So the pavements are covered in pale pink and cream-coloured blossom at the moment. It seems like such a waste of something so beautiful, but what can you do? I suppose you could go around sticking the wee bits of natural confetti back on the branches, but it goes soggy and it'd get frankly rather unhealthy after only a short while. YIKES! Big thunder outside just now. It's pissing it down and there's thick cloud outside the library window. Anyway. Back to the nonsense. I really really want Tigermilk to be reissued, as my (naughty naughty) tape is getting a bit knackered now. Please! I'm dying here... If we live to see the day that this actually occurs, the resulting scream of joy from sinisterines will most likely be of stratosphere-troubling volume. This is a good thing, honest. ByeBye, Liz. (edaplynr3n00297@kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk) ********************************************* Those who are heroes are known Such as this man, son of that other; Thou hast no mother and no father: Thou resemblest a bastard child, God. ********************************************* ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------