Things have happened overnight in person which, for reasons bordering upon discretion, I shall not divulge but rather I'll focus on two people, and all of you. One is a gentleman of my own age; the other is a police sergeant. You all know or, are finding who you are. The former bears the character of an aristocrat. He is effusive and witty; a little philosophy; strong and companionable and responds to requests for his roll-up cigarettes, but only if the conversation allows it, and is lively to the concept of debate. We sit by the riverside: me smoking his roll-ups by the minute and talking endlessly as he smiles and works up towards another expostulation. He is scared of his mother. This said to you, not in order to describe his haranguing on subjects such as moral philosophy but in the jist of his emotional provenance. It is approaching 3am. The other man; the police man is more irritated by the disruption to his routine and the responsible young men who felt it was worthy of their sense of duty to call upon his services, as I drove, loosing a hub-cap, up the road. We proceed from the portable breathalyser to the clunky one in the interview room alongside his femail compadre who says 'the debate stops here' in the van in which I'm being taken into Stirling. The sergeant says I'm the most polite man he's ever arrested under these circumstances. Rather than be pedantic I smile (although he cannot see this) and remain silent. I considered Utilitarianism and the Law and decided that, in this instance, my guilt should be clearly expressed. The sergeant has a respectable demeanour verging upon the pleasant and, his compadre returns into this lemon-sickness coloured room with the clunky breathalyser with its widely ranging results saying 'have you been chatting' to the sergeant. We're waiting. We're all waiting, and to expand upon a trivial story of some slight degree of moral complexity: things come and go. More importantly in life's rich tapestry: they pass; weave, bind and stitch together. Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+