I have been struck by the amount of stuff churned out of the earth, not to say the turf, by the sinister tractor. There's been a lot of impenetrable talk about 'The Eurotrash Theme Tune'. What's all that about? I think too many folk are watching too much bad TV around here. I keep seeing references to 'Ant and Dec', 'GMTV', 'CDUK' and the like. Next thing we know, it'll be the Sporty Spice & Lulu Fan Club and Noel's Late Late Breakfast Show. Keep TV at Saturday 12:20 and 10:30, kids, any more is dangerous. The Hewitt talked about worldwide picnics, very cogently. But why the reference to bottles of cheap red? Are they the picnic drink of choice since I've been away? I don't know, in my day it was cans of cheap lager; baguettes; large crisps; talk about Dostoyevsky; East European classical CDs (I'm *still* waiting for that CD to come on at a party. Whatever happned to it?); Carol Decker, if you were lucky. Black Box were Italian, no? She, or whichever she it was, certainly sang like a wounded stallion, not to mention a chicken. Speaking of which, why do some of us harbour falsified nostalgia for late-80s Melody Maker when it proclaimed the mid-summer UK top 3 singles the best on, so to speak, record? Only we can say, and we're not, cos we can't. Lucy A and Paul F seemed to request visual, and preferably visceral, evidence of the Murdoch footy palaver. The curious thing about the event was that there was *no evidence*. Cameras stayed unfilled, binaural mics stayed sheathed, blood was spilled but went uncollected. I'm just wondering which of us will be the first to crack and admit that *it didn't happen at all*. Darn! I just did. Nick D was really bang on the money on those UK / US / or was it Canada? polarities. He said: we want to have a proper winter. And we do, and once upon a time we did, like he said. He added: we do play hockey. Which some folk do, which, whatever its other egregious effects, once allowed Barry Davies to cry 'Where were the Germans? And frankly, who cares?'. He said further that we don't see famous people in these parts. And naturally we don't, save in precisely the ways that he enumerated. I'd only substitute Simon Callow for Alan Bennett, and Scully for that matter, and her partner Alan Moulder. If there's one famous London person you can see whenever you want, it's Simon Callow. He's your man if you're into bow-tied oblivious struts. Come to that, rumours and sighs abound. The boy Troussé once saw the Modfather himself, the Weller - but which was the more impressed by the encounter? Steady M once saw the Sundays, without even paying. Still, this is just talk; it's written on the wind, it's everywhere I go. They say that all good things must end some day ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+