Woo, two posts in two days. I must calm down more. I'm going to send another soon too, cos I promised Amy Applejacks that I'd do another Sinister Questionnaire to replace her abortive one. But that will have to be for another day. So, there was a gig here last night. And, of course, if there's a gig then there has to be a Sinister Picnic before hand. After checking that the permit from the International Picnic Licencing Authority had arrived, I went up to Princes St Gardens to see who had turned up. Nobody had. Fortunately, five minutes later, Sweetie appeared. As soon as she did, it started raining. Slowly, a few more people appeared, and we sheltered underneath the Scott Monument wondering what to do. The obvious answer, of course, was to go to the pub, so we did. We sat in the City Cafe and drank and ate, and more people arrived. However, the City Cafe is a bit of a big pub by our standards. I mean, we didn't actually outnumber and intimidate everyone else there. So -- after a brief diversion to the railway station to meet another five people -- we went to a smaller pub, the Malt Shovel, and moved all the furniture about and took over a whole room. More people arrived, and there was lots more eating, drinking and bum-groping. "Cheapskates!" said the barmaid when she noticed we had brought our own crisps to eat instead of buying the pub's expensive ones; she stole a cookie from us, though. About sevenish, we realised the doors of the gig would be opening, so we thought "maybe we should wander vaguely in that direction." We split up, some staying to drink more, some wandering towards the gig via the chip shop. Mmmm, grease. Anyway, we were wandering vaguely towards the gig, below the castle. And ... I saw this man walking towards us. He looks familiar. I've seen him before somewhere. Middle-aged, he looked, in a big brown duffelish coat. We are a big, intimidating crowd of tweefolk, walking directly towards the B&S gig. He is someone who looks astonishingly like Stuart. I look closely at him: it must be him. But noone else has noticed! I prod everyone "wasn't that Stuart?!" "Who? That old man?" they reply. He's fifty yards down the street now. Someone turns and shouts back: "STUART!!!" Up the street, he pauses. He turns and waves, then carries on walking. The gig itself was good, although for some reason it seemed slightly unreal compared to all the others I've seen; probably because we were standing right at the back dancing like maniacs (well, apart from me, cos I don't dance). The mid-set audience request (Brown-Eyed Girl) seemed rather well rehearsed, probably because it was a requested by a couple who are getting married next week and had got in touch with the band already. We still didn't get to find out the answers to the treasure hunt. I really have no idea what the setlist was -- I can vaguely remember what songs were played, but not what order they were in or anything. Ask someone less drunk for help. Hello to everyone that I saw at the picnic and after: Sweetie, Idleberry, Andy from St. Andrews (who sounds scarily like Dylan Moran. If you're deaf like me), John and Peri (our men in Slovenia), Thomas and Julie (our men in Coatbridge), Gordon (our man in the white suit), Wide-Mouthed Mike, Breams, Rachel Sunnyset, Zozie, Paul and Lorna (silly!), Lucy (juicy!), David Moore, Lixi, Ailsa (retired, injured), Jo and Ian, Jo's Dad, Cal and Debbie, the famous Mr Ally Cooke, and anyone else I've forgotten about. I hear a Cult Of Ken Chu has started up in London, complete with badges and everything. Not before time, I say. xx caitlin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+