So, Jordi and Big Gay Mark have both come out of the closet (so to speak) and returned to the land of the Sinisters. Which is a good thing. Bring back the old guard, I say. Don't get me wrong, it's great having lots of new blood around the place, but I can't remember who's who, because I'm thick. It's always comforting to look at who a post is from, and know what to expect. In Mark's case, smut. In Ken's case, dirty dreams about girls. And in my case, a load of sh*** that noone wants to read. The silly season is almost upon us. Yes, that's right, it's time for the Winter Olympics. Giving us 2 weeks of people dancing on a sheet of ice (wouldn't it be easier to get onto dry land first?), the 2-man luge (2 people lying on top of each other going feet-first down a mile-long frozen waterslide), and the skeleton bobsleigh (1 person going down the same course headfirst on a teatray). It makes golf look sensible. I'm in a bad mood today. Sorry. It happens every time I see G**rg* B*sh on the TV in the morning. First the US bombers kill more innocent civilians in Afghanistan than died on September 11th (but that doesn't matter, because they're not Americans, right?). And now, all the US-held prisoners of war have their beards shaved off (denying them their religious beliefs), are tied up and gagged, are drugged, and are forcibly flown halfway around the world to be held in tiny cages in Cuba. That's every bit as evil as anything the Taleban did. This kind of thing has been going on for years (the USA is solely responsible for causing civil wars or installing dictators in countries around the world, from Chile to El Salvador to Indonesia to Iraq), yet I don't know of a single US citizen who agrees with it - how does the government keep getting away with it? I'm also in a bad mood because Sheffield Wednesday got knocked out of the FA Cup by Crewe. PU LP is a good (not a G!R!A!T!E!) album. Probably my third favourite album of last year (behind Tompaulin, and the re-release of Undeniably The Whitlams). But I've managed to scratch it already so that it doesn't play far-and-away the best song on it, Sunrise. Have I mentioned that I'm in a bad mood? It's also depressing to realise that in just 12 days time, I'll hit 25 years old. And I'm not even close to having a proper job, a wife and kids and a house of my own. It might be downhill all the way from here. I might even turn into Mark. I want to learn how to become a procrastinator, but I just keep putting it off. Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+