And so, Mandelson had to go. Here we go now, rockin' borders, chasing the velvet ruby across 27 timezones. I've started thinking of myself as "The Boy G". This is Erica's fault. Spent the weekend at my dad's, and did Further Maths coursework for eleven solid hours. In the most disgusting room you can imagine, every surface coated in cigarette ash (and I don't even smoke), food cartons covering the floor. Some degree of yukkiness. Then there was a tube strike this morning. I was going to take a bus into school, but then in the morning I discovered what 36 hours in a smoke-filled room with no fresh air does to one - a great red abomination on my forehead. And, horror of horrors, on my left side too. No, there was no alternative but to stay home, and claim the busses were too crowded to get on. I'd be a good rude boy. Maybe. (weird and contextless memory from last Friday: spitting out the whole rap to Skee Lo's "I Wish" in synchrony with Bomber Jacket Kru member Pierre.). Also, my english teacher wants me to write for a fanzine called "Shoreditch Twat", which is apparently a bitter hate-zine against trendy Hoxton types. No, really. She's set Naomi Klein's "No Logo" - the top anti-brand tract widely linked with the Seattle riots and written in 1998 - as our coursework book, too. The rest of the English teaching department are furious about this, but they know where to stick their John Dunne sonnets, as this is the single best thing ever, I'm thinking. Did manage to grab the Number 31 to Cambden this morning though, and saw inarguably the single most out of order thing ever: in a crowded bus, a young man of about thirty is in a small space near a door. Another man, fiftyish with a grey beard, requests that he "move up a bit" so that he can get through. The young man, thinking he wishes to get off the bus, squeezes up against the other passengers. The oldster simply walks into his space, and stays there for the next three stops. Astonishing. "Clusterfucking" is a great word, isn't it? So expressive, yet so meaningless. Yup. I found my old Sonic the Hedgehog guidebook for Sonic 3, a game I have never completed. The was one tiny bit in Carnival zone, where there was this bit where you had to jump up a down on a platform to make it go up and down and I simply couldn't do it. I must have spent the ten minutes in took to run out of time something like fifteen times on that bit alone. The guide book was quite magnificently unhelpful, although it did inform me that by carnival zone you should have Super Sonic, whereas I never had more than three chaos emeralds. Oh, wait, you don't care? You wish I'd go away? Oh, right. Well, in that case... Enough about me, lets talk about collectible card game, as were popular circa 1997. Anyone still play Netrunner? I always thought it was a very flawed game - the Corp was clearly stronger unless the runner had a Mouse, in which case the runner could really only be defeated by a good Tag 'Em and Bag 'Em deck. Another thought, the Magic: The Gathering Computer game. It was great. But, here is something you may also know, there were two sequels. The last and best was called 'Duels of the Planeswalkers', and at least one person on this list MUST have it, I'm sure. I cannot find it anywhere. I will trade so much, so very very much for a cd copy/original cd of this game. It will be worth your while, if merely helping a fellow sini out is insufficient. The main way I differ from the twee faithful is that I really don't like busses at all. I also suspect I may be getting carpal tunnels. PJ Miller & Duncan said: "Hefner for Agriculture and Fisheries Ministery - it's cool for cats!" but this is madness. Hefner, you will remember, Love The Cities. How about the ministery of the Interior? Roxanne Shante, Mister so-called PJ, is the obvious choice for Agriculture and Fisheries. So there. What's that brittle cracking sound? Greg. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+