Well, it appears I'm not going to Glastonbury this year after all. I've been mulling it over in my mind, trying to decide whether I can afford it or not, and now all the tickets have sold out within 24 hours. Oh well, fate I suppose. All that talk last week about how sunny it was seems to have cursed the weather. Nottingham's been under a cloud all day. It looks like rain. It's wet, it's falling from the sky, and it's collecting in puddles. Yes, it's rain alright. Meanwhile on the Sinister webpage, it's still snowing, and has been continuously since before Christmas. No wonder we've not heard from Honey recently, she must be snowed in. Maybe Aunt Sadie has taken her sledging. Just watch out for the evil Casarotto throwing snowballs. Discussion from the weekend: Lost Classics. Songs which should have become all-time favourites, but for some reason, never did, and have been largely forgotten by the populace. Our chart included: Sparky's Dream - Teenage Fanclub After All - The Frank And Walters Girl At The Bus Stop - BMX Bandits Monday Morning 5.19 - Rialto The Crystal Lake - Grandaddy Agolo - Angelique Kidjo I Want An Alien For Christmas - Fountains Of Wayne Kung Fu - Ash The Man With The Red Face - Laurent Garnier Oblivion - Terrorvision In other news, it's picnic time! The weather forecast is, well, undecided as to whether it'll be hot and sunny or not; but hey, there's always the pub just in case... All you need is yourself, some food, some beers, and a smile (how cheesy is that?) And because I'm such a helpful fellow, I'll even help you out by sharing my favourite picnic food recipe: PRIMROSE CAKE Ingredients: 4oz plain flour 4oz attractive flour 5oz healthy alternative butter substitute 2 pinches of self-raising salt 4 eggs (scotch) 3 tbsps cocoa powder (preferably from the Tbspsina region of Hungary) 1 sultana, diced 142-145 hundreds and thousands Instructions: Whip the ingredients together (or if you're using your whip for other purposes (Archel?), use a whisk instead). Pour into a microwavable bucket. Cook in a medium oven (or cook twice in a small oven), stirring every 35-40 seconds. Remove when cold all the way through. Shrink-wrap in polythene. Offer to others before you eat any yourself (after all, it's only polite). Serve with custard. Failing that, you could always go to Sainsbury's. In other news, I've got to stop using the phrase "In other news", it's getting out of hand... After that, I'll be able to concentrate on stopping using three dots at the end of every sentence... Big Stu PS Since I started writing this, the sun has come out. Typical. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+