Another post from the bored-at-work club. Well, actually I'm waiting for my computer to run something. It doesn't have an hourglass, it has a sundial. It's here again. The most detested day on the calendar. The day when every man on the planet is either: a) Depressed because they haven't got a Valentine yet again; or b) Depressed because they have got a Valentine and have to spend a ridicuolous amount of money on them. And every woman on the planet is either: a) Depressed because they haven't got a Valentine yet again; or b) Depressed because they have got a Valentine who won't spend a ridiculous amount of money on them. Just say no, kids. They reckon the number of arguments and breakups today is second only to Christmas. And if I see one more couple playing tonsil tennis, I'll brick them. On a happier note, I haven't been drunk now for a whole 5 days. It may not last though, a friend is trying to persuade me to come out tonight with the promise that there'll be lots of single desparate women about. Sounds so tempting, doesn't it? Of course, Thursday nights are currently booked into my diary as Banzai night (the bizzarest, funniest and probably best thing on TV for ages)... One major discovery from last weekend was that my bowling ability increases with alcohol. No that it could get much worse, admittedly. Alcohol also increases my propensity for doing a conga round the bowling alley, but never mind. (the deadly substance may also have had something to do with the fact that I had to get a train back from Sheffield on Sunday with only one shoe, but that's another story...) I notice that my concert tickets haven't turned up yet. Which is interesting when I've paid £4.50 for them to be delivered. For that price, I want them hand-delivered by the band. Can't Banchory sell us the tickets direct next time? After all his tales of housekeeping, you'd have thought that Big Gay Mark would have learnt by now that the best way to wash your clothes is to take them off first? And I'm not even going to ask how Hannah's keyboard became so sticky... Big Stu (who falls into the first category, for the 26th year in a row...) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+