Dagnammit, I'm rapidly running out of things for wilbur to do. Today you shake in your boots, posse people, as Corduroy Boy returns with a vengeance. And, of course, a smattering of ribena. (Or, elise, "Koolade", although I still seriously doubt it is in the same league. OK, I was barefacedly lying about the vegeance but *not* about the ribena.) Well well well. Sinister, eh? Back on the old sinnister bus, cranking it up on good old sinister. Yep. Firstly, a large, round furry hel-lo to all who have dealt me a good hand in the past. (Corduroy girl, Elise, Jen (the berry is still with me !XXX) Kirsten (Last time I was around, you'd worn a hole in the bum of your cords. I was really disappointed to be leaving at that point...), Jeanette (the scars are still with me!XXX), that girl who asked me if I was on Sinister the other day at "Offbeat", _ _ _ _(<insert name here) and Jules. And Richard.) So many new faces! The total members counter stays the same, though, leading me to a very sad conclusion. Bobbins, almost forgot the necessary ritual props to Ken Chu and llove to Miss Llew, if she's still around. And Gordon. And Dirty Vicar. And is Lola Monnet still around? She joined just before my fateful holiday, she seemed nice. Anyway, what was I saying? Aah yes, the new people. Hello to you, with cherries on. No doubt you are lying back in your ee-zee recliners thinking, "Who is this new cad about town, who rambles without remorse?" Don't worry, you too will learn in time to simply delete my posts, for I am Corduroy Boy Tom, honer of your finger-to-delete-button-reactions. Catch a minute, Tom, haven't B&S released a new single since your false-swan song? Why, yes, and a mighty one it is too. I have actually written lots about it recently to give to various to people, but suffice to conclude: It's good. And who saw them on "...Jools"? I did, and I never realised how long Isobel's eyelashes were. I shall also forgive them for that out-of-tune violin, as much as I will not be forgiving Jools Holland for brushing over them like dirt under a rug whilst fawning over Tom Jones. Anyway, in my recent archiving I seem to have been wading through some heavy stuff. Which is not always a bad thing. But, as those who know/despise me, this is not really on my agenda, so if anyone would like to venture forth and let me in on what the most recent light hearted fad has been? You know what I mean, sweets, buttock magnitude, spreadables? I'm sure they are all passe now but there must be something of that calibre? To those who know who Steve Vai is (if you don't: virtuoso electric guitarist, fast, loud and heavy...) I went to his gig the other night, *wearing my B&S t-shirt*! Resss-pec. Run out of boring things to say now, better stop before I remember something interesting. Lovin' Spoonful of opal fruits to you all and your friends (Sorry, it's just for me and my dog. I'll be your dog, woof woof woof woof! It's too orangey for crows.) Corduroy Boy Tom This week, I have mostly been eating moldy peaches. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+