You. I'm sorry I haven't poked my head above the trench since I got back from Bowlie, but I'm listening, I'm listening. I have to take some demented trip to Bradford tomorrow to view my Dad's "past", and how life was tough in the 30s, porridge and all that, but I'll be back Sunday or early next week and I'll do all those things you're all used to me doing then, like putting up photos, fixing some list problems people have mailed me about and generally tending to the Sinister garden with my little plastic trowel. Until then please be patient, and good, because no-one's here to wash your hands when you come in for tea. Oh and everyone at the Bowlie doodah was SO lovely, and it was a little joy I'll cherish for a long time to finally see so many little sinistereen smiling inebriated faces. But none of you knocked on my chalet door at 4am did you? Red light above the door and everything. Oh well. If you're on the A1 tomorrow give me a wave. Black Polo. Car not sweater. Honey x +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+