is already the proud owner of a 74 minute B&S compilation cd. And as we were walking through the supermarket the other day she launches into a version (albeit naive) of the aforementioned song, and boy did my heart go "Boom titty, boom titty boom titty boom". Which is the exact question I asked on a radio talkback show the other night that was asking for listeners to call in with, and I quote,"questions of the heart" but when I asked them "Why does my heart go Boom titty, boom titty boom titty boom?" they hung up. I now I fear I will never know. Anyway my computer battery starts to wear very fast if I have the cd player and the screen going so no competition , B&S wins and you guys must say Goodbye. Well I arrived safely, and with my computer back in contact with a telephone network it was time to read sinister posts(148) and post myself. Asm said we can have fun changing names around, has anyone tried the porn star name thingy, it's simple you take your middle name and the name of your street and voila. I am now Brian Vermont.(this works particularly well in Ponsonby where all the streets are named after places in America). Down in this part of the world there is a thing called Vegemite which is like marmite,ie;packed full of yeasty, B vitamin goodness, but not so black and tarty, delicious, and all the people who butter their peanut butter toast are most certainly doing what is just and true, god forbid the thought of dry toast and mouth clamming peanut, yick. Though I must agree with Ernie off sesame st who said something along the lines of peanut butter is grate cos it sticks your mouth together so you can hum. And we all like a good hum every now and then. And someone else complained about summer, well I have hardly left the house in three days cos it's so friggin cold and absolutely pissing down so if anyone wants it I've got one southern winter going cheap, one lady owner, prepared to swap for a northern summer or equivalent. Enquiries to the usual address. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+