and it wasn't your sister i called aboot was it? No, it wasn't my sister. It was my bird. And a bloody big Deptford lass she is too with a Millwall lion tattooed on her chest to show for her days down the Den in the heady, crazy days of the early-to-mid 80s. She doesn't mind being called a boot. But a Glasweigan!!! I'd watch out for

Howdy Folks, I'm feeling a bit of a literary leaning in my mood today so I thought I'd start the proceedings by paying homage to that 19th Century Russian classic, Tolstoy's "War and Peace". I'll start with the "War" bit. The Duke probably doesn't know the danger he's in, so I'll warn him. the glint of a scalpel blade if I was you. Now I suppose there has to be a "Peace" bit. Well, there's going to be some rallies for peace (around Britain anyway) tomorrow and I'd encourage you all to make the effort and take part if your feelings are that way inclined since that slimeball Blair is claiming overwhelming public support. There'll be a special prize to anyone who manages to get themselves arrested. A night in the cells. And I'm saying nothing about "losing man-cherries" since this is a serious subject and smut would be inappropriate. I had to unsub from Sha-na-na cos they scare me. Stand & Deliver, Love...John +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+