Good God. Not even poked my head round the nursery door, having been away for more months than I care to remember, and already I'm being described as superlative. Has it been like this all the time I've been away? I should go away more often. Er, hello. I'm Ailsa, erstwhile moaner of this parish. I'm not married yet, but I will be soon. I still haven't heard Jonathan David, as I now listen to Radio Two as befits an old nearly-married woman. Radio Two rocks as they played the Trash Can Sinatras once, which is more than Radio One ever do. They haven't played B&S yet when I've been listening, though Ken Bruce does play the Smiths, which is nice. Archel is much more superlative than I am. And I don't have a first class honours degree in English so I'm allowed to use grammatically incorrect phrases like "much more superlative" (superlatively superlative?). Yay, I'm going to the Albert Hall, which is just great. Do people still say "grate" round here, or is that a bit passe? God, I feel like a stranger round these parts. Are people pointing at me and laughing? Since I came back, people have been talking a lot about Pretty in Pink and the Breakfast Club, which is A GOOD THING. Rachel, who is my new favourite person in the world, said

hidden message: smoking marijuana is bad as makes unwary teenagers commit acts of brutality with blusher.

It also makes Emilio Estevez dance in a way which makes me wonder what it was he was *really* smoking. I used to quite like Emilio Estevez when I was young - I think it was his unrequited love for Andie McDowell in St Elmo's Fire which did it. I'm quite a sucker for the unlucky in love. Especially when they try hard. Ducky deserved to be on his own for not trying hard enough. I like losers who end up winning in the end. It kind of restores your faith, even if it hardly ever happens in real life, only in Frasier and Dawson's Creek. Now I've remembered why I left Sinister the last time. It's bloody hard to post anything interesting. I think I'll off and lurk again. Ailsa xx By the way, what's the big deal with slagging off the Saracen's Head? It's a lovely pub, and has Buckfast on an optic behind the bar. If people want a pre-Barrowlands pub, can I suggest McChuills on High Street? It has tons of space, walls decorated in album sleeves for vinyl trainspotters, and a table football table like Joey and Chandler's. And it's just round the corner from the Barrowlands. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+