hello, my little shivvers of gorgeousness, i swear you look different every time i see you. i do wish you'd wear a proper skirt, though. you'd look so PRETTY in a dress. like a real girl. anyway...err...what was i going to say... oh yeh, that was it. on SATURDAY, there will be some TIGERMILKING in LONDON, above the betsy trotwood pub at some point. perhaps you already know this, because someone has mentioned it on the list. i know it from somewhere, but it might not be from here. my brain isn't what it could be lately...if nobody has posted details, i'm sure someone will soon anyway, there's MORE to saturday than just the expression of udder-related fluid from those of a large feline persuasion.. because, on saturday, a certain purple trousered sinisterine will be celebrating rather a special birthday. i'll give you a clue: its jim taylor (was that clue too subtle, do you think, jim??) and its one of THOSE birthdays. but i'll say no more, incase he's feeling coy. surely that's worth making a special trip to the south/north/east/west (delete as appropriate, depending on where you live) for, isn't it? does anybody fancy pre-tigermilking shennanigans? apparently, some people will be watching football, but it'd be nice to meet someone who wasn't, too. god, i haven't seen you lot in SO LONG. okay, i was going to try and write witty things, but i'm not up to it tonight.. so i'll just close with a few random things. hannah...onion songs - how on earth could you forget 'the world is just a great big onion' by marvin gaye and tammi terrell (quite possibly misspelled)? its a CLASSIC OF OUR TIMES...even if it is confusing.. having established that the world is an onion, marvin and tammi then go on to contemplate appropriate ways of solving the problem..one of which is 'get rid of the great big onion', by planting 'loves seeds until it dies'. now there's a problem there...if the world is an onion, and you get rid of the onion, you're in a bit of a quandry, aren't you? unless you happen to own a spacecraft. there's another bit of the song which tells you to 'knock on every door, tell them love is the answer'. having tried this, i don't recommend it. at least, not in wolverhampton. especially not in certain parts, where its known as 'soliciting'. anyway, i'm going off the subject. now, does anyone know of a song with 'parsnip' in it? that would be REALLY impressive. people have been talking about the new album, and its acronym. various permutations on the letters DCW have been suggested. laura has complained there isn't enough wanking. well, hell, when have we ever be bound by convention? let's just call the album 'jismstain' (capitalise if you wish) and be done with it, shall we? thus satisfying laura llew, and ending the whole controversy. kieran devaney wrote a post mentioning more areas of birmingham than i've EVER managed. i'm not even going to try and compete: selly oak, balsall heath, moseley, bordesley green, winson green, green green green, northfield, harborne, bearwood.. okay, yes i am. but maybe not on this list, cos you'll get angry. speaking of which, though... how come sinister has a york 'our cathedral is not as nice as lincoln cathedral' massive and not a birmingham one? its a poor show, kiddliwinks. even a west midlands one would do. me, robin stout, and some geezer that's defected to sheffield aren't a massive in ourselves, yknow.. i want to be able to write things like SHOUT OUT TO MA WEST MIDLANDS POSSE at the end of posts and not just be talking about my cats. this has possibly been my most random sinister post ever. if it gets one reply, that'll be more than the average of late.. i wanted to talk to you about the feeling of losing a band, because you've talked about that, and its how i feel... or, not so much the feeling of losing a band, but the feeling of losing something unique and special of which you were a part. not so much the band, as what they symbolised to us, once upon a time. but they didn't form to be symbolic, they formed to make nice music, and perhaps to be successful. looks like they're managing the second, at least. this weekend, i would like to see you discussing: bananas, and amusing things we've done with them the joys of talking to cats moments of inner quietness, when you realise you're connected to something bigger than the everyday swirl around you. and wind-up nuns. but i'm sure i won't. look after each other. or, at least, look after yourselves. 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