Hey You The Rock-Steady Crew, Unlike everyone else I take no pleasure in being in the top ten postees. It implies that I have no life. Nothing could be further from the truth - I have nine lives, like a cat, all of them vibrant and thrilling. So I haven't posted for a while in an attempt to let other people overtake me. So what are you lot talking about, eh - kid's TV. Again? Oh well, each to their own. And the Close Roosters, I mean, Lobsters as well. Where *do* they get those names from? And what is this 'ironic pop' of which someone spoke in relation to Saint Etienne? What the hell is ironic pop? Saint Etienne mean it, maaaan. Nick Dastoor wrote in response to Minskikorsikov's ink polaroid:

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this one is taken that evening, at the poetry cafe during the blue soda social. i am currently whupping >>nick dastoor's ass at operation."

This is true. However, in my defence I would say:

a) My hands were shakier than usual on account of being thrown into the meeting-people-off-the-list-in-real-life thing all of a sudden. I was expecting Megan to be a 76 year old hermaphrodite from Yemen and was taken aback to find that was Tag and that Megan was instead a 19 year old female from New York.

Dastoor, you're a disgrace. Not only were you beaten by an American, but your excuses are fraudulent. You're thinking of Trousers, and he's only 75, from Qatar, and he's a eunuch, not a hermaphrodite.

b) I was too intent on getting myself out of a Francoise Hardy faux pas I had made with Tag.

And I still haven't forgiven you. You have incurred to wrath of Tag, and that is a fearsome thing. No-one disses Francoise and lives. Actually I first read that as "a pass I made at Tag". That got me quite aroused, I must confess. Incidentally, the Serge Gainsbourg night on the Renfrew Ferry was a blast, highlights included Chris Leonard shagging Norman Fanclub, Anne drooling over Antoine de Caunes, Little Stevie Jackson's rendition of "Lolita go home", which brought a tear to my eye. The next night Keith, Anne, Elisabeth and I went to the 13th Note, where we drank like crazed fools, and discussed Mental As Anything. Later, we made the taxi driver turn up Bryan Adams on the radio to stop Elisabeth from getting homesick. Keef "I no longer rule, I merely govern, because I wussed out and went home to bed at 9.30 rather than going for a drink with The Kids like a true ruler would" Watson wrote:

Certainly not, in fact the more "new" people coming along the better, well, as new as anyone can be on a list that's only run for 9 months. Indeed a few of us now know each other but that's absolutely nothing to do with not wanting new people to come along. Please do.

Isn't Keith a nice man? But I think it would so much better if him and Wodney could spend a little time alone together at the Edinburgh picnic so they can whisper stories from the Ronnie Corbett joke book in each others ears until the sun goes down. I'm sure none of you want to be accused of being a gooseberry. Actually ruling is so passe and now the word on the streets is "romp". Je rompe, tu rompe, il/elle rompe, nous rompons, vous rompez, ils/elles rompent. The verb takes the avoir form in the perfect tense, incidentally. As in, "ce weekend, nous avons rompé, et je voudrais romper avec toi encore, parce que c'etait genial, mon petit gateau au pate d'amandes". You don't know what I'm on about, do you? Love Tag xx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------