I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that it is a great relief to see that Yul Brynner has finally unhanded Ooon's computer. That was a very nice message, Oooon, and I'm certainly proud to be one of your regrets. Chris, I hope your record shop included sites of historical interest, where there used to be record shops before they closed down. The legendary Rebel Records springs to mind. Named after the dog from "Champion the Wonder Horse", its greatest hour was an instore signing session from list flavours of the moment, Mudhoney. They were very nice chaps, so I can't say anything bad about them, even if they are a bit crap. I do like shouting though. I'm lucky enough to own a "raw mixes" CD of The Stooges. It sounds like shit. Yeh! Keith, how can you say you don't dig shouting when you are the world's leading authority (well, second leading authority) on 70s W!H!O! Mister Daltrey's plaintive WAIL is one of the shoutiest shouts of all time. Warrander John:
She does another great song called 'We're off and running' and she was responsible for the classic 'The town I live in' which is one of the highlights of British (erm, maybe European?) girl pop in the 60s.
I'm intrigued. I tried to get "White Horses" from my sister-in-law, Lizzie Dripping, painstakingly negotiating the handing over of her entire record collection. In time added on for injuries she suddenly decided she didn't want to give Jackie away, leaving me with a cupboardful of bollocks, including "Russians" by Sting. Doh! Fluffy wote: Ah, but Princess Honey Mitchell is away on sabbatical somewhere in Bitter Orange tea land, dreaming of flower fairies and being fed grapes... Paul must be due to come back soon. How about we organise a surprise party? Here's the plan: Between now and Paul's return, no one sends in any messages at all, thus giving the impression of all the lights being turned out. Each of us chooses a suitable hiding place. I'll jump behind the settee with a handful of beautiful young ladies, Tall Git could put a lampshade on his head and stand stock still, and Trousers could sit on the mantelpiece pretending to be a wise old owl figurinette from the seventeenth century. Had owls been invented by then? Whatever. Fluffy could take the tummy out of the telly and climb inside and pretend that they're showing "Heavenly Creatures". Tim could be Kate Winslett. Anyway, when HoneyPaul and HoneyLinda walk in after a long and tiring journey, we could all simulate jumping out and shouting "SURPRISE!" by suddenly bombarding the list with endless reams of pointless drivel. Like this. All those in favour, say "aye". Susannah, I know most of the boys on this list are turned on by waiflike wispy willowy women, but some of us really go for big fat tunky pig women, so tuck in and chow down, and put that watercress where it belongs - right up your bum! Bobby Chariot PS: My money is on a Turkish cleansweep in the European club competitons this year. Mark my words... +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+