My women, my women... A sinister strctly for the ladies' night? Bongs, hotknives, sputniks, buckets... and that's before they even take their coats off. I've been reading Chickfactor, and I know what kind of thing goes on at Berry Towers. Drugs, drugs and more drugs. And devil eggs. I wish I could go too. I bought a record by Taj Mahal. I haven't listened to it yet though. But I think it's great that pop stars name themselves after buildings. We could have Albert Hall, Sydney Opera House, Clyde Auditorium (the singing orangutan) and Donny Sthorpe Miners' Welfare. Great! Trousers wrote: Why does Peter Miller never tell us when he's about to come to Britain? Does he have something to hide? It was a quick in and out job, Trousers, something you're increasingly familiar with, by the sounds of things. Arrival on Saturday, departure on Sunday. My only opportunity for a Sinster meet and greet would have been in the gents' at Heathrow. It was my mummy's birthday. I got to see my niece, who is only two and a half, but already talks more sense than the entire Sinister list put together. And yes, I've got plenty to hide, just like the troubled narrator of "Nalda Said", according to Nick's cutting: As he grows up Nalda goes mad and he stumbles into an itinerant life, always upping and offing, fearful that his secret will emerge - he still carries the jewel inside him. What - up his bum or something? Sounds promising. The title reminds me of "Bill Drummond Said" by Julian Cope. I just thought I'd share that with you. I don't think the reviewer should have used the word "loonies" to refer to loonies - "menkos" would have sufficed. So much for "passages of rare compassion". Reviews of rare hypocrisy more like. He must think we're all mongols. Trousers also asked about former pop stars in normal jobs. Keith once told us that one of The Belle Stars or Amazulu or something had started work at his company. Is she still there, Keith? If so, tell her that her "Sign of the Times" is better than Prince's. It's not true, but it'll make her day. "Q Magazine" has a feature along the lines of "where are they now?" Sometimes it's quite sad. "We could've been a contender!". This week it's the Tygers of Pan Tang. I haven't read it yet. Trousers also talked about the general crapness of magazines. I must agree. How much does a track on the free CD plus corking review inside "Uncut" cost? What's more, the language is disgusting! Just look at this litany of filth, included in two short reviews on page 132, credited to a shadowy figure known only as "RMcT": wankers, arse, masturbation, todgers, dick. Bring back Tiswas. Kipper Clarke, can we have some more of your fluffosophy please? I feel that you've been neglecting us lately. In my village, all the Clarkes were called Kipper, at least the male ones were. So you had Kipper Clarke, Kipper Clarke, Kipper Clarke, Brenda Clarke and Diane Clarke all in the same family. Is it the same in Preston? lots of love, Sister Disco +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+