BUT IN OUR WORLD OF PLENTY Now here is a thing. Wait till I tell you. World War II. UK. Rationing. A shortage of sweets. Your man takes up the story. "Even Africa felt sorry for us.In an act of charity that mirrored Live Aid - and predated it by forty years - the citizens of Nairobi were asked to give up their sugar coupons: each one donated would provide half a dozen barley sugars or pear drops for one of Britain's orphaned or homeless children. It would be, as one Ugandan newspaper put it, 'a touching demonstration that we children of the mother country do not forget her in times of need'". [Culled from Nicholas Whittaker, SWEET TALK: THE SECRET HISTORY OF CONFECTIONERY (London: Victor Gollancz, 1998), p.111.] This, boys, is a true story. Girls, also. Too. Uganda donated to Britain's - let us call it - "candy fund" during the Emergency. Think on. THE BODY AS LANGUAGE I see that Herbert McCabe has died. Could there be a story in this? Yes. It goes as follows. Professor Terry Eagleton will attend the wake, to be held in Manchester. Jokes will be made viz. the following: [re. a statue of Christ, mistaken for Prof. McCabe:] "It doesn't look a bloody bit like the fella!!" [re. Michel Foucault:] "A true micropolitics of the prison would be in every sense cellular". Ah, I've never forgotten that one, and you can't say I have. ENDGAME IN CHELMSFORD It seems I owe Mr David Moore an apology. In a previous contribution I both berated him for lack of clarity and compared him to Mr David Trimble of the UUP. Mr Moore has since explained that clarity is his daughter's middle name. All I have to do, he says, is click on the blue attachments, and I'll see a sight for sore eyes, if you catch my drift. But about the Trimble episode. Words were exchanged. A full and frank exchange of views. There was a Broadcast blackout. A Testcard. "Let's just say that I walked into the Minister's office and told him that Caliban might have been easy for the colonial imagination to pacify, but we would be a harder job." Well done, David. David tells me that Anita O'Day is going for fifteen quid. That makes me feel like Mervyn Day, let alone Melvyn Bragg. WHAT'S THE POINTSMAN? Pynchon update has been held over due to lack of progress. A clue arrives from that beautiful undiscovered valley region, My Editor. - It's all on the first page of the book, quoth she: 'not a disentanglement, but a progressive knotting into...'. I am discouraged. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+