Hullo sinister, I was told that in the absence of presence of somebody (boss?) today I should occupy my time productively by mailing you lot, so here I am, doing as I am told for fear that otherwise I shall be struck down with the plague. The bad news is that I am writing this in the morning so there's a good chance it'll make no sense whatsoever. Mister C (Mark, not Vitamin) has made a winning move of Tigermilking which does deserve all of you London and southern England types to make every effort to get there. Simply because it's gonna be bloody cool. And you might even get a free flying saucer. He also came up with the idea of the last London picnic of the year, which I think is a fantastic idea. I think it should be just about fine so long as no Phil Collins fans turn up - jacket definitely required (HOHOHO!). I would of course love to offer to be picnic mummy but sadly I was born with the affliction of not having the ability to organise a barbecue in hell. There is somebody on this list though who was supposed to be last picnic mummy but had to back out at late notice (through no fault of their own I add) who has been known to organise barbecues in canada *water*, bermond*sea*. Which is pretty damn impressive and should make organising a picnic on a hill a complete cinch. Not that I am trying to push anybody. I just think somebody who lives in London and isn't me should do it. Maybe Bapps! He even has a picnic name. I personally also have a plan for the weekend after! Its not totally comfirmed as yet, but its 99% sure that I will be touring the pubs of Glasgow for a few days, arriving late evening Thursday 10th Oct, and leaving sometime the following Monday. I believe there's to be a winchester club too. I'd like to think it's in my honour, but given that this is the first most of you know of these plans I somehow doubt that. But anyway, I hope you Glasgow kids will all be around to show me a good time. Ahem. You know what I mean, filthy sods. I wish that I had a crush, other than velvet, who I saw every morning on my way to work. It never happens in London though. I guess it's the same in all cities of such size. You just don't see the same people on a daily basis. You don't catch the such and such a tube, you just turn up and jump on the first one. Or rather, as is often the case, squeeze your way through the mass of sweaty bodies onto the first one. I suppose it could work if your crush wasn't actually a person but a building or a lamppost or something, but that would be a bit weird. Has anybody heard of a fantastic new singer-songwriter called Gareth Gates? He does a superb cover of Paul Hardcastles electro masterpiece "nineteen" (such heartfelt lyrics). i have the afternoon off work to go and see him. Well, it does beat sitting in front of a computer I suppose. Why doesn't sublime mean beneath limes? Ok, time to go to the gee gees. I hope he doesn't resign like D has. http://www.theonion.com/onion3218/gaymuppet.html Bye! Foxy Field __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+