...hello, it's Cro-Magnon Chris. Sorry for not being the most communicative of chums recently, but I've been busy stalking Sarah Wheeler. Sarah you look particularly radiant this morning. I'm watching you right now. So, where to start. The incomparably generous Miss Julia bought me the latest Robin Williamson release yesterday out of sweetness, and my large headed idol has not let me down. It's got his lovely wife and young daughter singing on it too, both of whom sport a beard and cravat just like Robin. There's a really good tune on it about his dog who is the finest and fastest greyhound in the world. But one day as the dog ran round and round and round and round and round and round the garden it ran right over a scythe which someone left amongst the long grass and the nettles. The poor dog was split right down the middle, in two halves like a baguette. But Robin thought quickly and sprinkled white vinegar over the two halves of the dog and tied it back together using shreds of a dish towel. The dog was as good as new, apart from one thing. Robin had put the two halves of the dog the wrong way round, so now it could bark at both ends. Top! It's an old song really I think, just given a bit of mystical reworking. put your foot on da muthafuckin brake homeboy. That's for Megan. Oh and look, another competition too, from Mediterranean beauty charlotte hall! It's a bit of a mind number that, like when I think of what came before God. Grr, I want a go on that brain expander from Forbidden Planet, and a Furby for Christmas. It's a truly frosty morning, colder than a witches tit. Somewhere in this city i can imagine our little belle and sebastian chums all huddled up in a bed made for eight. With paddington bear on the bedspread. Who's turn is it to make breakfast for everyone this morning? Well it's Tuesday so it's martin and murdochs turn. But sarah wont get out of the bed cos it's too damn cold, and struan wont because he's got his morning stiffy. So I guess they'll have to stay there all day, or until one of them has to go for a wee-wee. That is if they haven't been wee-weeing in micks trumpet all night. god help me. joey d +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+