Happy birthday Sinister! It is today isn't it? Was it supposed to be a surprise? My girlfriend told me to write this. She also told me to write that she told me to write this. This post is going woewards. Well, she did tell me. I've been out. Which means that when I come back, I have one or two Sinister mails to catch up on. Poor structure. Correct tense. I've read them all now; I particularly liked the one that mentioned Ken Chu, however the person who sent it seemed to make an error, as it appeared 131 times in my inbox. Careful with that 'send' button kids, you never know what might I jest. I always fill in the address last. Sometimes I don't even know the address. But if I send a card marked Cole fan Blackheath London Will they know which one? LLOYD PORTER, SALLY BROOKER, A BUNDLE OF SONGS AND A HELL OF A LOOKER. I forgot to say that Gordon's posts were very good as well. Tailored to all our needs. It's at this point that I start to flag. Union blues. City. Please don't cry. Um... I'm off again soon. I shall be staying for a night or two near the Great Western Road, which is aptly named, I mean, it is great (well, it has the appropriate amount of 'grandiose' about it), it is western (in the context, at least, of Scotland and Glasgow) and most importantly it is a road. Correctness is a commodity too often overlooked these days. One day I'm going to write a book called HOW TO LIVE AN ACCURATE LIFE. Ill gt a man i'n to corect the mitakes. I hear that Mr Harry is moving there, to live, like. It was Mr Harry, wasn't it, or is my ailing memory failing again? Or is my failing memory ailing? Or is my flailing memory derailing? And so on. Anyway, one of these days I might Hunt Him Down. Aeons ago, Kristen wrote: one might imagine there to be something rather sexy about see-through corduroy pants, but there really isn't. And she's so wrong. I fear, however, that it is too late. Chu: And then after doing the rituals of my mum giving me a list of 350 things I need to do and 300 telephone numbers I have to phone up in 1 minute flat, and me doing those 750 things, Kenneth's degree was not in Mathematics. Don't all jump on him at once. PF: ALLY62 I have been chucking away bits of paper and writing poetry about it. ITV have got the footy. Are you worried? The answer is: vaguely. What bits of paper? 62? You're over my head again, mon. Geezer. MOTD Year 00, perhaps? I dinnae ken. Could it be that even Chu dinnae Ken? I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm afraid most of the time, being a Belle and Sebastian fan. The threat is constantly there - I mean, a new record could come out at any time. I'm joking. I think. I've just completed my life's work, btw. And still I haven't included everything I wanted to. Oh well. It comes in two parts. You have to have the first to understand the second, perhaps, and the other way round. It's all linked, see? It could be called something silly like Secrets Of The Heart. That would be the sub-heading. The real heading would be 1995-2001, The Best Of... I've just filled in the address. It's going to Maryhill. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+