Boo to the Business World ! has now moved to : http://members.aol.com:/CH55808/sebastian/index.htm Please type CH55808 in capitals and 'sebastian/index.htm' in lower case as the server is case sensitive. Probably best to cut and paste from here or go straight from here and bookmark. Also can anyone sort me out with a scan of the 3.6.9 CD cover for the page. If so please contact me on CH55808@aol.com - thanks ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Here's my attempt at an Ink Polaroid, plus my intial unlurk from the list. This one's my favourite. It's from around seven years ago, when my dad took myself and my sister up to the dams in the country. It was just after my dad and mum had split up, towards the end of the summer. The year before, my dad had taken a nervous breakdown and had mellowed out, learned to show his feelings a bit more. Trouble is, he showed his feelings to another woman as well. The dams are always one of my favourite places. They're right on the boundary between the country and the city, and they're right beside the wee town I used to go to to play tennis with my uncle, even though I had to borrow a racquet because I couldn't afford my own. It wasn't really a town, more like a scheme that happened to be outside the city limits. My dad told me the dams supplied water to thousands of people in the city, and they'd been built a hundred years ago and still remained intact. You can see me in the background, sitting on the edge of a large pool of water. There's a small waterfall running into the pool. My dad and my sister are in front of me, staring into the camera, squinting cause of the sun. I'm wearing my red and white striped polo top, which I got for my 11th birthday from my mum. There's car in the background too, speeding past on the small road. I started the big school that year, stopped reading Smash Hits and started reading Melody Maker and NME. I had my first instance of true love that year, but nothing happened. My dad wasn't as bald then as he is now. I like him more now than I did then. My mum's not in the picture, which is sad. It was a really nice sunny day. Jonathan Mackie ua6jm@abdn.ac.uk ***************************** * 8-00pm, OCTOBER 8TH, BBC2 * ***************************** ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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