Hello you spunky monkeys Listen, it's my bloody Barfday on Monday, and I'm at my wit's end as to what to do. A Birthday on a Monday, for goodness sake. Any suggestions (owt going on in the stinking metropolis of Manchester, where I live, that I don't know about? Eh? Eh?) lovingly recieved. But bear in mind that I'm quite old now (or will be, come Monday), so none of your jigging about (well maybe just a bit). Now then, some B&S content. I was on the bus the day before yesterday (on my way to swap one of my Chrimble CDs if you must know, but that's of no import now), pretending to read 'Helter Skelter' (about the charming Manson Family) but actually just looking out the window at Manchester's dark Satanic hotels and stuff, and I was sat behind this bird with her Walkman really loud so peole were looking at her with slight malice in their faces, but I don't mind that, I kind of like that 'tsk tsk tsk' noise that you can hear from other people's headphones, it's quite soothing, especially when, as I slowly came to realise, she was listening to TBWTAS. It was Dirty Dream that made me realise. Who was that girl? Was it you? She had short brown hair, and a full length coat with manky old fur round the collar and a rainbow clip in her hair. There's a lot of it about. Joke (honest): Why would Karl Marx only ever drink herbal tea? Because all proper tea is theft. Snigger. T'ra for now chickpeas, Love, Gazzoid 8) +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+