Ah, Sinister. *BEGGING* It's true: the eternally wonderful sgazzetti (AKA JDS, or that bloke teaching English in Slovenia) and yours truly will soon be travelling to somewhere in the middle of the Spanish Mediterranean coast (let us not discuss my far-reaching lack of European geographical knowledge) to attend the FIB, where B&S will entertain the CROWD OF THOUSANDS with their rock stylings. (Hi, long and impenetrable sentence.) Given our advanced ages (28 and something greater than 28, respectively), and given my slightly high maintenance desire not to have to queue in order to shower, we were hoping to find accommodations other than the free massive festival campsite. Alas, we were a bit--comment dit-on?--behind the 8-ball, and it now appears that all of el Pais Valenciana is booked. ALL OF IT. This is where you come in: do any of you happen to have an extra hotel room (or similar--space in a bungalow or chalet would also be smashing) kicking about? I know Jordi mentioned one a few weeks back, but I've a sinking feeling it's loooooong gone by now. We are simple folk, John and I, and don't require lots of care. We can regale you with tales of travelling across the wilds of southern France, and would gladly ply you with alcohol, and would cast upon your feet the mantle of our eternal gratitude. Any and all leads on this front would be MOST APPRECIATED. Please give me a holler off-list (wilska@microsoft.com) if you can help save our sorry asses from having to burrow into the sand on the beach to bed down for the evening. *NOT BEGGING, BUT A REQUEST STILL* I hasten to add that even if you can only tell us we're S.O.L. as far as housing goes, if you're going to Benicassim, WE WANT TO HANG OUT WITH YOU. It's true that we're American, but John is worldly beyond his years, and I can easily pass as Canadian (complete with correct pronunciations of 'sorry' and 'pasta'), and we promise to be sufficiently witty, erudite, and alcoholic. All interested parties should please be so kind as to email either of us (me at address above, J at sgazzetti@yahoo.com) and state their intentions. *IN OTHER NEWS* Did anyone else notice that supposedly mild-mannered, soon-to-be-English-teacher Molly Due had the phrase ANAL LEAKAGE in her e-mail addy? That fact coupled with the vibrating bed thing (other models are know as the Sandman) leads me to doubt her innocence. Not that she necessarily claimed any, mind. On the WEblog front, I humbly remind you of my own: http://divert.blogspot.com Finally, after you've finished 'Everything Is Illuminated', [stressing now about placement of that comma outside quotes], you should hasten on to 'Prague', by Arthur Phillips, which is both brilliant and brilliantly sarcastic. You heard it here first (possibly). I will now celebrate San Francisco's faux summer by attempting to take my lunch outside. Soon enough it'll be unabashedly cold yet again. I remain, The Un-nicknamed, Emily +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+