Hello Sinister, gosh it's been a while, hasn't it! I meant to write to you last Thursday, but Stefano wrote:
apparently we are facing a second day of havoc in London, although the extent of the fact is nothing near what happened only a couple of week ago, I just work down the road from Warren street, one of the "isolated" tube stations. get in toch if you been involved and need any help. hope you are all well and safe.
I am well and safe, but the abovementioned meant that after going for sustenance in the form of batteredsossidgechipsandbeans in the local chippy that I couldn't get back into my office which had been cordoned off by police tape saying DO NOT CROSS, helicopters whirring above heads and the local TRAMP being interviewed by A.N Media Man - I guess at least by BBC News 24. I rang my boss in a bit of a panic, only to find him in a local pub, had a quick half, and then went home. This being the Thursday, I hadn't been to Liz's funeral yet, that was on Friday. I immediately thought: gosh; that's near UCLH sorta, I hope Liz is... ack. But on Friday a lot of people said goodbye, and we listened to Belle & Sebastian, and ate some pork pies afterwards. It was a bit like a picnic, but an extremely bittersweet one and with less wine until the decamping London party fell into the boozer - and then personally I was drinking Discovery, but what can you do. You may wonder why I'm posting here, and in fact WHO THE HECK AM I - well, I'm your worst nightmare. I'm an old school Sinisterine who RETURNED with my special knowledge of which button to press behind the painting to wizz you down the superslide straight to the swimming pool filled with chocolate and Hunky Lifeguards TM with triangular faces and ginger hair. What? I don't mean you, Stuart, would I? Gosh no. Anyway, the reason I'm posting here is because it feels right to say something about Liz, as this is where we "met", and a Sinister Pickernick is where we "MET", so there. There was a moment at the funeral where Bell End Sebastian was played, and I, a mere robot, started to cry and had a quick look round for all the people that met in this way to see if lightbulbs were pinging off and on over peoples heads. They weren't, because that would have been taking Magical Realism too far. I am useless at this stuff, and Honey has already put things a squillion times better than I have, so I'll just say that I still laugh at our old args. abt Robert Browning**, and laugh, shamefaced that our last conversation in the pub was about Dr Who novels and Star Wars novels, I'll miss trips to the chicken shop and someone always knowing about cake/fishing/history/geography - in fact, Liz knew it all. She's incredibly special**, and my heart breaks for her family and partner, and that the UCL pie club is lacking a champion member. I saw a lot of Sinisterites over the weekend. And it was good. Of particular note I must recommend a game called Downfall, that Trousers and Hoppo were champions at. CHESS OF THE FUTUR! Bye for now, Sarah *I am still right by the way he is rubbidge **not in THAT sense +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+