[EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: we're on holiday, be good] Shouting across the offices of Miss Print Inc. this morning, Miss Print (fragrant as ever, stockings and mascara only a little run from the weekend's adventures) informed her staff that a total of 40 people on Sinister currently live in the domain ".fr", and that a total of 255 ".fr" addresses have graduated from the nursery since records began. Being a wise old bat, she pointed out that of course this is merely the tip of the iceberg where the Frenchness of Sinister is concerned, as many french sinistereens will be safely ensconced in .com's, .org's, .etc. She suggested that a mail to Sinister asking if any of the 40+ live near Saumur might just elicit a response. If anyone "fancies a pint", as Keith would say, between the 25th of August and the 3rd September near Saumur, please do get in touch in the next day or so, because we're going on hols there. Although I'd rather hope it would involve less pints and more lazy glasses of wine in pavement cafes, slingbacks idly dangling from one's toe, heart fluttering as one watches Johnny Depp in an outrageously striped t-shirt playing boules with the equally gorgeous Juliette Binoche in that film about chocolate. Well that's what it said in the brochure. If you email after Friday, include a mobile phone number I can send a text message to in the first 160 characters of your email and I might still see it, through the power of telepathy and mobile phones. This of course means I'll be away for the SINISTER FOURTH BIRTHDAY on August 27th, so I'd urge you all to treat the event with the gravity it deserves when the 27th comes around, and air kiss each other for me. "Oui Madame, les culottes roses..." For the small proportion of the rest of you *not* living near Saumur (and if you don't why don't you!), this is to say that the list will be free-wheeling for a couple of weeks, and it is therefore YOUR responsibility to BE GOOD! If I come back and find you all crying with scratch marks on your arms, stains on the carpet, broken toys in the kitchen and plasticine all over my best sofa, I will HAVE WORDS! All I can do is urge you all to think before you post, don't start telling each other what to post, and stop impersonating Tony Doogan(*). You'll have to be patient if you can't unsubscribe, or the archive breaks, or indeed the whole thing falls in a heap, but it'll just make you ridiculously grateful when I come back won't it? As I keep telling them all at work, to dubious blank stares back. PF: Cookie spun some Mr Cole at the weekend and SANG ALONG. (*) If you get a mail from MrRipley@ihavepms.com, it isn't Tony Doogan. Please discard. Tony is neither 23 nor works for Jeepster, so if you're thinking of impersonating him to promote your band, please do a bit more research first. Tony is a nice person who some of us know from the chatroom. You are neither. It's not nice to impersonate others and your sins will find you out. On the subject of the archives, I'm still waiting for more space to restore all four years' posts, the photos etc. It's coming, I promise. Before I go, some *weekend news*. If you go to http://www.missprint.org/sinister/sillustrations/No003.html you will see a surprisingly accurate artist's impression of absent listee "Keith" by present listee Pookie. Remarkable then that these two listees, who come from before the Jurassic Period of Sinister when we hadn't even passed our first birthday, actually met this weekend. Pookie was celebrating her 19th birthday, and Keith his 115th. Girl atomz whizzed around, thumbs were raised in the traditional greeting of "Cool! Sorted!", relative finger lengths were measured and heterosexuality scales weighed. As Carey pointed out, unlike most of us Keith came out as very very heterosexual, as Aunt Sadie knew all along: "<auntsadie> keith has a gay-o-meter reading of -12, pathologically attracted to the opposite sex". A good time was had by all, I hope. Oh and I was complimented on the quality of my Sea Breezes by someone with a PhD in Vodka Studies. Only those few who have been on the list more than three years and/or have been in the chatroom will be remotely interested in this paragraph. <FILM SPOILER ALERT> Anyway, in the course of the weekend's events in Edinburgh, we went to see the UK premiere of Storytelling, you know, the film with the B&S soundtrack, which turned out to consist of 20 seconds of The State I Am In as a prelude to a boy-on-boy blowjob (blush), 20 seconds of instrumental while running up stairs, and a rather nice song sung by Sarah(?) as the credits rolled. Oh and some plot and stuff, the kind that makes the audience laugh in an uncertain way then WHACKS them on the head with a magazine by flinging in a poignant bit to make them feel guilty and stupid. Apparently 2/3rds of the original film seems to have ended up on the cutting room floor, including most of the songs, and the remainder is, to this viewer's eyes, of limited appeal. Scooby's flares were however magnificient. Be GOOD, Honey xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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