Aiight, homies. In the style of Dr Pants: BELLE AND SEBASTIAN Don't think I've ever mentioned them much before, but Robin Stout's talk of TV's obsession with sex and violence made me think. I reckon part of what I like about B&S is the... umm... innocence of the songs. It feels like some respite from the world of sex and violence flung at us from most other forms of media. I mean.... I imagine Struan's idea of 'a dirty weekend' in Seeing Other People involves going rock climbing and getting your cuffs a little muddy. I can see how this little world could be a little cloying for some, like Mr Hefner, but maybe he just isn't as naive as me. Of course, I do swear like a navvy, but hey... I'm a victim too. Can anyone tell me what a navvy is? The latest outlet for my swearing is: THE ALL NEW TERRY AND JUNE SHOW I've decided to cash in on the fact that alternative comedy means cussing a lot by writing an updated version of Terry and June for Channel 4 or another miscellaneous fringe channel. Current episodes in the pipeline are Terry Suffers From Tourette's Syndrome, June's Herpes, Terry's Warts and June Comes Out. The last one features a top notch lesbian lovefest as the show's climax. So to speak. I feel a winner coming on.... June Whitfield hasn't been returning my calls, but Terry came on board after I agreed to pay him a tenner and a pack of fags per episode. THE POETRY PARROT As you will have gleaned by now, I am not the most literate gentleman in our illustrious clan. Therefore, I accepted the help of one Amanda Bergman in providing you with your parroty poem. Props to Genevieve's washing line for sending the fellow my way: Destroying Beauty a rose red sunlight: I take it apart in the garage like a puzzle: the petals are as greasy as old bacon and fall like the maidens of the world backs to floor and I look up at the old calendar hung from a nail and touch my wrinkled face and smile because the secret is beyond me. That was written by the late, alcoholic and antisocial Mr Charles Bukowski. On which subject, may I quote Megan's Sinister Manifesto: "proclaiming joss as the mighty king of the party to which there is no end." Ooo. I've never been called mighty before. Unfortunately, the party I dragged some sinisters to recently was far from mighty, so they might just disagree with you there, Megan. Charmed, though. Lucky charms to Birthday Tim (your Zappa LP is in the post, hippyboy), moving EA & John and Emma WarranderJohn. COWS Throw some cows for me. http://www.mediafarm.no/forsoksgard/kukaster.asp love yerpointlessunclejoss xx PS. I now command the parrot to poo upon.... Ms Giita. Yes yes, I know.... +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+