Idling away my last weeks in this ikky job, I found the following titbits (in America they call them tidbits because they are woosy like that) from the Scottish Press. I like the T-shirt idea - it would be like a Kids from Fame for the 90s. But has anyone any idea why Belle and Sebastian are seen as in league with food pornographers? I mean I did hear about Stuart M and his chocolate fingers, but... From: Daily Record 07/05/98 The Stow-aways. Students chart a popular business Stow College is a world of new and exciting opportunities! We want to give you a glimpse of just some of the options that are available for adults and school-leavers here. [...] And at Stow College, music-mae course is a man who knows all about the business - Alan Rankine, who formed part of the great eighties pop band The Associates. [...] Bands discovered after the College quest include current critics' favourites, Belle and Sebastian. They have made Alan a firm promise that they will wear college T-shirts when they debut on telly's Top of the Pops. "They are currently recording their third album and have enjoyed great success," added Alan, who has produced records all over the world. "Something like 40 record companies and around 20 producers sought to sign them up. "But it was Stow College students who picked them out as something really special and that's been great." From: The Herald 04/04/98 Compelling nightmare for the persecution fantasist Being allergic to trendy Belle and Sebastian-loving food pornographers, I had been avoiding Island Harvest (BBC1, Sunday), but for the final journey to Harris I relented and was reluctantly charmed. Nick Nairn is a walking Wiszniewski canvas, a long-limbed Beautiful Boy with a tousle of cropped curls and an unexpected dash of machismo. He sails! He dives! He skins tomatoes with a blowlamp! He eats scallops raw from the shell and turns a burly Highlander's stomach by promising "you can still feel them pulsing as they go down!". Not that he was always in perfect control. "Have you got the net?" he babbled excitedly, preparing to land his first seatrout. "You're standing on it," the gillie replied forbearingly. But even this minor humiliation served a purpose. Island Harvest offered us an almost mystic celebration of Things Scottish, lumping the heart-stopping landscape, the wise and weathered gillie, the flexing seatrout just pulled from the loch, and the warm mutton salad into the same sacred category. Add the cry of the curlew and a haunting soundtrack of Uilleann pipes and a nation swooned in self-love. Nairn's cuisine was all seductive simplicity. Of course, we're never actually going to cook anything we watched him make on screen, any more than we are about to emulate Rick Stein or Antonio Carluccio or Ken Hom or, heaven forbid, the two fat ladies. But the dishes were prepared so speedily, from such gratifying brief lists of ingredients, using nothing more improbable in the way of equipment than a virgin baking tray, all of which enhanced not our sense of culinary possibility but our awe. This man is an artist. The only pity is that the mini-masterpieces he creates have to disappear down someone's gullet. NickiDee xx _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Coinini athasach ata muid - ag canuint amhrain na . coinini - nach bhfuilimid? -----------------------------------------------------------------------