Keith wrote: I still think you should go for the 70's Daltrey look, where you could grow your hair longer, dress up as a red indian and affect a kind of marching on the spot dance whilst walking down the street. That's a really good dance, isn't it? Must have driven the ladies wild. I don't know, Roger's just not the same with short hair - his Dippity Doo / Munsters butler look was pretty wild, but it's the 70s look that does it for me. I like to think of the prisoners in Swansea prison craning their necks to get a look at it when the WHO played the Vetch Field, which is right next door to the prison, which is one of those old Victorian jobs, the architectural equivalent of a 70s WHO album, such as the excellent WHO's Next. I wonder if Daltry nicked all his mum's chamois leathers to make that red indian outfit? I bet she was livid when she found out! Christopher, I don't know if I'll be able to read Duke's book aloud. It features quite a lot of revolutionary punctuation, such as Unnecessary Capital Letters. And short sentences. All of which means it would lose quite a lot as a "talking book" type affair. Besides which, it's liable to cause multi-car pile ups on motorways. I'll have a go though. To gush or not to gush? I'm sure Duke would back me up to the hilt when I say that gushing is all part of the pee-oh-pee experience. I encourage admirers of Belle and Sebastian to gush freely and often when faced with their hearthrobs / heroes. We all gush in different ways, one person may like Seeing Other People, another person may think it's a pile of shit, but really deeply dig Dirty Dream. Thus we have two potential gushers, two very different gushings. Of course, not everyone finds it easy to express themselves, so they may choose not to gush. They may prefer to act cool, like Starsky and Hutch. That is their choice. I'm all for gushing. Gush, and the world gushes with you. Having said that, I tend to behave like Greta Garbo at all times. I'm so glad I didn't tell Rodney Bewes how much I love him when I was lucky enough to find myself in his presence, dear. I just sort of vibed him instead. I think he understood. Let's not forget that Stuart Murdoch has stated in interviews that he enjoys listening to people's problems. So Gush on, gushers. Here's the wonderful "Julie" talking about David Bowie, 1976-ish: "And I used to dream of layers and layers of clothes that we'd have of transparent plastic. And about ripping these pieces of plastic off to unveil something underneath. And I had orgasms of a space kind. Something to do with hallucination really. I was actaually hallucinating in orgasm." I'm sure Stuart Murdoch inspires exactly the same passions in young girls the world over. It's from Fred and Judy Vermorel's book, "Starlust: The Secret Fantasies of Fans". Has anybody got this book? I've only got an extract, but it's bloody good. Shorty the Pimp's a good album. There's one track where a bloke appears to be shouting into his flute! What a great idea! And all a good few years before punk exploded, remember. Peter PS: Just because two people go for a walk under the stars doesn't mean to say they are lovers. One of them could be gay. Or they could just be very special little friends, like squirrels. It's their business, not ours. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+