All this talk of cassocks and hymns has got me in religious frame of mind, so yesterday I decided to B!E! a pilgrim. I did a bit of the famous road to Santiago, which some churl once called a "monument to credulity". It was great, a leafy path with ancient cobblestones, well, bigger than cobblestones, all worn smooth by centuries' worth of sandals worn by a multitude of believers. On acid. There's even a spring where weary pilgrims can refresh themselves and sit awhile and reflect on God's glory before continuing their descent towards the sea. Once I got there I decided to indulge in another popular list pastime, staring at the sea and thinking about sea-related music - in this case "Oh I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside" played by God on a Huge Wurlitzer Organ Coming Up Out Of The Stage. So anyway, all this set me thinking: enough of these godless picnics, how about a list pilgrimage? We could all go to Malcolm out of McCarthy's house or something like that. Peter ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . Somos todos conejitos felices que tararean . consonancias felices del conejito - no somos? -----------------------------------------------------------------------