Despite what you may have read or assumed, the railway still continues its operations around the clock, 365 days a year and we have not gone home. Railtrack,the national rail infrastructure owner, still needs to recruit graduates to start with the industry in September 2002.
isn't that the greatest beginning to an email ever, i was muchly confused until i realised that it was just a stupid recruitment thingie that the university careers people insist i receive all the time. i do wonder where railtrack would go home to i imagine a big community all living in an engine shed like the one in thomas the tank engine and then they'd get to play on the turnyroundythingie that the engines use when they need to go in a different direction. my dad knows loads about the history of local railway lines and he's always pointing to random buildings and telling me how they used to be a station. its amazing how many mounds of earth used to busy railways. just thought i'd share. i have a sort of half-arsed hangover today, i don't really feel ill, just a bit slow and i keep mixing up words (i got confused between elephant and aeroplane earlier) and for a while this morning i wasn't sure if any sound would come out at all and it wasn't until the very end of my Contemporary British Culture class that i decided to try and make the effort, fortunately it worked, but it made me a little sad that everyone had been deprived of my witicisms concerning the working classes and masculinity. nevermind eh... last night i played different songs in my dj set to what i normally do. it felt good. it also felt good to have someone who prides himself on being knowledgable about stuff not recognise folk implosion and had to ask me what it was. hehe. one sinisterine was in attendance *waves at antony (you don't have an 'h' do you?) but i know there's more of you in manchester (i'm looking at you chris_t_opher) and i shall expect to be seeing people at the next indigo november 27th @ the phoenix. i WILL be reminding you later. the girl sat next to me is eating smarties. i want smarties. i'm going home now to eat fried food, perhaps that will make me feel better. love and monkeys, fiona. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+