I'm checking my mails in a way that I havent done for ages, eyes peeled for news from sinister. Since honey posted this sad news about a missing member, I've suddenly felt connected to these terrible events in london and I guess what hits home is that it could have been any one of us UK listees. We've all travelled the tube, and all been on the bus and as so many have said, it feels like an attack on us all, and thats incredibly difficult to deal with, unbearably so, I imagine, for those close to Liz and our sympathies go out to you all who are directly affected. I've been lurking as usual, waiting for someone to say something to make sense of all this I suppose, and thats probably why I've been checking my mails so keenly, and waiting up for Newsnight, but no one can fix it can they? I guess life goes on, so today, after faffing about at home for a while, I went out to a meeting in a hotel and saw Terry Christian having one (a meeting that is) at the next table. This made me smile. The high point of the entire day (which was otherwise filled with time wasting antics, such as: talking to the pregnant girl at work about all her relatives names, ever, in an attempt to deduce which might make the most suitable third name, and emailing my male boss about his preferred beauty products. This line of conversation was quite fruitful actually, as it turns out he buys all his cosmetics from QVC. What are the chances of that then?! Isn't QVC completely frowned upon as the epitomy of uncool? Seems not, according to him, QVC is where folks too busy to shop shop. You do, in fact learn a great deal from wasting time it seems). Anyhow, my favourite moment of the day was listening to Dirty Dream Number two on my way back to work as I remembered Terry on the Word back in the early 90s... for those too young to remember and I hope thats most of you, Terry was this terrible mancunian host on a teen show in the UK called 'The Word'. It was abysmal, but launched the careers of some semi famous music related folks like... Jo Whiley (she was the music booker I believe) and Mark Lamarr, a well known stand up comedian and radio presenter. Terry's great skill was being completely unaffected by all the nonsense that went on around him, like L7 a rrriot grrrl act showing their fannies, or mark lamarr eating toenails... ah the joys. anyhow. These ramblings surely are too irreverent for such a sad hot night in the UK, so I'll leave this here, but I guess I just wanted to say hey sinister, hope your okay. ruthx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+