Listers, Well, I trust you had yourselves a merry little Christmas, and that Santa emptied his sack and filled your stockings. And that you didn't turn up riotously drunk at someone else's flat at Hogmanay and force people to listen to David Bowie "making a funny noise", then hurl abuse at the List President down the phone. Now I come to think about it, someone on this list did exactly that. I'll mention no names, certainly if I was to say "Chris" and "Leonard", I'd already have said too much. I haven't made any new year's resolutions because I'm perfect. Why do I have to work today? It's crap. Wumpkinny is poorly sick at home and I really should be demonstarting my bedside manner. Still, the two of us have had a smashing time, she got to meet her in-laws, my mother accused us of laughing at someone's "nether regions" and then rambled incoherently at the dog. We also had a stream of Sinister visitors - not just fellow Chorlton residents JJJ, Princess Rachel and Warrander John (who makes a fine cheesecake), but also Andrew Dean and Beth (formerly of this parish), which was nice. And we went to the Po Caf shindig, where Trousers roasted his chestnuts on an open fire, Tim H!O!P!kins announced that he was a "chocolate consultant", whatever that means, and I met Vicki and Funkiseb and Kevan for the first time. Northy didn't show up, perhaps he's been reading the archives. I notice that Trousers has been slow to blow his own trumpet (though Christ knows he's tried, he says it's the extra rib that gets in the way), and plug the Sinisterzine which was available that night. It's called "Papercuts" and various listees write stuff in it, so I think you should inundate Trews with requests for it. It's got Belle and Sebastian in it, sort of, if that helps. And Keith writes about how Television make him think of summer days and bicycle rides with girls in flowery dresses. Or words to that effect. We went to Loch Lomond on New Year's day and then went back to Glasgow cos it was cold and I had a headache....I read some of the Duke's book. It's got big words in it, but I think the butler did it....Mrs Murdoch, you are my list crush....Does Sarah Martin know, I wonder, that she was only thirty seconds away from seeing me naked? But that's another story. I think that just about covers everything. Love tag xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+