Great. I couldn't post until someone did, as I'm not on my computer. Here's my ink polaroid. We're sitting in my friend Angus' front room in his flat on Tulse Hill, our new home for the next three months while our house is being put back together again. There's a program about designer vaginas on TV that I'm doing my best to hide from. I hate surgery on telly and it's only a matter of time, apparently. Angus is miles away in Enfield at his girlfriend's. He'll be there for quite some time. Months probably. I'm in the armchair, Adrienne is on the sofa. And Daz, Angus' flatmate, is sitting on the stairs, talking about his life and "my now ex", almost in a comic monologue. Adrienne has a moment of deja vu, which prompts Daz to tell us about the dream he had when he was young about falling out of a tree. He must have been eight or so. Four days later, he fell out of a tree. We're all laughing. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+