My Dear Sinister WHERE ARE YOU ALL???? [Yesterday Meet-up] yeah, you sinister people? Have you all disappeared in the winter London smog??? Last night we were only 3... yeas 1+1+1+.... In the pub... it has been extremely lovely anyway, and don´t know how but we got to discuss the future of university and education in this country. Very appropriate for a band writing songs for children! By the way, I think, the new labour policy about top-up feels for students, is simply mental! Education is a right... if people are just cut off because of their income, I´ll call that discrimination. And they dare to call themselves labour... my god! Getting to something more cheerful: [Gig#2] I think it was nice, but have to say, I quite liked more the night before... I´ll agree with Ken they looked a bit tired, especially Struan and Stevie, at least compared to last night. The gig has been a little bit shorter then last night... bizarrely enough I do like short set, because, I usually got bit (to very much) bored after about fifteen minutes even when bands I like on record are playing, but must admit that, as much as last night, If they had played probably other five hours that would have been a dream... They set list last night wasn´t terribly different from the night before, essentially the went through most of the new records, but they didn´t play... Dear catastrophe waitress (the song)... but they played Dog On Wheels and Beautiful, hence two of my favourites, and that was beautiful, and TBWTAT as encore (only one song.. guess they have been mainly kicked off by G.A.Y... shame... indeed they have got atomic kitten on stage on Monday...mhmhm..[ponders]... on the other hand I´m still sore, I´ve missed Sophie E. Bextor, playing at G.A.Y. a couple of months ago... I tried to spot her in the audience but miserably failed... ... Taking into account Kenneth report we more or less stayed near the ladies´... amazingly enough, no one did rub any part of himself on me, so I could not complained or even being pleased by the events... general silly wonders... on the other hand people looked at me with a little bit of disgust when trying to dance at Expectation. Shall learn how to contain my dancing action in a ¼ square meter base parallelepiped.... But prompted by big Stu, I´ve been push forward as the locomotor for the mystical ////sinister congas//// train... good deal we gained a few rows and managed to dance a bit... just a tiny bit though... but I guess was a good effort.... Talking about efforts: [TODAY Meet-up] Yesterday I suggested to meet up at the Dog&Duck, but Mr Carsmile Steve, was pointing out the pub is really tiny... so if there is going to be a decent turn out, we would possibly be a bit squeezed in there... a simple option is to meet at THE ANGEL nr. St. Giles, as we did last night (http://www.fancyapint.com/thepubs/pub502.htm) There should be enough room, reasonably prised pint, nice leather couch... and is literally one minute from the venue... seems pretty sensible to me! [Got this is the mail box... I think is hilarious] Dear Colleagues, Over the last 20 years, the thing which has most consistently annoyed me about the School of Biological Sciences has been the short half-life of metal teaspoons in the kitchen. Now you have to agree that making your tea or coffee with a metal teaspoon is so much more satisfactory that using the plastic alternative, even though the latter may be more hygienic. But we are constantly frustrated by a dastardly thief (or indeed, thieves). This year I thought that a guilty conscience had finally got the better of the criminal. In April I bought 4 rather splendid metal teaspoons for £1 in a cut-price store, and put two in the kitchen. They immediately disappeared, but. miraculously, a substitute spoon (albeit of inferior quality) immediately appeared and has remained in the kitchen for the entire summer and autumn ...... until not, that is. This week it too finally disappeared. I am going to put my remaining two metal teaspoons in the kitchen today. I appeal to the thief (or thieves) to take pity on a sad old man and leave him the one pleasure remaining in his life, viz to stir his tea bag with a proper spoon. And its also a legacy to he Department. Goodness knows, the way things are going around here, it may be my only legacy! 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