Hello Sinister. Stevie Trouser's post really knocked my socks off. I mean, I know I'm a sucker for nostalgic writing and a nice ink polaroid, but his post really knocked my socks off. As the more keen-eyed may be able to tell, I've started reading Catcher In The Rye again, for about the millionth time, and I can't help but ape (albeit badly) Sallinger's style. But that's not what I came here to say. As the Pet Shop Boys once said, I wouldn't normally do this kind of thing, but please Sinister, I need an outlet. See, at the moment I should be frolicking in Brighton with the rest of the York Sinister Massive, but recent events have put me right out the mood for partying. My surrogate Uncle Philip (ie not really my blood uncle - actually my mum's best friend's husband - but a very close family friend and someone whom I care a lot about) died on Thursday very suddenly, of cancer of the back. Exactly. I didn't even know you could get cancer of the back. A couple of weeks ago he just had a bit of a stiff back, and then before you could say "what a fucking tragedy" he's in intensive care, his immune system's packed up and he's dead. Which is a real shitter, I can tell you. He was a great bloke, always with a witty comment or a great piece of advice, and he was only 58. It's a fucking tragedy of highest order, at least it is through my eyes. I'm not really sure why I'm doing this, telling 1500 people about someone none of them knew and now never will, but I guess it's an outlet of some description. I've developed a bit of an obsession with the Beach Boys of late, and "Don't Worry Baby" seems to comfort me and make me cry in equal measure - a good things at these times. Needless to say, it's been getting pretty heavy rotation at the moment. I'll sorry to moan. I'll feel better in time, of course. People tend to feel better, most of the time, and I can be quite resilient if I try. But at the moment I just feel like I've had my insides replaced with a load of negative space. I think I'll stop now and go and do something that'll make me laugh, or cheer me up at least. I see an Alan Partridge Marathon beckoning... ;-) love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+