Goodness me. I've just found out that Posh Spice and Kylie and Dido and Nelly Whatshername who sang that song about the bird and Coldplay and some others will be coming to Leicester to mime to their new singles in a big park. And for free! It makes me feel right lucky, and if anyone fancies popping along for a corporate popfest, let me know, and we can have a beer together. It's Radio One's One Big Sunday on 2 September, which is, oddly enough, a Sunday. I have an interview on Thursday for a job as a high-powered and influential part time library assistant. I am currently working on my Librarian Chic (TM) with the help of the fashion gurus in #sinister. SO far, I've established that I need: pleated skirt, specs, hair in a bun, pursed lips and a hankie tucked up my sleeve for constant sniffles. So far I have: sniffles. I have been pootling about in the archives today, and found reference to The Poetry Parrot. Ken Chu sent me the parrot a while ago, and I did not understand it's significance, but now I do. So I offer you this: PRAYER Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift. Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth enters our hearts, that small familiar pain; then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth in the distant Latin chanting of a train. Pray for us now. Grade I piano scales console the lodger looking out across a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls a child's name as though they names their loss. Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer - Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre. That's by Carol Ann Duffy and it makes my breathing a little easier when I get a panic on. Now, I set the parrot free and send him on his way across a million miles of ocean to Sir David of Stankin Cooter (apologies to slang-sensitive Americans out there). Sir D, the parrot is all yours. Stick him in a pie and eat him for all I care :) Much love, Madeleine xxx Props to Mark Cassarole for being nice about me. Happy Holidays to Mummies Linda and Honey. Oh, and Llovely Llaurrra, who the bleedin' hell in Bob Barker? **Mwah Mwah** _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+