Not a bad little weekend, there. Edited highlights coming up: The impromptu megaphone enhanced gig, with Sarah looking as embarassed as it is possible to be and singing along despite not knowing the words. Hearing the fantastic H!O!P!kins impersonator (had me fooled) spout his theories about Sgt Pepper being the root of all evil in the world etc, and finding him wandering about in an entirely convincing daze and almost in tears after Vic Godard. Witnessing some of the cheapest prostitution this side of Bankok (or is that Bangcock?) involving theivin' gypsy tarts Leaonard, Trousers, Moorkens and Dastoor. Slags. The sinister football team being cobbled together to replace Looper less than an hour before the tournament and going on to destroy everyone in their path up until the final, when they lost on pens to the jammy bastards from Camera Obscura. Sorry, the excellent sports from Camera Obscura who thouroughly deserved their victory. Disappointingly, impressive though Mad Dog Murdoch's legs of sex were, they couldn't propel the B&S team past the first round. Trousers looking at various points during Sunday night like Steve Lamacq, Lou Reed and Stevie Wonder, though his request for Stu M to give us Baker Street on his shiny new sax was cruelly ignored. Watching the sun rise upside down (the sun, not us) on Sunday morning, and moving swiftly away from the group of Glasgow neds (what the fuck did I go down there to get away from for 5 days?) who turned up on the sand dunes once this sight had been witnessed. The sinister picnic on Sunday when it quite incredibly remained sunny throughout, while I managed to eat a sandwich without getting sand in it. Sodastream's secret chalet gig, (cheers Jim!) which was very cool. Finally working out on Monday night what the badge someone gave me at the end of B&S (see subject box) meant. Generally laughing our tits off about hundreds of things including the exceptionally good Willy Wonka, the huge monkey, the hairy cave, bad puns, good puns and lots more besides. Oh, and some bloke from Ayr with his weirdo mates who stopped me from seeing Godspeed You Black Emperor. Bastards. Thanks to the wonderful Carsmile Steve for the badge (have a great wedding day mate), Jim and Damon for the Frosties, the sinister football supporters who remained to cheer on the team rather than go and see Sodastream/Looper (and Mr Murdoch who switched allegiances half way through the final to support us), Alix, Kevan, Mark, Vicky and Ailsa for putting up with my strange eating habits and bad jokes for over 4 days, (is this starting to sound like an Oscar speech? Frankly I don't give a shit, cos I had an amazing time) and everyone else I met who were without fail fantastic in the extreme (somebody stop me here before I get hold of the remote wanking machine). And for the very last and absolute final time, sorry Mark. What can I say? Looks like the kids are alright after all. Who'd have though, eh? Alasdair xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+