Ah, sporting prowess. Now that was my bag at school. Loved it. Every frozen, rain-sodden, mud-splattered minute of it. Honest. My two main memories are, and forever will be, the following: a) being about three miles into a cross-country run, covered in all sorts of shit, wet through (having very probably fallen into the canal at least once), and feeling totally, utterly and abjectly pissed off with the whole shebang, when I bumped into a maths teacher who started singing "Smile, though your heart is breaking". Unfortunately I didn't at that point have the energy to kick him repeatedly in the head. b) being told in my first ever rugby game to "go and mind the goals" for a conversion attempt. I duly went, stood there, and performed a quite incredible diving save to tip it over the bar. Needless to say, I got seven shades of shit kicked out of me. I learnt the rules pretty quickly after that. No, sport was never my thing either. Although I can't actually remember being picked last for anything. I always tended to be in the group marked "distinctly mediocre". B&S content? Yes, I have some, for once. My current prospective relationship hangs on whether the girl in question likes Photo Jenny. Oh, erm, and the other seventeen songs I put on the compilation for her. But mainly Photo Jenny, since I made it the title track. Well, she's called Jen, and......oh. You don't actually want to know. Fair enough, I suppose. But it *was* B&S content, so I thought I'd include it. I'll let you know if she's a convert. Well, that's about it. Back once again with the ill behaviour with the ill behaviour with the ill behaviour with the ill behaviour with the ill behaviour with the urrrrr eeeeee urrrrr oooooooh*, lol p xx. * Sorry. I just thought I'd continue my current trend of signing off with bits from crap dance tracks. I won't do it again. -- -----------------------------*||*-------------------------------- Ode from London, SE8 "In the midst of life, we are in Deptford." - Martin Newell, Poet. Pete Ramsdale - Unix Systems Administration, Warburg Dillon Read Phone: 0171 568 3836 -----------------------------*||*-------------------------------- This message contains confidential information and is intended only for the individual named. If you are not the named addressee you should not disseminate, distribute or copy this e-mail. Please notify the sender immediately by e-mail if you have received this e-mail by mistake and delete this e-mail from your system. E-mail transmission cannot be guaranteed to be secure or error-free as information could be intercepted, corrupted, lost, destroyed, arrive late or incomplete, or contain viruses. The sender therefore does not accept liability for any errors or omissions in the contents of this message which arise as a result of e-mail transmission. If verification is required please request a hard-copy version. This message is provided for informational purposes and should not be construed as a solicitation or offer to buy or sell any securities or related financial instruments. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@missprint.org". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@missprint.org". WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+