Wotcher kids, Someone tried to start a thread a while back. You won't remember. It didn't catch on. It was about briefly feeling famous.... Taking a well-earned leak in the toilets of a seedy Nottingham nightclub, I spotted two young men, resplendant in supergrass-stylee 'burns and shaggy moptop barnets. They spotted me, YS Laurent pinstripe jacket and heavy eyeliner. BIG flappy lapels. 'Aren't you Johnny Leather, the guitarist from Debonair?' I smiled benevolently. 'Yes,' I replied, for 'twas I and none other. 'Did you come to the gig?' 'Yeah,' they replied. This was all going swimmingly. 'We thought you were gunna be some sort of shit-hot lead guitarist and you fucking played *rhythm*!' 'Well...' I faltered. 'You played a 12-string!' they cried, accusingly. 'Yeeeeah,' I replied - there was no point denying it. 'But I played lead on a couple of the songs.' 'We didn't fucking notice. And that singer looks exactly like Jarvis Cocker.' 'He can't help that,' I said as I affected a sharp exit, and glided towards the dancefloor ready once more to wow the chicks with the gyrations of my snake hips. I'll just get a quick drink in first...... Speaking of which, I will naturally be shaking my little tush on the 'floor at Strange Fruit on Old Street, London tonight, to the strains of our heros and other aural delights. See you there, natch, love geoff xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+