Hello, ...and goodbye. I am leaving you for a couple of weeks to go up North (please note the absence of a "y" in that last word). I'm going to Iceland. And I am looking forward to it with intense intensity. We're going to look at volcanos. Hopefully one will erupt on an uninhabited island off the coast rathen than directly under my feet. Are volcanos sexy, or am I a pervert? I'm going pony riding (yes, I am a pervert), I've decided. Icelandic ponies have an extra type of movement you know, other than walk, trot, run, canter and gallop. I'm a mind of information. I'm looking forward to meeting lots of you (again) in a couple of weeks time. I couldn't decide which shows to leave out so I thought "Bollocks, I'll go to all of them". I'm not ashamed to say that I am very excited. It looks like a good time to depart as the conversation drifts to lists of list songs. "John Ketley is a weatherman". Dear God - have we really sunk this low? Nice to see the Duke of Hazzingay casually mentioning a St Etienne song you can't bloody get anywhere. What would Rosco P!O!P! Coltrane say about that, eh? The only list song worth mentioning is the strident anthem for the People's Republic of Sinister, which I will write in my mind, as I gaze wistfully towards Canada. Do you know there's somewhere in Baffin Island which translates from Inuit as "The place where two men kissed for no reason and the caribou ran away"? Now I shall love you and leave you. Robert Jamesson xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +---+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+