1) The Monday Poem is dead, long live The Poetry Parrot! The poem I want to delight you all with is in my old house, and is unlikely to be available before tomorrow, Monday. Therefore I propose a looser arrangement, in keeping with the spirit of Mad Dog Murdoch's early demo recordings. As everyone knows, parrots can squawk at any time, it all depends who pulls their tails and when. This parrot squawks out great long chunks of poetry, almost at random, when its tail is pulled in the proper manner. I shall undertake this implausible act as soon as possible, and I hope it will be worth it. The parrot is also capable of delivering complex biographical material, parrot-fashion. 2) The list might be a nail, but it used to be a drawing pin. Hopefully, after this flurry of enthusiasm (most welcome, of course) it will revert to its old drawing pin self and Basil Brush's frankly ridiculous demands for tighter immigration control can be swept back under the carpet where they belong. 3) After all the attention she's been attracting on this list, I'm not at all surprised that Saint Lucy has been signed up for an advertising campaign in the United States of America. I'm sure the product or service in question will be hugely successful. 4) 810 pounds! Excellent work! I sincerely hope that the patients enjoy listening to it. Hmmm, I hardly think that that poor quality joke can masquerade as a genuine implausible thing, not after Andy's phenomenal work on Friday....the cult-like ludicrousness of the handedness debate arose from my own desire to find out whether the photograph in question had been printed back to front, as sometimes happens, meaning that Mad Dog Murdoch would really be writing with his right hand, and Chris would be making funny "bwww bwww bwww" noises with his lips at the front of the lecture hall. I am convinced that there was no diabolical involvememnt in the staging of this photo, honest. 5) Just when Roddddney's messages about Robbie Williams were becoming a bit of light relief amongst the Adam Cohen messages, he goes and blots his copybook by accusing stickman Paul of plundering his plus signs. I for one find the constant changes in Paul's footers highly entertaining, a kind of barometer of his settee-boundness. Yes, I would like ice in that, please, and a quick flash of lacy cleavage. Birthday celebrations? Some kind of cake would seem to be in order. And some drugs. 6) Yesterday I went out to cheer on the disgraced drug-addled professional cycling troupe as they hurtled pêle mêle through my new home town. Leading the way was a car with a huge inflatable Festina digital watch on top. No wonder suspicions arose. Anyway, it was very good, very colourful and very hot. I have no idea how to make this relevant to Belle and Sebastian. I hope everyone has had a go at Chris Leonard's excellent B&S competition. You can always get a grown up to help if you find the mathematics difficult. Bobby Chariot PS: It's Sunday, what do you expect? +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +---+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+