A lapse back into schoodentsville imminent, we took it upon ourselves to actually buy some books, and sauntered into A Very Large Bookstore, where the regulation Lovely Kooky Bird in Black Specs was on duty. Only this week it was a different Kooky Bird, and she looked a lot like that Kooky Yank Bird off the Kooky Computer Show on channel 4. Mmmmm... Kooky Birds in bookshops. Like David Attenborough in one of those pervy films, we pretended to look at books whilst hanging about the counter to get a better look. But what to select to impress an (obviously savvy and refined) Kooky Bird? Mailer? - too macho. Burchill? - too pulp. Your Comprehensive Nude Video Guide? Desperate for kudos, we grabbed a shiny hardback of 'All Tomorrow's Parties'. A Billy Name memoir, perhaps, or some PopArt collection? No!!! How she giggled as we realised it was the new cyberpunker from Billy Idol's favourite author, William Gibson. As she turned away in scornful laughter, we took a sneaky peak before scurrying back onto Deansgate. Well, it's a 400-page airport-buster about a strange, millennial cult, who communicate via an immense web of intertwining fibreoptics, and decide to convene in a barren, remote, possibly contaminated location to listen to low, Caledonian mumblings and apparently random belching noises. The jacket promised long, convoluted, plot twists and PR gaffes, before an eventual climax involving gratuitous trouser fumblings and Special Guest Appearances. OK, it's not. It's actually about computers and swords and crap, like all his other books, but some things never change. Which reminds me of my point. Ages ago, when we went to college still, all the kids who were Picked On At School crowded round outside the library and enthused about William Gibson. And Pearl Jam. And Winnie the Pooh. Whilst the friendly, successful, popular, Townie kids got laid and went clubbing, the Alternative Kids huddled in a corner, wearing badly-applied mascara. Yes, they whispered, we like music and we are Special. They were very boring indeed. Have you noticed how this was written in the third person? Just like the NME! Say something pretty if you can, Joex ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted with it are confidential and intended solely for the use of the individual or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the system manager. This footnote also confirms that this email message has been swept by MIMEsweeper for the presence of computer viruses. www.mimesweeper.com ********************************************************************** +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+