Howdy all you sinister kids, Seem I inadvertently trod upon zoe's toes in my last post, and for this I sincerely apologize. My intention was not to hurt anyone's feeling or cast aspersions upon anyone's home, but merely to suggest some fun in the sun. I am sorry if my humor missed it's mark. I meant no disrespect or to make a new member feel bad. I would also like to thank all those of you for your messages of condolence for my recent heartache, even those who upbraided me for my foolishness (thanks and smiles Brandt). I'm still tumbling down the road towards hopeless romanticism, I'm still searching for my soulmate (which I obviously still believe in), and I still don't love anyone in particular (except maybe my sister, though I do love all of you for your indulgence and kindness). Anyway, I'm back to my old happy, cashmere-socks wearing self, wishing I were downing boddington's with b & s loving people in a dark warm pub and falling in love with a sweet pickish girl with a soft warm accent. Oh well, I'll live vicariously through the sinister postings. I remember, not so long ago, there were some rather forward party behaviours reported here. How come none of the parties I go to devolve to such decadent levels? (well they do, but not before we have to take the girls home). Regarding what we call sex: I've always found "making love" a bit too precious (unless it is said in a Barry White kinda voice), but otherwise I have to agree with danielle. "Shagging," like so many britishisms, really captures all fun and dumbness and there is to say about it, but to use it on this side of the pond makes you sound like your sending up Austin Powers. "Fuck" and "screw" sound too rude to use with someone you really like, and the ever popular "do it," and "hide the salami" can be confusing after a few beers. So I like "boink" or "bonk." They sound fun, silly, and lighthearted like "shag," but with out the crushed velvet aftertaste. But the best are the secret codes we establish with our regular lovers, like "and what prodigious mowing shall we make?" Alasdair's explanation of the baseball analogy we yanks use to describe our sexual exploits is much tamer than what I learned in the backseat of my father's oldsmobile, but certainly more fitting with the experiences in my cafe. For a graphic depiction of the more traditional take on this analogy listen to "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" from Meatloaf's first Bat Out of Hell Album (I wouldn't necessarily buy it, but with the number of units that album continues to sell, you might be surprized at who you might borrow it from). A homerun is pretty obvious, but the bases are harder to pin down. They seem to vary depending on geographic location, education, and socio-economic background of the participants. I've even heard it differ between the participants (The boy: "I didn't go any further than first base, after all it was only our third date" The girl: "He was so close to home it wasn't even funny. I guess he doesn't like me."). And just for the record, I love the gentle wind LP and still think Isobel is babe. I too make passes at girls who were glasses. With that I bid you good weekend and All the best Daniel Hooper +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+