Is it a little disheartening to read that Froggy thinks we are all about 45 years old? Or does it just mean we are the home of maturity on the interweb? The last few sinister meetups I can recall suggest that the latter is far from true, actually. What a nice post by the way Froggy. So, it's 8.55am and I'm at work. But not working, yet. I felt odd and Friday-ish today, so I have dressed in my least professional outfit and I even put on MAKEUP which happens about once a year. I got lots for Christmas (thanks to Ruth of this parish for some of it) so I have to experiment really. There is stuff that you put on your eyelids that is kind of shiny, and really fat pencil things that I haven't worked out yet, and mascara and nail varnish and lip gloss which even I can manage. I have also had an unusually B&S filled morning really - listening to them on the bus on the way to work and singing along in my head to She's Losing It and Get Me Away From Here (I haven't put any new stuff on MD yet) while watching the other inhabitants of my top deck. I get very upset if I can't sit on the top deck, mostly because I need advance warning via a bird's eye view of when my stop is or I always think I'll miss it. Despite it being heralded by everyone else getting off. I also discovered the new badgies that Matt got me at the Brighton show in a box and thought I'd be extra-studenty by adorning myself and my bag with them. So that was fun. By the way (months late as usual), I think DCW is a great album. I am not too keen on Piazza New York Catcher (a player also referenced by The West Wing though, my favourite programme of recent years) and Wrapped Up in Books sounds like Cliff Richard. But other that that, rocking. Also I got Fans Only for Xmas and that is pretty fun too. I want it to be summer. Or at least spring. It hasn't been picnic season for far too long. As soon as I see even a SQUARE of sunshine on my blighted so-called garden I will rally round and have some kind of Brighton beachnic as usual. Though as I am effectively an old married woman now I can't promise the debauchery of old... I have to go back to labelling videos now. I swear to god, as soon as I get my MA I'm out of this bloody job faster than a sneeze. I spent yesterday afternoon wrestling with an antiquated German comb-binding machine and I think it won. Grrr. Well, I've enjoyed putting my head over the parapet. Be good, Tanyas. And the rest of you. love Archel xxx PS. I am rubbish at the I'm A Cuckoo game. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+