Last weekend I went to the soi-disant Southern Capital of this fine country to hang out with friends and indulge my secret boardgaming vice. Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I went to the the Students Union bar there only to find it full of bellowing gamers fighting to place bids in an auction. But perhaps you would have too, if you had been there and seen what was on offer, for this seemed to be some kind of slave auction type thing, and being auctioned as a job lot were three lovely ladies, ready, able & willing to be your slaves for a day. It was like falling through a dimensional portal into some kind of sideways universe of extreme weirdness. Amusingly, as the bidding went higher, the ladies got more excited and jumped up and down, driving bidding ever higher. I cursed the luck that made me leave my chequebook in the Vicarage. Meanwhile, I notice that popular band Belle & Sebastian are playing concerts in the United Kingdom, and in Sweden and Denmark. I'm contemplating flying over to see them but it wasn't very long ago at all that I saw them last. And they are playing a bit too close to the fab All Tomorrow's Parties festival, and I'm not really going to fly away for musical things three times this year. Certainly not to the stinky non Euro zone united kingdom, they'll get enough of my money at Glarsters and Bowlie, they're not getting me over to see B&S again this year. So there's nothing for it - B&S are coming to Dublin to play the Ambassador. The Dirty Vicar commands it. I've enjoyed a great many of your posts. I especially liked Kyla Schuller's post about her great uncle. It made me think about my old relatives, about being old, and about the likelihood of one day being very old and ill and stuff. A great uncle of mine died last year, and before hand I went to visit him in hospital with my Dad. I hadn't seen him for years and was never really that close to him, but he seemed happy enough to see me. It must be strange being very old and ill, suddenly relatives you haven't seen in years start showing up. I bet that's when you know you're in trouble, or maybe it never really registers like that because you're so whacked on medication and stuff. I'm sorry if my ramblings on this topic have brought back unhappy memories for anyone who has lost someone in those kind of circumstances. I also loved Kyla's image of her great uncle seeing nuclear explosions lighting up the sky. And Gneissy's post was very gneiss. I heart symbol Gneissy. I notice people have started talking about George W. Bush again. It's funny Ms Playforth mentioning Yoga and Pilates. I am currently K*N*A*C*K*E*R*E*D as a result of my yoga class of earlier this evening. So I think it's time for tubby bye byes. I think I had a lot of other fascinating things to say, but I forget them all, so I'm going to post this now and go to bed. yawn DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+