Dear WhiteStripes&War mailing list, Well lovies, this is my last day at work (and thus last day of reading Sinister regularly) for a while, so I'll just give a little wave. ~~~~~~ I'm quite excited about going bowling tomorrow. I haven't been bowling since I was at school, and I'm not sure how miraculous my technique will look next to those who have had ample chance to hone their skeelz (Ken and Carsmile by the sound of it). So don't laugh at me. Whenever I go to meet-ups, social butterfly that I am (well, moth anyway), I always feel a twinge about the listees who can't make it, especially the ones I've never met and probably never will. But I'll be thinking of you guys! (And it's good to know that some of you will be picnicing on the other side of the world this weekend too.) Life proceeds apace outside of the crazy world of Sinister. I am applying to do an MA this autumn, with a view to getting muhself an actual career. Ha! Despite all the wise words from the Girls with Glasses, I am still bizarrely drawn to public libraries. I think I may be bored of working with students; their quirks are so predictable. I want the completely random nutters again. Being engaged is still rather nice. I know we COULD get married next week if it came to it, but neither of us are particularly good at being spontaneous, and I have a crazy idea that I'd quite like some money to spend on a wedding (or at least the reception). So... that'll be 2007 then. First dance: Heaven of my Heart by Jim White; last dance: My Wandering Days Are Over. It's sad that Edwin Starr died. I'm going to play My Weakness Is You very loudly tonight and dance around the front room. (This despite the horrible discovery this morning that you can see straight into the upstairs window of the pub opposite, and presumably vice versa. How did I discover this? By coming face to face (or face to belly) with the naked upper torso of Dave the landlord as he opened the curtains...) I went to see The Be Good Tanyas a while ago. I love them, and also want to be them. Frazey Ford's way with hair and flowers is as dreamy as her voice. Other music I've been listening to: the Go-Betweens (gig on 28th woo!) and Shel Silverstein, who is completely MENTAL. I will never think of thumb-sucking in the same way again. (Do listen to Freakin at the Freaker's Ball someday, if you possibly can.) Is that everything? I fear it is. Oh, good luck with the piece Staceydahl! Happy Easter. love Archel PS. FWIW, I couldn't give a flying fuck about ANY of your relative political stances, which is probably a relief right? ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions@buzzwords.ndo.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+