Hello! I thought I'd try to overcome my shyness and write something to Sinister, because I decided that you were all really nice people and wouldn't send wolves after me (which I guess, would be king of interesting, the only animal that's ever chased me was a rooster, but to be honest I think that was horrible enough, I've still got a scar and a phobia). Yesterday, I was sitting on a bus, going home from my parents, where I've spent a few days avoiding eating eggs (hey! maybe I don't like eggs because of the rooster-incident! psychology here I come!) and I heard B&S singing about riding on city buses, and well I've heard this many time before, but somehow I've never listened to it before, because that very moment I realised that riding on city buses (although yesterday it wasn't a city bus) is one of my very few hobbies, I guess it is kind of sad, going nowhere on a bus in the dark, but nothing makes me feel better, happier, sadder or whatever I may be. Last time I listened to B&S on a bus I almost cried, but then I didn't. If I could play my own music all the time, I think being a bus driver is one of my dream jobs, but, since I haven't even got a driver's license I guess I will have to be happy just riding buses every now and then, which maybe is even nicer, since you can just sit there, looking out and in (if you look at your window, then sometimes you can see the reflection of the people across the isle, and you can watch them as much as you like without them ever noticing) and you don't have to look up every now and the and say "tio kronor" (which is what it costs here in Sweden) to some old lady. Speaking of the fraggles, I always dreamed about eating that sugary stuff the little people were building, I still remember what I imagined it would taste like, and it wasn't really that great, but the consistency was wonderful and oh, when I think of it today I still want to taste it just as much. Anybody got the recipe? Buss och kram (if there is anyone who understands Swedish here I deeply apoplogise for using buss och kram, I did it against better judgement and hope to grow wiser in the future...) Anna. P.S. Sorry Rory, I'm not that Anna Johansson, but helloo anyway! At birth in Sweden, all Anna Johansson:s must sign a document saying they'll grow up to be (almost all the time) nice people, so I don't have a clue who you are but I'm (almost) garanteed to be nice! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------