picniconthe18thpicniconthe18thpicniconthe18thpicniconthe18thpicniconthe18th primrosehillprimrosehillprimrosehillprimrosehillprimrosehillprimrosehillprimro sehill It's not a typing error but a secret message that'll burn itself into your subconscious. Got that? Good. Hello sinister This just in.. Sainsburys 15p bread is no more. They've have replaced it with something of similar quality but upped the price to 19p, Bastards! As for Farmhouse loaf, thats just an excuse to make bread that falls apart really easy and put 14p on the price over proper bread. I may have a new job tomorrow to fill a two week money gap till I'm back in Beautiful Camden Town I sound's like a proper nasty job but it is in Walkers crisp factory so maybee I'll come out a bit bigger round the middle (and with big ears and be good at football, right?) .............................................................................. ........ BIG PAIN I'd forgotten, but a few weeks ago I agreed to *spar* with our local policeman/Bruce Lee. Just for a laugh like. Well, he found me this evening...... What the fuck have I got my self into? as a blur of fists and shins chase me round the patio. Then local constabulary's meanest combine harvester suddenly asks "Having fun?" I look back at the kitchen window to see horrified looks on the three little kids faces watching daddy beat fuck out of the lad from the over the road. This goes on for about 45 minutes and towards the end I'd stopped thinking how much it hurt and just found myself laughing like a loony at the craziness of trying to fend off this bloke when you can't feel your arms or shins anymore. .................................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.............. .................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Oh Ken I know the feeling Just the night before last, Helena Bonham Carter suddenly appeared at the foot of my bed dressed in rather less than nothing and whilst this isn't exactly a terrible thing to happen in one's room, her continual plea's for me to dress up in the spare gorilla suit she'd brought and that it was getting on a bit (quarter past three in morning!) I did the only thing I could do, I took her home offering advise regarding a cold shower and half a bottle of something fiery. She rang me today "I'm sorry James, I don't know what came over me" she said embarrased of course I said she could come round later to "talk" it over, ha ha ha aha! ............................................................... Anyway the real reason I have written to you all out there is a cry for your help. See, as you probably know the worlds most fantastic brill picnic mummy Cay (I have not in any way been bribed) has threatened to run off with all my CD's currently stored on a shelf in her wood paneled Drawing room. Unless she see's at least 100 sinister people assembled upon Primrose Hill on the 18th of November 2001. Please don't let us down and you know your duty. Disclaimer. Some parts of the Miss Bonham Carter story are more true than others. Largely the parts regarding me being called James and claiming to sleep in a bed. You obviously have read this FAR so you're all absolute STARS. James. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+