I've been away again. But not for quite as long. I'm sure you're glad. Hey! Sinister! You're my best mate.. (sob). While I was away, England put a lucky five past the worst German team in history, and the Flying Dutchman Richard Gillanders posted. Crikey, that boy uses more sentences than I. Do. Wow. He deserves a tape for that. Picnic photos. Some points: Carsmile: Stop looking silly. It suits you far too much. Cazza: Move! I wanna see that dress! Wowser! Kenneth looks startlingly like Keith watson. I was startled. Fair dos though, I mean, we'd all like to, wouldn't we girls? CONVERSATION FEAR The other night, I went to a 'party'. I say it like this only because, at a party you are supposed to meet new and interesting people. Or at least new people. Aren't you? I didn't meet any new people, but I found all of them interesting. We listened to Tigermilk. My goodness, it's a good album, isn't it? I wouldn't have chosen to listen to it at all, only it happened to be lying on top of the stereo at the time. I thought "this feels like 1996", or at least how I imagine 1996 to have felt. For all the romance that surrounds that year, I didn't go to parties and I didn't listen to Belle and Sebastian records. In fact I didn't do very much, except watch Scotland outplay England for a whole half. During the week I bought some records, which I'm very pleased with. There were some albums, which were very reasonable, and two singles, which were: 'Cattle And Cane/Heaven says' - The Go-Betweens. G McLennan, 1983. 'How Will I Know/Someone For Me' - Whitney Houston. G Merrill, S Rubicam, NM Walden/R Jones, F washington, 1985. Which both excite me like nothing else, which is why music is my favourite art. You can only dance to one of them though. These are only two of the great single of the eighties. Some day Steady Mike might tell us what the others are, but he'll probably wait until we're all dead before he reveals his secret notebooks. When Mr and Mrs SM go 'home', does Berry cross the Mersey? Here's The PF89:

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My girlfriend told me to write this. She also told me to write that she told me to write this.

She told me that you were not into vegetables. But she didn't tell me to write it.

She's right. When she sprung a leek on me I almost carrotted her.

No. But I know your address. I also know an REM song that says 'Here's my new address'. Is it 'Letter Never Sent'? I like that bridge.

You're right, it is. I just listened to it. Is it better than the bridge over the river Kwai though? How about the bridge over troubled water? Or even, to be parochial for just a second, the bridge over the Clyde? How did The Care Bear describe it? I wish I could remember. Oh wait, I don't need to: "..a big slithering brawny dark churning intimidating bottomless beautiful thing" Braw. The girl has a way with words. Usually she just spits them at me though.

We should talk more about old, good REM songs. Like 'Little America' or - darn it, I cannot remember the name of the one I want to mention. Something about a canyon?

You've lost me on that one, I'm afraid. But yes, 'Little America' is good; the double reference in THAT line, whatever else that might go along with it: let's talk about, oh, the end of 'So. Central Rain', or the extra guitar part in the final verse of 'Harborcoat', or the beginning of 'Carnival Of Sorts', the way those four breathless souls all rush in at once, with the coolness of touch and the confidence of youth, like that photo of Mills on the back of the second album. This is a good subject, I think. And I haven't even talked about the first album yet.

I think I started to think your mail was a bit spoky

I think I see what you mean. It went in lots of different directions? It kept spinning on? Undoubtably, this is one of your better verbs. I don't think I've enjoyed a David Moore post as much for a while. That sentence may be badly constructed. Anyway, his last one was vee gee, as Mr Murdoch is fond of saying. For him, a definition. David, not Stuart, of course. Clatty: Adj. Dirty, smelly, or generally unpleasant in the area of hygiene. The Canadian's post was also nice. I look forward to the return of her fuzzy trousers and poor organisational skills. Top lass. I just realised what day it is. And it almost floored me. I'm stunned. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+