Bonjour, Wow!! Two posts! (memo: don't overuse exclamation marks). I'm becoming really prolific now. Somebody told me at school today that Friday the 21st Jan 2000 is the British National Day of Hugging. Apparently, at 12:15 in the p.m. we have to turn to the person on our right, hug them and tell them that you love them and they are a worthwhile person. Now, depending on your level of tweeness, this is great of it makes you want to vomit. The fact that I'm at home at 12:15 on a Friday is neither here nor there. I don't even know if it's true, someone could have just made it up to fulfil his secret fantasy of hugging [insert name of your choice, in case I know any of you]. My weeks have been going quicker, because now, rather than looking forward to the weekend, I dread it more than any other day (even Tuesday). This is because of my job. In case you care, my job involves getting up at 6:30 in the am, walking (or skiing, depending on the level of ice on the pavement/sidewalk) to the smelly train station and getting on a train with smelly people for 45 min, until I get to Sheffield. Once at Sheffield I buy a Melody Maker and sit in the station waiting room for an hour. By then it's about 9:00 in the am. Then I go shopping, or rather I stand in Virgin Megastore because they once played a B&S song and they might just play something other than Eiffel 65. At 9:31 in the am I arrive 1 minute late for work. Work involves phoning up the abusive people of Sheffield and asking them if their papers have been delivered. I feel really guilty. What if I've got a little paperboy fired (the fact that all Sheffield paperboys are arch-criminals is irrelevant). As for the Stars of Track and Field discussion, the best rugby player in the world ever! I quickly learnt the rules. You run away from the ball, and if someone throws it to you for God's sakes get rid off it before 7 people dive on you and stand on your head. Er...that is who you play rugby isn't it? Well, since you've had to listen to my life for far longer than I would bother to read for, I'll be off now. Au Revoir, Mr Smiley +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+