Pip pip dollies. Got annoyed with my hair the other morning and chopped some of it off, then had to get my flatmate Rosie to neaten it up where I'd been a bit too enthusiastic. I'd go to a proper hairdresser, but I think the old barnet's beyond redemption. Maybe a home perm and some blonde highlights? Ken said:
I need to go to the Chinese supermarket to get some proper pot noodles soon which are incidentally waaaaaaaay nicer than the manky ones you get here. and then went on about Red Bull Pot Noodles, even the concept of which is an abomination in the sight of the almighty Fake Pasta Lord. You should be ashamed of yourself, young man. What you _should_ be going to the Chinese supermarket for is huge sheets of dried squid, mouldy duck eggs, canned tamarind juice and all the other wacky stuff. Personally I buy industrial-sized tins of powdered cumin, sesame seed crackers and oyster sauce. My local has a shrine in the back aisle, right next to the chiller cabinet where they keep the tofu, so you can light incense while comparing prices. Tofu's awfully squidgy, isn't it?
Joe Ballard wrote:
Gratest new album (even though it's nigh-on twenty years old) has to be Soft Cell 'Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret'. Bought it last week and it's the dog's whiskers! It even has a song on it called 'sex dwarf' that is *actually* about a sex dwarf.
which immediately created this monster in my head: "Sex dwarf, sex dwarf, you're my sex dwarf, Help me with my knee-high boots when I need to take them off." In a delightful Tom Jones kinda stylee. I apologise, but I had to get it out. I didn't want that festering in my little grey cells for days, weeks, or even minutes. Continuations of this theme welcomed. Why are boyz so crap? I got an email the other day telling me I'm too cultured. Probably true, but since when has culture had anything to do with sweaty palms and furtive snogging? Tchah. Anyway, who's going to the Union Chapel next Friday to see Sodastream? EVERYONE, that's who _should_ be going. So turn up, or I may have to come round and break your legs. In a twee way, obviously. Probably with a Miffy pencil tin or something. Liz :x "Regard the moon, La lune ne garde aucune rancune" 0776 5895141 +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+