Dearly beloved, Being the hard-nosed reporter that I am I've waited mere seconds after arriving home from Glasgow to give you warts and all coverage of last night's hoedown at Saint Stan and Tami the Immaculate's Parish Church and subsequent drinking till the wee smalls. On entering the church after the cutomary B&S delay due to problemas technicas, Duglas BMX Bandit, the lemonade-guzzler's Robbie Williams, introduced us to an old man called Chip, who we were reliably informed had written every 60's song we had ever heard, and some others we hadn't. Nice bloke, but a bit crap, to be honest, and I thought Anne waas going to burst in an effort to stop laughing in the house of the Lord. Then Evie came on and she was indeed very short. After the disappointment of hearing Billie Sunshine slowed down to a Smog-like tempo, and lots of songs from her new CD, I was getting a little twitchy, especially after waxing so lyrically on the subject of the Evester last week. But it was all OK when ver S!E!B! came on stage, and we got "Take me for a little while", "Anyway that you want me", "I can't let go" and "Angel of the morning". It was just fucking magic, to be honest. My favourite 60's singer and my favourite 90's band playing together, what can I say? Then Chip introduced "Wild thing".... "I wrote this next song and went to play the tape to Al Gorgoni, and he said...." "YES?" we said, expecting to hear some nugget of rock legend "...he said..." "What????", we cried, on tenterhooks now, "I forget what he said" But it still rocked like buggary, Chip n' Evie ogling each other throughout, rather unnecessarily I thought, and the Murdoch bass solo is something none of us will forget. Apres, as they say in foreign, we went off to the 13th Note where Keith and co missed the bus, Kriss Kross style, and then Warrender John and his twin brother Joss entered the building, and a wall of loveliness ensued. I declared my obsessive love of gay disco to Claire Timmins, and a fine time was had by all. Joss and Warrander are going to join Roolz, I've decided, and we're going to be bumping for a buck in a town near you, managed Svengali style by Ruthless Pookie McLaren, the Wall Street Banker. Today we went to the Grosvenor where the worse for wear Warrender went very pale and disappeared to the toilet for a long time, and Spinmaster Symington assured us that Australian big band soul was the next big thing. Apparently Evie and ver S!E!B! have "cut some wax" together today and the very thought makes so excited I'm going to piss my pants. Love Tag xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+