We're back in New York after the Bowlie sextravaganza. I seem to have come down with the plague. Who was the zero-case of this social disease? And just what WERE we doing to have all contracted the same illness? It was a smashing time, or shit, I can't remember. Laurel tells me I looked to be having fun, but all I can remember is the leering face of Tim Hopkins wavering in front of me over yet another pint of Beamish 'stout'. Actually it WAS smashing and I met a ton of the best people on earth. You know who you are. My memory of the football has been jogged by this bit of smack posted to Sinister: "The Looper team would have undoubtably won the footie final had they managed a single shot on goal. Big Tam was barely in a condition to stand up, let alone save a shot. The unfortunate though inevitable conclusion is that Looper just weren't good enough to win. Better luck next time lads." Oooo you who don't understand the intricacy of football management. Our strategy was to wait until the danger man in the Scotland top bled himself into unconsciousness. He was losing gallons-- the pitch looked like the set of an Italian slasher flick. Anyhow, we figured that would happen in the first five minutes of extra time, but the frigging ref double-crossed us by deciding on penalties. Good enough to win? You betcha. Last bit. Anyone who saw that "Curse of the Flying Hellfish" episode of the Simpsons will recognize the competition I'm proposing. Whoever is the last living soul to remove the awful orange wrist tape from the Bowlie wins a biscuit-encrusted cardie from Honey's wardrobe. (N.B.: I don't actually have the cardigan in question, but if Honey can't provide one, I will create a facsimile.) As I removed my wrist band at Trouser's pad on Monday, I've already lost, but I am sure that there are people out there aiming for the Grand Saddo Cup: let's hear about it in, let's say, a month. Benjamin +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+