I walk into a boozer aptly tucked away west of Regent Street, and find Hopkins and the Duke of H holding court. Among the first times I can remember hearing about the Duke was when my editor, in that boozer next to the venue at Shepherd's Bush, said, - There's someone here I want to meet. It was the Duke. Did he want to meet my editor too? I don't know. He should have done. That was just the start of it. Somehow a supposedly intimate gathering had mushroomed, like a stew or a cloud. All manner of strangers and sisters were present. Some of them were famous. I won't name names, but there was some important speculation about Bulgarians in Newcastle, Danes in Sheffield, and whether Roxy Music had sold out by the time of 'Street Life'. I prefer 'More Than This' myself, a real audiophile sell-out record. The one name I'll now name was the raison d'etre of this whole bash: for the Geezer, Miller turned up. What next - a visit from Llaura Llew? The geezer looks about 10 years younger than he is. I wish I looked 10 years younger than he is. Carsmile and others talked about sinister past and future. Just think how young the geezer must have looked when sinister began. Carsmile looked younger than yesterday too, in his lean and hungry way. In fact, he looked good. The geezer suggested that 'Big Stu' was a significant figure in sinister history. Yes, it was a long time ago, that much is clear. The geezer once gave away, or lent, his copy of RATTLESNAKES, and never asked for it back. Between you and me, I couldn't believe his attitude or conceal my concern. Down the elegant canyons of Regent Street, under the lights of Piccadilly Circus as midnight neared, I told him he needed to give Lloyd another chance. Their lives have been somewhat parallel. Meanwhile, an extensive debate was held about geezers and their aesthetics. I don't think my editor realizes what he has started. The Geezaesthetic manifesto is promised within the next fortnight. I don't think that the geezer Miller fits into Geezaesthetics: he belongs to the comic tradition. Certain figures were declared to be affiliated to geezerdom despite their own doubts. Glamour was said to be like a hamster's wheel. Today is the first picnic of the year. It's a pity I can't attend. I haven't been to Brighton since the 1980s: or that's how it feels. Perhaps I have been avoiding Julie Burchill, or Dean Wilkins. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+