As I was the naughty boy who wouldn't read his Italian poems at university, only grudgingly doing so when made to stand in the corner with my trousers on my head (that bit was voluntary), I am probably not the best person to be prosthletising (*buggered* if I know whether that's spelled right) about the joys of rhyme and verse. So, erm, I won't. Not until tomorrow, anyway. You see, the parrot is unwell. She accidentally brutally fell down a flight of stairs before getting up, staggering about and walking into a door. Several times. As a result, she doesn't feel up to entertaining you all today, and has asked that you give her 24 hours to recover the use of her legs and the sight in her left eye. Poor psittacene. So apologies for now, and congrats to the rather saucy Lady P for the longest email in the world - EVER! Though anyone who recommends the Stunning may not be quite all there, so tread carefully, pop kids, or it may be Corrs hell for all eternity... Mark xxx Currently in my toaster: 2 slices of Mighty White +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+