Pinefox in the offy; Pinefox in the chip shop, vinegar and chords of toffee. Pinefox on the beach, Pinefox making women gasp; something out of reach, Pinefox making one last grasp. Pinefox dancing wildly, arms and legs and hair; Pinefox walking idly, never quite without a care. Don't ask me what's going on, I only work here. You Popkids turn me on. I've been to London town, to see the queen. I glimpsed her sad eyes through the palace window, but in a moment she was gone, like so many romances. I was driven to Oxford (and almost round the proverbial bend) by a mad woman coach driver, who at one point leapt up from her position behind the wheel to scream "Does everyone know the MP Michael Foot? Look, there he is! Look, can you see him, there he is, can you see him!!?, told stories of recent coach deaths through NOT LISTENING TO THE DRIVER'S INSTRUCTIONS and other tales involving the Iraqi -not the Gulf-war. Interesting. I saw the band but not the poet and critic Tom()Paulin, who were lovely, and the band but not the sculptor and historian The Gentle (!) Waves, who were dull in all the right places and acceptable in the some of the wrong ones. "Ah yes, I recall the first time I encountered this type of salt, twas in 89, a day like no other, when the clouds seemed to smear the sky with nostalgia and the skunks..." What an aaaaaasshole. "Truth is often stranger than diction" - Emmitt Runding, 'Wit and it's relation to the unconciously boring', 1967. These words came to mind during the week when a waitress of a foreign persuasion seemed unable to grasp my need for condiments. It kills the grease. Acid can be so troubling, as any reader of Kelman knows. Come on McT! On Saturday I lost a lot of words. Some of them I gave away as cheaply as the hours, some of them I hope to retrieve at a future point in time. I only hope I can remember them in the meantime. Peter Miller asked for a review of Sodastream/Mistopher Chris from everyone who was there, and I think I was, although it's been a while and my mind is foggy. Maybe the doctor told me that I'd lost my memory, I can't remember. Anyway, Sodastream were rather nice, although I can't seem to get as emotional about them as certain other listees. Still, they played Hope Grocery which, in common with Katrina, is my favourite song. The highlight of course was witnessing the thrills n spills of a Leonardian performance. His throat is sore! He sings on! He's lost his plectrum! He's found it! Oh, it was in THERE... Wonderful. Later on I even found time to spit on David Moore whilst having an utterly pointless argument about the sentiments of Neil Young songs. I think we called it a draw. Sorry Dave. Peter may also be interested to know that those gorgeous Foxgloves are recording a new track. I shouldn't reveal too much for fear of breaking some kind of pact, but it has a line stolen from a song stolen from a poem. See if you can guess which one. Oh, and it needs more flutes. I'm sure it'll be a hit with the kids anyway. Alasdair xx _____________________________________________________________________________________ Get more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+