It rains here a lot. If your days are spent like mine, gazing out of a window, it can make the perfect backdrop for not getting anything done. Sometimes I'll be sitting in a meeting and no one has seen the forecast or brought a parapluie, and haven't noticed the falling raindrops gradually filling up the sky. Then, it falls a little harder and people start to hear and everyone looks up, and even the person giving the presentation puts the cap on their felt-tip pen. It's one of those natural phenomenons that, if I were an observational comic or a misty-eyed drunk I could make a lot of capital from, wondering how no one notices the rain until it reaches a certain pitch, just like no one pauses on the path to look down a mysterious hole, until reaches a certain depth. But I'm neither of those things, so I have to keep those thoughts to myself. Yeah, we have plenty of rain here. You're quite welcome to it if you want. It's of a particular vintage if you're in a tent at the seaside with good company and yesterday's smudged crossword. Having missed the rest, I managed to catch Struan on the radio on Thursday. I was going to the dentist in the morning and managed to hang around long enough to hear him. He played Take the Skinheads Bowling, and waxed somewhat lyrical about how this song was where the term Bowlie came from and how the song summed up Indie for him. Struan seems to have a different idea of what indie is to most people I meet. I like how he cherishes these modern slurs, Bowlie, Twee, Indie, Hipster, Christian, and lives in a world where all of these things are as holy as he wants them to be. Most people disagree, but then I don't think most people have a clue. Did anyone see the Animal Games on BBC1 last night (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/3558212.stm)? It was the most extraordinary telly I've seen in ages. Apparently a bug can run so fast that photons don't even have time to hit its eyes. John Motson says so, so it must be true I guess. Marisa said, charmingly: <<There are two frontmen in the whole world whose voices I know intimately...who I can identify by the way they pronounce certain consonants...for whom I freeze when I hear the timbre of their speaking voice...the first time I heard both these bands, I *felt* the music rush through me and I knew something big had happened in my life...I feel what I imagine hollywood-style love to feel like.>> And I wondered who the second frontman could be.. R x _________________________________________________________________ Dont just search. Find. Check out the new MSN Search! http://search.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200636ave/direct/01/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+