Now, I ain't no poster, Charley... but, for once, I figure I should shuffle out of the shadows and say something after yesterday's splendid chip'n'dipfest atop Primrose. There's little I can add on the highlights front after John and Trousers' posts, save to blow my own flugelhorn a little and mention the gallant second place achieved by The Vaselines (my boys, my boys) in the shambles of a round-robin football thing. We *did* score the most goals... ok, ok, so the Golden Boot went to a pre-pubescent ringer of a winger in a Nike top but everyone's playing imports thesedays, so what the hell... Of course, there's no substitute for experience, and Trousers seemed to be possessed by the spirit of Pat Nevin... And the spectacle of an orange-haired Scandanavian displaying the sort of frisbee-wielding skills that would have won him a spot on World of Sport not so long ago (had the racing from Uttoxeter been washed out or something) was precisely the sort of thing I moved to London for. 'Steady', eh ? I've been called worse... there's a list around here somewhere.... Mike xx. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------