And a big hello to all you truckers. Erm, first of all, I really hate doing this and it's probably not my place to do so but I get the feeling some people need to be reminded to go back and read everything Honey said a couple of weeks ago in his massiiive mail to Sinister, as it seems that there are still a few pointless one or two line mails clogging up the list. I know no-one does it intentionally but it's really not fair on Paul, he has tried to be nice about it and he does work hard enough as it is. Unlike me, who does bugger all. Really sorry about that, probably a bit hypocritical given the quality of my mails. Especially this one as you'll see. Anyway, on to jollier things... Jollier things being the quite hilarious fireworks display on Glasgow Green. A big giant luminous head was the undoubted star of the show, it's mouth opening and closing in time with the bizarre rap which was blaring from the loud speakers: "Time to dance to this rhythm of mine, time to get down with Father Time". Lovely. Scaring waitresses in Pizza restaurants by being hideously drunk is also a fun pastime, if anyone wants to try it. Saturday was The Chemistry Experiment. Umm, the less said about that the better, probably. The drummer was so drunk they almost didn't let him in the building. They shouldn't have. Sorry guys. I was, however, most impressed with My Legendary Girlfriend, even if others were making unfavourable comparisons to Depeche Mode. Sunday was Socialism 2000, where we were encouraged by the Scottish Socialist Party to fight the good fight against EVIL CAPITALISM. However it all becomes a bit of a joke when they end letters with "yours in solidarity", and just gets me thinking of Life of Brian. Not that I gave a tosh about any of that, I just wanted to see Struan make a fool of himself on stage, and he duly obliged, sort of. I thought he was going to have to sit down and take a Prozac at one point, but he soldiered on and things improved when he could sit down and take questions, then wave the microphone on to Francis MacDonald (Shoeshine Records) and Douglas MacIntyre (Creeping Bent), who were slightly more eloquent and confident in their roles. Lots of people stood up saying things like "Morag McHaggis, Pollockshields Scottish Socialist Party" then ranted on for hours about lack of funding for schools, community centres etc, after which Stuart would wave the mic away, Francis would say something apologetic and Douglas would make a witty comment. All of which added up to very little, but at least they tried. And at least I was there because I was interested in what they had to say, not because I fancy the pants off Stuart Murdoch. Yes, I mean you. And you. Hmm, I seem to be in a bit of a funny mood. It's probably the medication I took this morning. Actually, I'm quite happy because I finally got my copy of Neil Young's On The Beach, which I don't think was available on cd before this year. I say finally because the first time I bought it I got home only to find that the silly girl in the record store had forgotten to put the cd in the case. Unfortunately getting the cd meant gong back into said record store and conversing with PASTEL. However, I managed to suffer the nasal whine and get out with my wares. And the album's brilliant, and has extra live tracks which make it extra brilliant. So Al's well that ends well. This post seems to be going on a bit, and so far I've insulted 2 pop stars, moaned a bit and said nothing of any interest to anyone. Oh, Jenowl said:
And why does a century of elvis sound so much like a century of fakers except with talking?
Erm, cos it is a Century of Fakers with talking? Or have I just gone mad? Oh dear, I was going to write lots of personal mails but now it's too late and I'm tired and hungry and vaguely ill, so I'll do them tomorrow, or the next day. Hopefully. I apologize for this mail being extra rubbish, but I'm afraid you're stuck with it. Unless you've deleted it already, of course. Which you probably have. Alasdair xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+