Here it is...the amazing Spaceboy Confectionary Dream Lyric Theory. These ARE the actual lyrics...none of that dribble you pesky kids have been posting this last week or so. The truth is out...(well, it's out there somewhere)..Stuart David is a chocolate pigging get. NB. I've only got a fifteenth generation TAPE copy of TITWOBBLES so I cannot take any responsibility for errors in spelling, punctuation or downright lies. All I need now is for you kids to let me know why big Stu D isn't a right hefty fat bastard 'n all that. Answers to Gus Honeybun on the back of a Manchester Utd BT Phonecard to the usual address. SPACEBOY DREAM. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I dreamt I had to get a MARS I'm always MILKY BAR KIDDING on about getting a MARS or MILKY WAY But faced with the reality of it in my dream I wanted TERRY'S ALL GOLD And I wasn't going to like a MINI-TWIX There was three of us going (TRIO??) and we couldn't all go in the same ship We had a go at a TIMEOUT with a MILKY WAY between us I had a ROLO first, and it was the thought of passing through all that black space, All the darkness with caramel in it - and then being the first one to land there, all alone I knew it was supposed to be all dark around with just a red surface (Turkish Delight ?) But what if I got there and it was LITE...all KINDER SURPRISE and populated and stuff So I ate a flan. The other 2 ASTROnaughts were to be my dad and my sister And my dad would come first after me and so I decided when I landed that I would just stay in and eat until he got there And then we could both get out together and have a look for a BOUNTY and see what sort of things they were And when I woke up and I was lying on my back in the darkness I thought I had landed and I just lay still for a while eating till my dad got there with some more grub. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So there you have it...not conclusive I'll admit, but it's there...you listen, and if you put your ear up to the speaker on the bits where it goes quiet, you can hear the song from those classic Finger of Fudge adverts of the seventies and eighties. Ronan on delivering the Monday poem wrote :

eJ8+IhoJAQaQCAAEAAAAAAABAAEAAQeQBgAIAAAA5AQAAAAAAADoAAEIgAcAGAAA AElQTS5NaWNyb3NvZnQgTWFpbC5Ob3RlADEIAQ2ABAACAAAAAgACAAEEgAEAFwAA AE1vbmRheSBQb2VtIG9uIFR1ZXNkYXkAFQgBBYADAA4AAADOBwkAFgAKAAwAGAAC ACQBASCAAwAOAAAAzgcJABYACgAJABsAAgAkAQEJgAEAIQAAADQxNjExQTdCRjM1 MUQyMTFCQzdDMDA2MEIwNjg2ODc5APEGAQSQBgBoAQAAAQAAABAAAAADAAAwAw AAAAsADw4AAAAAAgH/DwEAAABEAAAAAAAAAABglGRgQbgBCAArK4opAADLnCEAZAA AC8AFQAAABQAJ3NpbmlzdGVyJwBzaW5pc3RlckBwaC5lZC5hYy51awAeAAIwAQAA

Is it me or is Simon Armitage just taking the piss these days...this is NOT poetry. Later Playmates Adrian...BORED. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+