Sunday Morning: Robster sleeps off a large weekend with a head of fun memories. *BZZZZZT* says the intercom. "Hello?" "Po_t_y P_r__t" "I don't any portly pirates. This is Portsmouth not Penzance" "Just let us in you cloth-eared muppet! And get your intercom fixed." Pause for stair climbing which is odd because I thought he could fly. "That's better. Got any crackers? Oooh! Hollyoaks - fantastic! You look knackered by the way." "Yeah. Been up to London - saw B&S at the RAH. They played an absolute blinder but I'm not gonna go into it here since I'll probably write a more detailed review on my website http://nicerspace.tripod.com when I can be arsed to get around to it. There's bound to be loads of reviews on Sinister anyway." "Urgh! You're on that list of saddos? S'pose you all had a bit of a picnic. You do that sort of thing don't you." "Oooh yeah. I saw Struan playing football and everything. I'd better say hiya to everyone like Carsmile, Ken, Ailsa, Honey, Linda, Carey, Vel, Sam, Hannah & loads of others I've forgotten. And I'll send huuuuge thanks and massive props to Starry and Lixi for sofas and Weetabix and to Phin for Saturday's entertainment. Hope he's feeling OK." "Sounds like a bundle of fun. Is that the kettle boiling?" "You character's changed the last post." "That's 'cos you project too much in your writing and then treat it like some big literary joke. Bet you read that Dave Eggers book with a huge grin on your face while he went 'Look at me! I'm so tragic and talented!' for 300 or so pages didn't you?" "Well..." "Thought so. Hurry up with that tea will you. You'll probably want a poem too. Bet it'll be some unreadable beat shite that you liked when you were a student." "Yeah!" "Ginsberg then?" "Cool!" "Wanker." NIGHT GLEAM Over and over thru the dull material world the call is made over and over thru the dull material world I make the call O English folk, in Sussex night, thru black beech tree branches the full moon shone at three AM, I stood in under wear on the lawn- I saw a mustached English man I loved, with athlete's breast and farmer's arms I lay in bed that night many loves beating in mt heart sleepless hearing songs of generations electric returning intelligent memory to my frame, and so went to dwell again in my heart and worship the Lovers there, love's teachers, youths and poets who live forever in the secret heart, in the dark night, in the full moon, year after year over & over thru the dull material world the call is made Allen Ginsberg 1973 Right. I've sent the Parrot packing. He's flying off to... Ken Chu! He needs something to do with his free time. And with that... Robster ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+