Hello again, Back with even less content than ever before. Tonight my local park is ablaze. The bush all around it gets set fire to at least once a year. Everything is smoky outside and there is a faint orange glow if I look in the parkerly direction. (And I think I just made up a word) Its like the whole street is some dodgy pub or club. Atmospheric even. Except with pensioners in their robe's shuffling out to have a look at the fire and the smoke and mutter to themselves about hooligans and the youth of today. There's nothing like a good blaze to get the neighbourhood talking. Robin Stout returned (yay) with some stories of office life. I too, always listened to anecdotes of others about such things but never realised how insane offices can be. At my work we have a woman who has a small obsession with watching planes fly, and so at the slightest sound of a plane flying overhead (which can happen quite often) she will literally drop everything and bolt out the door and will be staring at the sky smiling. I was confused about this for awhile, no-one having explained this strange running ritual of hers to me for a couple of weeks at least. You would be in the middle of a conversation about such exciting things such as filing and and she would suddenly turn her head and then run away really fast for no apparant reason. It was certainly baffling. I often wonder whether she really likes watching planes at all, or whether over the twenty odd years she has worked for the company she has figured out a bizarre way of avoiding questions and work. Halloween. We actually had a group of trick or treater's tonight, and not living in America but in Australia where not very many people do that kind of thing, I hovered awkwardly at the door not quite sure what the protocol was. Thankfully I have watched enough US television to have some semblance of what to do. We didn't have anything to give. I searched through the pantry and came up with either some tins of tuna or corned beef. It would certainly have been good if we could have gotten rid of that corned beef, it has been sitting in there for years it seems. But that would be like kicking Tiny Tim in the shins. Instead I found some can's of lemonade and sheepishly went back and gave it to them. Well, it was all we had with a great deal of sugar in it. They looked none too impressed though. I think they went out on this venture expecting mountains of sweets and were probably going to come back with something along the lines of a canned food drive. We're just not prepared for this sort of thing here. New single is presumably out soon here too? Anyone with news on Australian release dates, or are they pretty much the same? Hell I'll probably end up paying double for an import anyway but it's nice to know :) Right, well, bye. Helen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+