My loves, Oh, loads of people said loads of stuff and it were dead interesting and thought-provoking and all that. So, good for them. I could have begun with "I haven't posted for ages...." and it would be true, because really I haven't. I've been doing all sorts of important, dull, inconsequential nonsense that isn't really like living, but living makes it necessary - paying bills, visiting parents, doing laundry and cleaning out the kitchen bin (I recall that Love God Casarotto once managed to fashion a post about cleaning out his kitchen bin. He's clearly more talented than I). There's been so many things that I have read and meant to comment on, like Linda's "Fox in the snow"/Virgina Woolf type thing (Oh, and by the way, if you had to sleep with either Virginia Woolf of Sylvia Plath, which one would you pick and why? Answers on an email to the non-list address, please, as we don't want 1600 people knowing that you find Sylvia's rampant outdoorsy American blondness more attractive than Virginia's stay-in-doors, repressed Englishness, do we?), all of Marianna's wonderful posts, Archel's almost-happening picnic, Paul Field's search for a housemate - I can recommend the flat. Very nice, with a roof terrace and a real coffee maker. No Nescafe for this boy - and so many other things. As you can tell by the above paragraph, I am currently very into hyphenating. This is mostly because of the DragonLady at work (those who read my blog know of her, those who don't will never know as, like G, I have my pride and refuse to link) who last week repremanded me for "hyphenating a word in the order book - it makes it very difficult to read, you know". So I killed her with a hardback book and then scattered pieces from the original Star Wars puzzle (1979, only one piece missing) all over her battered and bloody frame. And here's me thinking that bookshopgirlism is all listening to Belle and Sebastian, knitting cardies and pointing people in the direction of the James Joyce paperbacks. I took a small holiday last week with the Loved One, which involved cycling for hours around cabbage fields and going to Skegness, which was so tacky it nearly burnt my retinas. Bless all of you who live in Lincolnshire. It made me yearn for the bright lights big city of Leicester. But I got tanned and healthy, so much so that my mother was speechless on my return. Fear not, I shall return to the pale and pasty look - I'd like to say which year it had last been in fashion, but fear that my look never has, and never will, be all the rage on the Paris catwalks - very soon. So, RED KNICKER day is upon us. Hooray. Red pants currently in the wash, but will arrive in London on the 25th, hopefully with me in them, for dignified drunkeness. Is that a tautology or an oxymoron? I can never remember the difference. Huge props to Asm Walton, who not only burnt the last two Peel sessions onto a CD for me, but seemed to manage it all in one day. Thank you Sam, the gods are now smiling upon you. (Keep Feeling) Fascination Maddie Minx xxxxx _________________________________________________________________ Join the world’s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+