I'm very proud of you lot. I think they call this "courage in the face of adversity", and I'm sitting up in bed here with my fluffy toys (one, interestingly enough, sent by a Fluffy familiar to you all) being quietly smug about how much better a place this mailing list is to be most of the time than any other I've been on. Viz my recent mail to the indiepop list which some of you might have seen today, and which you are at liberty to take as a rousing defence of you all and a routing of the sometimes unsmiling infidels (or a shameful defeat, depending on whether I get trounced or didn't notice that my trousers were undone). Nearly without exception, I'm very impressed how people kept their humour and goodwill about the gigs; I know some of you travelled a long way and spent a fair wodge of your cash, never mind hopes, on something that didn't happen. I'm rubbing poor wee Isobel's tummy metaphorically as we speak and hoping she gets better quick. And for those for whom the disappointment was too much, and well, lashed out for a minute, well it's understandable too I guess, but I'm glad there are others here who can speak for what to me seems like the wider picture. Starting this list one afternoon when I was bored often strikes me as the best thing I did in the last 10 years, and that's because of you lot, because I can tell you it was a "what-if..?", thursday-afternoon, idle-musing sort of decision on my part, but look what happened. So, jelly and ice-cream for tea, and you can stay up late to watch Starsky and Hutch(footnote 1) when I get better. Which won't be for a little bit, so sorry about all the unsubscribes to the list, which I normally stop and deal with myself, but tell them about the Queen Mum and the goose from the WWW site if you want. These emails are a bit of an effort ("why bother then??" I hear them cry from the stalls) so I'm not doing much list admin just now. So not much smut here, and I know there's nothing in the list rules to say smut is encouraged, but don't let that put you off because I think I like the kind of smut you all like. Doctor, give me another smut injection, I think it's making me better. Talking of smut, I'll be cheeky and also use this space to thank Damon for sending me the phone numbers of the Washington football team and cheerleader squad (I'm easy) who will hopefully pop round and get all those muscles working again that have been a bit dormant recently when I'm finally up and about. And to Kevan, who thinks of the mind and not the body, and sent me a Winnie The Pooh ink pad set. You, sirs, are gentlemen and you leave a poor shapeshifting girl with the vapours a little flushed. Honey xxx (1) That was a small plug for Peter Miller's latest artistic creation, see it now on the Mummy WWW page on the Sinister site. It doesn't contain any smut, although I know from a private communication that he was very much a Hutch crush rather than a Starsky tart. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+