Hello, That Peter Miller bloke wrote:

Yesterday I went to the pictures and I saw a film and it was really good.

Are you after my job?

I heard it on the grapevine that McTaggart has been pounding the Glasgow beat, and the mean old piddly pooh hasn't shown us his ink polaroids yet, and neither has Keith.

Here's a couple ... It's Saturday night in Edinburgh. We see three fresh faced young bucks striding masterfully along Lothian Street. On our left, Keith Watson, his rippling muscles teasingly hidden under his trademark polo neck, is brushing aside a bevy of beauties with the merest shrug. In the centre is Tag, his mind inexplicably wandering to thoughts of ultraviolet pornography. On our right, Chris Leonard is leading the other two in a David Bowie Medley with his resonant baritone, causing passing drunken rugby fans to weep openly. It's earlier that same evening, the scene is a table in an Indian restaurant. Chris Leonard, the master raconteur, is holding court to a rapt audience, Tag and Keith have their backs to the camera, so we can only assume that their faces have the same saucer-eyed expression as the young lady to Chris's right. It's almost as if Chris has uttered the word 'gism' at an inoppurtune moment. Further down the table El Presidente Honey is smoking a fine cigar, whilst ruminating of the nature of religion with the ravishing Linda (the first lady) and a strangely familiar man. Paul looks dead classy, la.

Belle and Sebastian content: What do we have to do to join in the bunfight tomorrow? Just turn up in the sinister room, or is it more complicated? I've got a brand new nickname for the occasion.

You should have a brand new nickname for every message. Get over it.

Northy, nice to see you back again.

I too was fooled briefly, but there were a few giveaway clues. Northy would never write only one letter at a time, his useful snake like symbol was not used, and there was a certain 'humour' to that mail. Like many great thinkers of our time, Northy was a deeply serious young man, who saw little to be flippant about in this evil modern world where communists, drug users and the homeless are allowed to roam the streets without being shot, and wealthy princesses like Lady Di, the Princess of Hearts, are cut off in their prime, only to be cruelly ridiculed. He really felt that injustice deep in his soul. I hope the sick hoaxer is as guilt ridden as he or she should be. Oh God, how I miss him. Will that do? Love, 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? -----------------------------------------------------------------------