Well, I've just had a weekend fairly bursting with Belle and Sebastian moments, like... 1) the Johnny Morris tribute on the BBC featuring Johnny PLUS a ringtailed Lemur (B&S count: 2: lemur (see archives); sitting around in front of a telly) 2) getting off the bus, drunk and scruffy with a carrier bag, at London Bridge Station and seeing a fox running along the railway lines (B&S count: 4: bus; railway station; scruffy; fox). 3) getting stuck in a lift with a military man who looked down on me like I was never born (B&S count: 0: completely made-up story) So yes, in fact I had but two B&S moments, but that is two more than I've had today at work in an office so full of antipodeans that the heating is permanently set to 'uncomfortable'. Bah. What else? Oh, yes. I should like to warn Mr. Peter Miller that his last two posts have only scored 5.5 each (a reasonable 7 for artistic impression, let down by a dreadful 4 for technical merit). At this rate, he is in danger of being left out of the squad for the mailinglist world championships. It is well-known that the Russians will have a crack squad out this time, who have been training on a top-secret intranet somewhere near Gorky. His progress is being monitored. Think on. The last few days have been a great illustration of why it's generally a good idea to keep list-talk away from the list, don't you reckon? I keep meaning to write to the list to say that I have never had a marble up my nose. The problem is that something in the back of my mind keeps telling me that, actually, I have. But I can't remember it. I can remember nearly choking on a big bit of bubblegum as a child, and the sub-Heimlich thing that saved my life also resulted in me throwing up all over my mum's best coat. Flavour of the month, that was me. Abi wrote:
suspicion that it is indeed rabbits who cause ALL the trouble, and >not footballers/the government/satan. just you keep an eye on them, >that's all i'm saying. they know more than they'd like you to think. >sitting there with their twitchy noses,
i was immediately interested, because i have always had a sneaking pretending they're not LISTENING TO EVERY WORD YOU SAY. and >scheming.
I am in total agreement with this. Those little bob-tailed lettuce-munching bastards are up to no good. Those big ears are actually satellite receivers and the twitching little evil bastard noses are transmitters. They have a string of rabbit satellites circling the globe and they are watching us and talking about us in a language we can't understand. They're infiltrating our pop music via Eddie Rabbitt, Warren G and Bunny Wailer (memo to Rabbit Central control: could do better here). Furthermore they're just waiting for the moment when they get to spray their special spray over the countryside and all their harmless-looking but evil-smelling droppings will turn into high explosive and kill us all. You know they eat their *own* *turds*? Ian wrote:
6) The Airport Security was once told off by the police for calling out the bomb squad on two occaisions in a week to "De-fuse" suspect packages which respectively turned out to be a sleeping tramp and a briefcase full of Dutch porno, including a nice line in corprophilia.
...and assuming that last word means what I think it means, then SEE? Those rabbity turd-munching ways get everywhere. Even the Low Countries, where rabbits are banned BY LAW. You want more evidence? I give you 'Rabbit Rabbit' by Chas n Dave. I give you 'Bright Eyes' by that curly haired bald guy whose name I can't bring myself to utter. And how about the dumbassedhippyanthem to end all dumbassedhippyanthems? I give you 'White Rabbit' by the Jefferson Stagecoach or whatever they were called before steam was invented. Pure shite. Anyway, Keithboy wrote...
Bloody ridiculous really, I mean, if I could have a go at >controlling the list, then surely I'd make it mandatory to like the >70's WHO.
So... you mean... the time you tied me to a tree, attached leeches to my testes and danced around shouting "Squeeze Box y'lardy sack o' shite! Who Are Ye, ya big fat fucka!"...that was just for fun? I'm pleased to say that it didn't work, I still think 1970's WHO are a crock of 25 year old PISS. Yeah. Or maybe the whole thing was just another of my many list dreams. Off to the boozer before I do any more damage, Tim ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+