Sinisterines, Some wry observations from the past few days: Some juvenile and foppish oaf has been abusing this list to send coded messages of love and devotion to his girlfriend. Fortunately, Peter Miller has cracked his code so we can all laugh at the sappy bag of wank-shite. How dare he waste our time. Does anybody want me to go round his house and stamp on his face? I'll do it. I've been having a pre-Christmas break to catch-up with the delights of those merry pranksters The Pastels in concert. It meant I got to go to that lovely city Dublin and meet Joss who's a very nice man (I think my bird fancies him actually but don't tell anyone). I can't really comment on The Pastels performance since Joss decided to assert his masculine authority and drink me under the table. He also showed off his cunning skill and courage by attempting to raid the backstage area and rob any booze that had been left lying around. Sadly, only a mouthful of crisps were his reward for a brave and adventurous scheme. Joss is now my hero and I'm going to spoil everyone's fun by voting repeatedly for him on the list-crush page. I think I told Stephen Pastel that I loved him. He said "I love you too John" and kissed me on the cheek. I don't think he called anyone a "jobbie". The new untitled instrumental The Pastels have written really is the most beautiful thing I've heard in a long time. Now that this "list-crush" shenanigans has established itself firmly in our hearts, can we have a "best fighter" page too? Mark Casarotto doesn't reckon he could have McTaggart in a punch-up. And he's met him?! Brad acts quite hard but since he owns a Field Mice record he's probably a wimp. Both Keith Watson and The Duke could be dark horses I suppose. I can't really think of anybody on Sinister who's particularly imposing though. How stereotypical of us. Oh well, we could have a "smartest person on Sinister" list instead. I'd vote for Heather Marie Propes. Is it post-modern for pop fans to have crushes on each other instead of fancying the band? It wouldn't have been like that in the 70s. Are there really 14 people that fancy Brad or is he just a cheaty spoil-sport? You may not be very hard but you're a right bunch of weird scary fuckers out there in Sinisterland. Anyway, I have a feeling some Spanish football fans were singing "the basque my father wore" to the tune of "The Sash" last night. In the second verse he takes the basque off and then in the third he gives his friend a blow-job. Spanish football rules. Genevieve, you could be the voice of a generation. I'll excuse myself now, 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+