Oh, Caitlin out did me on the deer spotting train journey, whilst I only saw one standing in the wasteland outside Reading station she was blessed with a whole family. I don't think anyone else saw mine, I audibly gasped but managed to refrain from pipping"oohhh, look deer!" to the podgy commuter tapping away on his laptop opposite me. Any long haul train journey passing through a substantial length of countryside during daylight hours provides a prime opportunity for a game of 'Rabbit cricket'. Every rabbit spotted en route counts as a run, each station stop is a wicket and the entire one-way journey makes up the innings. My advice is to allocate your preferred team the journey occurring early dawn or late dusk as those are good rabbit spotting times. I spent the majority of my waking hours this weekend on a train/waiting for a train/worrying about absence of train. Stepped off one at 9pm Sunday night to the announcement "This is Havant, you're in the middle of f*cking nowhere", or maybe it was just "change here for Guildford" I can't be sure. (apologies to any Sinisterees living in Havant, it's probably very nice when one's not cold, disorientated & hungry). Earlier I'd sat for an hour at Arundel station in the drizzle talking to a retired jockey on his way from the stables to an empty house in Bognor. I gathered the most important thing in his life was a horse by the name of Smarty (and it was one!). I got blue at that point and haven't been able to shake it off since. Sarah Beckett wrote: 'I've been a serial lurker for quite some time now and, like 'strange boy on swing' in the endearing 'prospero's books', I am no longer content to occasionally piddle into the great sinister swimming pool. I want to dive right in.' Hi Sarah! Another Peter Greenway fan, hurrah! Don't s'pose if any of you lot remember but in my first post I resolved to be more like the skipping girl off 'drowning by numbers'. I've been to one sinister picnic/party and planning to go to others, what I really need now is my own Smut to be condescending to- self inflicted circumcision doesn't have to be on the criteria. Well, without further ado here's my list of stars: Kochab Polaris Eltanin Thuban Enif Bellatrix Vulpecula (little fox) Izar Peacock (that's right, peacock!) Caph A nice little pick 'n' mix of stars, no? I recite it on my bi-daily trudge over the Thames when TomPaulin gets drowned out by the wind & traffic. bye now Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+