I was wondering through the bookshop one fine day, trying to decide what to buy. I knew that something was missing in my life, but I couldn't quite put a finger o it. Then it hit me.... 'I know what I need!', I cried, much to the astonishment of the other browsers in the shop. I rushed to the counter, and explained to the spotty boy sat there; 'I'm looking for a book which is way too long, written by a Sylvia Plath wannabe, which charts her life in a totally uninteresting way and which is guarenteed to leave me feeling really shit afterwards' 'Why certainly', replied the spotty boy, 'we have just the book for you...' he lead me to the 'shite fiction' section, and found me a copy of Prozac Nation by the Wortzul... it was perfect. 'And in buying this', he reassured me, 'you're helping the silly cow make EVEN MORE PROFIT out of her own depression'. Wow... what a concept. Love, Mark xxxxxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+