Greetings, sinister people. It's dark and cold; the weather is drawing in. I'm supposed to be working, but because I'm a damn lazy bugger I've been completely ignoring all of my impending deadlines in favour of long walks and afternoon naps. Yesterday, I went for a long, long walk looking for mysterious holes and underground places. In a back alleyway, I found a dark shaft coming up from a tunnel under the city; the sound of trains rushing underneath. I kept on walking, round through the suburbs along cuttings and embankments, whistling Judy And The Dream of Horses as I went. I was still whistling -- quietly, in an i-can't-whistle sort of way -- at work this morning. Hopefully, the people around me will have been subliminally affected by beautiful melodies. I did see a disused tunnel mouth whose barriers had been broken down, and I was tempted to walk inside. Not being brave enough, I stood by the entrance and admired the quality of the stonework. God, I need *daring*! Talking on #sinister the other day, I happened to mention that I would prefer a computer as seen in many, many 60s movies, with lots of flashing lights and stuff; and got called a boy racer for my troubles. I would like to explain that this isn't what I want at all. I want a *huge* computer in a room of its own, manned by a team of operators with NHS glasses and 1950s suits under their white lab coats. Every day I would walk in, and they would pass me the day's Sinister mail printed out on green-striped paper. Instead of a monitor, it would have an *enormous* operator's console with hundreds of lights and toggle switches. Such a computer would normally live in a missile-command centre, in a bunker deep beneath American mountains; but I would keep it all to myself. Aren't I greedy. I was terribly disappointed when I first started using #sinister -- everyone there (except the List Mummy, of course) is an Absolute Tart! I am now trying to increase my own tartiness in order to fit in more. I shall have to buy a miniskirt and knee-high boots -- although I don't think they'd go with my beard. I did think of hundreds of other things to say, but they have all slipped my mind right now. Instead, I shall just have to go away and try to improve myself. Taraa. -- Will "gneiss" Salt ICQ 66321009 +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+