Evening all. Cor blimey. All I really have to say about All Tomorrows Parties apart from noting the almost universal loveliness of the people I met and talked to there (only some of whom I already knew see, Your Honour, Im getting better at this), is that whoever gave me this horrible throat infection is a cad of the first water. And that I am a bad person for lazily drinking far too much and not seeing enough of the fine bands available. But hey, I sat near Mark E. Smith in the pub for a bit (ah!). Mr Paul Field lately shirked the responsibility of losing his picnic mummy cherry, damn his eyes. Well sir, Ill see your next weekend and raise you the one after (4-5 May), which has not only a tasty adjunct in the form of the May Day bank holiday, which can be used for further sinister frolicking excercises, but also ME IN LONDON. This request is obviously made for the sole reason that I am a selfish bastard, but could whoever does take charge bear this in mind? Also that it cant be on Saturday, as Im then at the wedding that is my primary purpose for being in town then at all. Oh damn, just noticed that infernal rascal Carsmile has done some organizing for this coming weekend. Moany old git. So do we think that the previously mentioned one after would be a very good time for a secondary Brighton extravaganza? Hmmmm Ms Playforth, siren of the south coast? Anyway, apropos of nothing in particular: theres a wonderful old gal who catches the same bus as I do sometimes, and I simply cant help staring in impressed awe at the precisely complementing red tones of her natty coat and jaunty slingbacks, not to mention an immaculately coloured and somewhat bouffant coiffure that disguises the thinning of her elderly follicles nicely as it perches over camp snooker-player spectacles. Itd be nice to think that one could age as well, but to be honest, something a little messier and less brittle might be easier to maintain for a long innings. She probably wears the same flowery housecoat for days on end when shes not going out. Still gobsmacked at being called a newcomer by the Pinefox the other day, and to my very face, even. Check the archives, dude. Actually, dont, youll only find a scattering of my juvenile ramblings amongst the brilliance that drops from the keyboarding fingers of twee fuckers within our homely crabpot (as it were) the world over. Goodnight, ladies. Love, Liz :x *** Westron wind, when wilt thou blow? The small rain down can rain. Christ, if my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again! *** _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+