Hello everyone, it's weird being at work, being in an office with 10 other people, and have 'the boy with the arab strap' on your pooter's cd player... people typing, talking on the phone whilst 'sleep the clock around' is playing.. it could have made a brill video-clip, i'm telling you... there's been a lot of emails but it seems to me that things in sinister-land have been very quiet... but then it's just me... I lately feel like those people in prison... carving little lines on the wall to keep count of the days they've spent in my cell... eight weeks... sorry, nine weeks... in nine weeks i'll take my passport, my oNe-Way-TicKet to London, my luggages, and off I go! I can't believe that something i've been planning for so long is going to be realised at last... moving to glasgow feels like going back home somehow... and paul and nicholas are going with me... and stay-c (dahling) is going to join us in august (august stayc!! not september!!)... I've spent last night talking on the phone with Nicholas and then with Ruvi and then with Paul making plans... Nicholas said we should have a booze cabinet and I could keep the key for it! I said it should be a golden key which i'd hang from my belt... you remember, like in Isabel Allende's book "the house of the spirits" where the sister and housekeeper was having a big chain with all the keys of the house hanging from her belt... And we're going to have a garden too... and I'll do my gardening with a big hat on with a veil, mind, and gloves... and Nicholas will buy me an old rocking chair to put in the garden where i'll be sitting in summer days and embroider with my little cousin, Honey, sipping ice strawberry tea and munching on barbie candies... it was just 2 weeks ago when everyone was here... Paul, Stay-C and Zozo... we celebrated my birthday throwing cake to each other and drinking a huge bottle of champagne; actually, paul and stayc drank that before i and zozo had a chance!! We went to this mexican restaurant where we had caipirinias (latin american coctails) and got all emotional as we realised that sinister gave us the best friends we could have wished for... i don't want to get all corny now... and i'm not fucking twee, but yes it's true... so we had a toast to sinister and to our honeyioschka bambola and to all the people we wished they were there with us to share all this... I had to share my bed the first night with zozo and the next with stayc... you see, i couldn't have them fighting over me!! what a tart I am!! and we spent half night (or more?) with stayc talking about glasgow... and that night, after i fell asleep, she stayed awake thinking... next day they all got into a cab and went to thessaloniki... from there stayc would go to bulgaria to have her visa re-newed... the cab broke half the way to thessaloniki and paul missed his flight! eventually and thanks to zozo he found himself on another plane, different airlines though... so things worked out for him... but not for stayc whose adventures you must all have read... in a way i think that things worked out fine for my badass sistah! she needed a kick at that cute bum of hers you see... so after a sleepless night, a huge bottle of champagne, chocolate cake all over her, 3-4 caipirinias, and being deported from greece, she got her arse in gear and decided to move to glasgow with us! now she's in london ready to visit some of you, so consider yourselves warned! and i should stop ranting and go back to work, go back to book hunting... i hate latin books!! grrr... all these crazy uni professors!! fuck 'em all! fuck 'em with knives!!! take good care vel xxx PS(1): the PF! "but i used to read about you/ and you oftenly would throw caution to the wind/ and don't you know/ you really are the sweetest thing..." I wanted your new phone number but your editor said you'd moved and noone had it yet... could you please please email and give your phone number to me? I want to ring you... sorry for using monsieur Cole to persuade you... PS(2): I loved Kyla's email... it was honest and even harsh in parts but great nevertheless... Kyla, email me... i've been a lazy sod i know... PS(3): My Genova (pookiehotpantslove) the arms of sex don't belong to stuart but to the boy jimmy reid!i've spent hours and hours watching jamc video tapes and i kept swooning over jimmy's arms! get your tutu skirt ready... we're going to sweep them all off their feet with our go-go dancing figures!! PS(4): Andrew!! yes you!! email me damnit!! tis your turn!!! PS(5): KenKenickie, do you fancy a take-away? PS(6): I for once agree with mr murdoch and say that yes, the camera obscura album is one of the best i've listened to this year! you should all buy it!!! PS(7): have i told you that we're all going to visit ARchel(licious mou) in Brighton and have a picnic there in ApRil?? no? well we bloody aRe!! PS(8): end of the boy with the arab strap cd... time for some galaxie500!! "waR is the last possible cReative act", Mick Travis, "IF" "true creation will rise from the ruins of the old world..." Isidor Isou __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.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. 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