Sinister: Welcome Home Mr Duke, Welcome Home

[Warrander John - FML]

Ahhh, Mr Duke returneth like the messiah and speaketh
the following words:

>oh well. It's lovely to be back, but don't expect it to last long,
>especially if you're not going to instantly vote me number one
>in the list crush stakes. 

Fucking Hell!!! He's real. Mr Duke is real. I'm very, very happy
that you've returned Mr Duke. You haven't been around since I
joined Sinister and I thought you were maybe just some made-up
focus for all the wonderfully inane banter that goes on round
these parts. You're my hero Mr Duke. So, can I come and visit
you? Can I stay at your house? Will you introduce me to some
of the nice girl pupils? I'll tell you what everyone's been saying
about you. I'm a right sneaky little sod. And I love you Mr Duke.
You can have my list crush any day of the week. 

Then there was another fine prediction from Mystic MIller:

>Right, I'm off to watch the football, it should be quite exciting
>tonight.

And bloody hell, it was exciting. We had to set up segregation
in our living room. We were all going to pile round Tag's house
and give him a kicking if it ended up a draw, but then we didn't
want to go out in the rain. Just as well. Reading his message from
last night I suspect the little fella was in a foul mood. He'd have
probably used karate on us. Anyway to brighten up the list I
suggest Mr Tag tells us some interesting historical railway facts.
I'll start though.

Mr Charles Dickens survived a fatal rail collision five years to the
day before he died. Imagine the consequences for English
literature had he been killed??? Spooky, huh? Well not really.
As far as I can tell he wrote fuck all of consequence in the last five
years of his life. But see, I knew nothing about this pillar of English
literature a few days ago. Now I've expanded my knowledge. This
is what's known as "bettering yourself" and I hope we're all agreed
that this is a good thing.

Er, is that another nail in the coffin of Sinister? Sorry folks. The
NME Rock 'n' Roll Years book's got some interesting facts in it
though. Like one about Mr Keith Moon who used to dress up as
policeman before Who shows and search the audience for drugs.
Presumably he "confiscated" any he found, but this was only implied.
That was really for the benefit of Watson and Miller but I suspect
they knew this fact already.

Oh, and having spent the first eighteen years of my life in a council
house on one of these so called "rough" estates, I'd just like to say
they're brilliant. When I was very small (about Tag size) me and my
other little friends used to envy the people who got to live in the
tower
blocks. Dreamy forgotten days when throwing a milk crate full of
empty bottles from the fourteenth floor was the most excitement
anyone could have anywhere in the whole world ever.

And that'll do from me.
Farewell,
Love...John
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