Hooray, A list full of revelry and jollity. Stuart wrote:

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this guy at my school,he's very odd...everything ahs to be kinky for him you know? ok..I'm just this silly little person..but somehow..he got in his head..as soon as i step through the dor and at home,bam! i am Dark Mistress and some odd kinky queen..

You've just made Tag's day...

Not me. I'm vice-free. Consider that the Wednesday poem. Risso wrote of the untimely death of Falco. This came as a great shock to me, as you can imagine. He also wrote:

I ripped off my tits on Stella for the first time and snogged a French lass

Now I shed a tear, but I didn't go that far.

PS. Does this count as "Doing a Northy?" or is it more of a "Steaming pile of Begbie?"

Now that was unkind. Who put these cruel ideas in your head? The small, yet mighty Olla wrote:

Dont any of you ever read crap literature?

I certainly do, I read "On the road", "American Psycho", "Zen and the art of blahdeblah", "Naked Lunch" and some things by J.G.Ballard and Henry Miller and they were all totally crap. "Be my baby" by the Ronnie Spector and the book of the film of "Gregory's Girl" are far, far better. Keith "Smorgasbord" Watson wrote:

Independent as FUCK say the hip hop loving flow experts about bored people "Belle and Sebastian". Glasgow skyscrapers - watch out. An A+R man said to me at their concert. "If you're feeling sinister" feels your balls! Vaguely, their melodies have the texture of underwear. Luddites from Scotland are fantastic.

Well Tag, you asked me if I understood it...

I was really hoping someone would do that, and the smart money was on Keith. A truly remarkable man - he can't read, but his Swedish is faultless. Don Pedro Miller Garcia Marquez wrote:

One other thing: As far as I am aware, no one has repoted back about Trousers' Big Night Out. How did the Poetry Society regulars react to an indie-schmindie invasion?

At the risk of making Paul blub with jealousy, Trousers' Big Night Out was a trouser-busting success. We all got splendidly drunk (except Andy Dean, who nursed his ribena like a trooper, and then whipped our skinny butts at scrabble to prove he was sober), Susannah did a little dance with Peter Peter The Opium eater's hat (whoever he was), I snored "like Krakatoa" and vogued in my sleep, James from that band on Jeepster (Sulaka?) put Snow Patrol stickers on belisha beacons across the length and breadth of Central London, we all made cheap double-entendres at Katrina's expense, and had a lovely time, even though David had to go to work in the morning.

Come on kids! Get your questions for Mister Murdoch in!

I want to ask Sarah if she can curl her tongue cos some people can and some people can't, and I dunno, I'm just kind of curious. I want to know if Stuart has an innie or an outie tummy button, if Chris likes sprouts, Richard can pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time. I'd also like to know if Sarah can touch her ears with her feet, again just out of curiosity. I mean, you know, it's a useful skill to have ... That's your lot. I love you, yes ... even you. Tag xx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------