Why, hello there, boys and girls :) Mark Casarotto wrote:
Why not name your new pets after your favourite listee? An outbreak of hamsters, iguanas and tarantulas called Ailsa Ross can only be a good thing...
thereby concluding that he is in fact clinically insane. Mark, me being everyone's favourite listee was *so* last week, dah-ling :) The next pet I get, I'm going to name Alix Campbell. Cos she made me a tape with Loneliness... (thank you, sweetie) on it and she made me laugh so much the other night with tales of Robbie Williams and goats' gonads and stoats that one of my contact lenses fell out. Last night I wrote a big long thing about LLPJ and then my computer crashed. Scarily, it crashed as I was noseying around SteadyMike's Bowlie photos, and it was a photo of Casarotto that made it crash. Hmmm. (There's a lot of photos of Trousers. That's "Trousers" not "trousers". Sometimes capital letters help. Who said the other day they were the only person on the list that put capitals in the proper place? I take great care to punctuate and capitalise correctly, now, I just have to add quality content to match and maybe you'll stick around to notice...) Anyhow the *reason* that Casarotto made my pooter crash is because he knew that my theory on LLPJ was almost the same as his. Though I had an bonus extra bit about "and you hope that she will see" with regard to having boys on buses being an example of classic symptoms of being me (I'm not sure if all low-self-esteemers are like this) of something not being a good thing unless other people see and approve of it. See, if you've got hideously low self-esteem, as I assume Jane must if she needs to go round shagging everything in trousers (as opposed to Trousers, see - the benefits of correct sentence casing) for a bit of validation, not only does all the casual sex make her feel wanted and exciting and probably better about herself for a few minutes/hours, it's all the better if someone knows she's doing it as that should make her seem like she is attractive, and therefore approved of. I would also hazard a guess that Jane likes a fair drink or too, as firstly that is how to get yourself in a situation where a quick shag seems like the answer to everything, and also how you fall asleep at bus-stops. And why you wonder what you're gonna do about it, before going out and repeating your never-ending cycle of loneliness and shame next time you get drunk. But that's just a theory, and probably not a very good one at that. What I *do* know, is that the sleeve notes bear a remarkable resemblance in places to the theme and video of TIGGERJAMMERS in places. Graveyards, places in the East End in Glasgow ("she went out to the Easter House"), erm, I can't remember why or how it all tied together so well in my head last night at about midnight, but it did. I'll maybe get back to you with a coherent theory later, but I doubt it.
I actually though that Nick *was* Ronnie Corbett for a bit (the resemblance is quite strong in real life too) - he's on the list, obviously, but calls himself PJ Miller. Which explains a lot.
I used to go to school with Ronnie Corbett's niece. She's called Nickie too, you know. Coincidence? Quite probably. She was in the same year as top Daily Record reporter (see website press archive) Duncan "Rick" Fulton. And also top TV presenter Dominik Diamond. Colin Montgomerie (red-faced puffy Scottish golfer noted for coming second in everything) was at my school for a year in the 70s, and the school magazine gets to mention him in their "Old Boys" news (they never quite got a handle on the fact it went co-ed in 1983), except he's just lumped in with everyone else, giving rise to things like "Ailsa Ross completed an honours degree at Glasgow University, Crispian Fotherington-Ponce got married to Camilla Snootiness-Posh, Colin Montgomerie finished top of the Volvo PGA European Tour Order of Merit for the third successive year, our old headmaster now lives on a farm near Auchtermuchty..." etc, like it's an everyday thing for ex-pupils to be world-beating sports stars. One old boy is in the Scotland World Cup cricket squad, but that certainly does NOT make him a world-beating sports star. I was going to end with a smutty comment inspired by Sister Disco's revelation that he'd been "done" by the Who on Nationwide in the 70s, but quite honestly, the involvement of Frank Bough scares me, so I won't bother. That's why there's no Who content. I shall see some Scottish types tomorrow evening, no doubt, and I shall endeavour to catch up on personal correspondence at some point quite soon (sorry, I've been neglecting you, you know who you are...). Oh, "subtle as the wind is grey". Maybe it's "subtle as the wind, is grey". Meaning he is grey and that's as subtle as the wind, and and as a result is able to lurk in unusual places, unseen. A wind can be subtle, right? It's a variable concept of wind strength and subtlety. I was never very good at poetry crits at school. Can you tell? Ailsa xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+