I'm hoping that today I'm going to be in the appropriate state of mind to write great things (not the Echobelly song, thankfully - they were never the same after Insomniac - is that what it's called? The one that doesn't go "Mounted Police, carry me home", but something similar), as I'm feeling Disillusioned. With work. Everything else is great, really, especially with my gorgeous ex-sinister chickadee who I don't drivel on about nearly enough on the list, to the relief of you all, I'm sure. We'll both be at the Po Caff Xmas bash on Friday, though, so come and say hello to the balding mousy boy in flares and the cute dark-haired girl who is obviously dating below herself... Whether or not list c****s are a good thing is indeed debatable (Sophie Aldred's a minger, for a start), but I for one come into work every morning desperate for my next fix of Lesley Jo's passionate affair with the spectre of Isobel Campbell. And for this I'd like to award her the Carling Premier listee of the month award, to be presented in the form of an illegal copy of an old Headcoatees album. Lucky girl. I'm sure I had lots more to say...maybe not. Hello to the depressingly youthful and clever Rob B. and his lovely consort Emma (please god let her be called Emma, as she was quite charming and I don't want to upset anybody), and the depressingly smooth and laid-back Warrander John, all of whom combined to make me pay far less attention to the excellent Pastels experience than I should have. And a shout out to the depressingly fashionable Milla-Isobel, having a simply marvellous sojourn in New York City, in the off chance she reads this. And Nick Dastoor (phwoaar - see archives for explanation of poor joke of many moons ago) - Vicky says your tape is fantastic, and she can't wait for your next package (missus). And finally, a tearful byesy bye to the delightful Beth Cholet... Anyway, enough of that. I really don't have anything to say, do I? I would appreciate any Xmas present suggestions, though (both for me and maiden aunts, insane grandparents etc - I'm getting rather unhappy about the whole thing...). How come Catch 22 has never been discussed on this list? It seems the kind of book that many people will have read and some will have been profoundly affected by, myself more than anyone, and yet the archives reveal not a single mention. Which is a pity. I think I've read it about a dozen times now, and even bought a second copy of it so that I could lend it to people without having to part company with my beaten up old copy. I'm pretty crap on literature on the whole, which is why this is quite important to me. I have no tales of video shoots, or crushes on members of B&S (quiet lady P!), I find CS Lewis creepy and archaic, and I've never even glanced furtively at another mailing list's bum, let alone succumbed to their seductive pull. And I still don't have a cardigan. What am I doing here, exactly? And then I read the Duke's mail, and Alix's, and Lesley Jo's, and I remember. God, I wish I wasn't feeling so maudlin today. I need a holiday... Sod it, I want a pizza. A sorry and damp Mark xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+