Hello Suddenly I have all sorts of things to say, and not much time to say it in. I've decided to split it up into installments, so you don't all get bored. *** Archel said: "i was momentarily concerned to hear that rachel's fanny looks like isobel's, then i remembered that she is american, dude, so it isn't nearly such a strange thing to reveal..." I've just come back from America, and among the million infomercials I saw one for an "Amazing Three in One Fanny Firmer". My friend who I was staying with heard me laughing and couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. "I got myself a firmer fanny in only two weeks with the amazing fanny firmer." It truly was amazing. he he! It reminded me of a time when I was still at school and nine o-clock on saturday mornings still had meaning to me. That meaning was saturday morning tv. I was a Going Live! boy through and through, but even I got bored sometimes, especially when they had the Agony Uncle on. I remember his main piece of advice was always "Tell the big boys to bog off" and I'm sure hundreds of spotty nosed, speccy boys still bear the scars today from the beatings they got because of it. Well, one morning I had flicked over to CITV, which I think at the time was being presented by a giant kangaroo, and they were on the whacky purple sofa doing an interview with Hulk Hogan, who was promoting his new film, "Mister Nanny". The interview was going well, and although I wasn't allowed to watch wrestling so I couldn't understand much of it, I was still fascinated enough by his droopy moustaches to stop myself flipping channels. At the end of the interview, Hulk Hogan pointed his ten inch finger at camera one for a close up. He growled: "I'm Mister Nanny, and I'm gonna whup yo fanny" Now I wasn't quite sure what "whupping" was, but I certainly knew what a fanny was, so I was sure that a "whupped" one was even ruder. I was shocked. The presenters were shocked. Their faces were all squiggles and lines. The kangaroo made a hasty pratfall to try to divert attention from Hulk's confused expression, and his moustaches which were drooping more and more by the second. The commercials came on. I flipped back to Going Live!, where Trevor and Simon were swinging their pants. I knew where I was safe. ITV was just too hot to handle. *** ooh, I've got an awful lot to say, but I have to do a bit of work. So I'll save the rest for the next installment, including all about my holiday, and maybe, who knows, a little b+s content... Until then... bye! Robin x _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+