hello petit singes you know that feeling when you're going to move house, and even though its ages away yet you want to start packing? i feel like that. i want to put everything into boxes, then unpack them all again. and then repack. you have to pack over and over, to make sure that everything's packed properly. only, there's sod all point in packing when you're not moving for a month. thats why i write email, to prevent me packing everything up and making me live out of boxes for the next few weeks. often when i'm having a conversation in a crowded room i find that either myself or the people i'm talking to will pick up something someone nearby uninvolved is saying and introduce it as a topic. using this kind of transmission, do you think an issue has been passed along for miles and miles? i'd like to be able to track the progress of a rumour, and see how it gets around. i might make up a story which i can recognise, tell it to a bunch of people, then see how long it is before i get told it myself. i can't think of any stories though. i once told my mum the one about scottish ice cream vans, and she bought it. not many people know the one about the scottish ice cream vans. mainly because i made it up. pauline. l. shivers wrote some stuff, and i enjoyed that. do write some more. last friday i came home from work and had a bath, intending to have a nice early night so i would make it into work next day, i was apprehended by our terribly shrill doorbell. 'what foul fiend is this, lurking at my casement?' i wondered, as if my brain had suddenly been hijacked by the spirit of Mary Shelley. it was ok however; it was only JuicyLucy, not some hideous wretch. i invited her up and offered her a brandy snap. after at least 10 minutes of vicious, near fatal coercion she convinced me to Go Out that night. later i found myself listening to Little Geddes spinning discs and inspecting Isobel's diminished rear. then myself trousers and dastoor commandeered a taxi cab and embarked on a tour of the all night garages of Stoke Newington. Such merriment and versatility of mind was almost too much for the poor cabbie. by this point i'd decided that should i go to sleep, i would be very unlikely to get up in time for work. we were entertained chez dastoor for a few hours, with cheese and crackers, and trousers snoring. then we walked home, then i went into work. my folly became apparent around 9am, 2 hours into my shift, when i realised that i couldn't walk straight, talk coherently or focus on anything. 10.30 found me in the canteen, staring into a cup of coffee which didnt look too great. still, at 16p a go, what did i expect? came home at 1pm, and fell asleep for hours. many happy returns to mr. steadymike. now, what else did i want to say? i've just made a tape for my friend the goth with appendicitis abigail. i wonder what she'll think. i personally think she'll love the go betweens. really. if she doesn't i'll punch her in the stomach and say 'now which do you like most, the go betweens or your stitches bursting?' i think she'll see things my way eventually. unless she faints. byebye lixi ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+