Hello, people. Press "Del" now if you want to. This post doesn't have anything useful in it. Strange how some things always come together in big packages of sensation, feeling and smell. Christmas, especially. For me, Christmas is never the smell of pine needles, it's the smell of the plastic christmas tree which my family has had for twenty years. The smell always fills up the house by the day after it has been erected. Now, IYFS is also a christmassy thing. Four years ago, I bought a copy of IFYS because all the reviews of it were *grate*. I didn't have a CD player at the time, so a couple of weeks later, when I went to visit the parents for Christmas I took it with me. I know there was all that discussion about "well, it's the least-best B+S record", but I still think it's wonderful and a little bit seasonal. I am recovering at my parents' house from the horrible stress that is Christmas shopping. It's far too much work. Admittedly, I am an incompetant misfit who never manages to look after himself properly, but Christmas is worse than normal. I did manage to get my Sinister-Presents bought and shipped, but they will never get there on time. If you are meant to be receiving a present from me (although, of course you don't know who you are) then I apologise in advance. The second I sent said presents, I started panicking that you won't like them, or you'll take what I wrote the wrong way, so I'm apologising in advance for that as well. As usual, earlier today I had *loads* to say, and now I've forgotten it all. Hmmmmmm. I also had *loads* to say yesterday, but I felt dead depressed yesterday and so I didn't send any of it. I didn't clean my flat for a week, had an unexpected visit from the landlord (who accidentally made the cat sit outside all day) and am now scared I'll be evicted, especially as the landlord hasn't previously seen the large holes the cat has made in the wallpaper. I'll stop talking about that, because I'll get depressed again. Anyway, it's off-topic. Good things about visiting parents: digital TV, which means I get to watch the Powerpuff Girls. Bad things: having to live in Grimsby. If anyone else on Sinister lives in Grimsby, *do* let me know, because I would like to be reassured that it isn't *entirely* an island of Hard Kids listening to euro-dance in cheap nightclubs before glassing each other on Cleethorpes seafront. Ahhh ... home. I *really* have run out of things to say now. I'll stop before I end of rambling about sheep. Baaaa. Taraa, folks. Merry Christmas -- Will "gneiss" Salt ICQ something-or-other +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+