Sinisterines, Some wry observations from the past few days: Rabbits and clotted cream, what's that all about then? Was it supposed to be funny? It wasn't. It was a waste of my time. Still, there's a lot of it about. WeeJay, has it occured to you that the reason that Keith and I always have the same opinions is because we're both right? More American bashing? I'm not getting involved. It was crap last time and it's crap this time. In case you haven't noticed, I'm crabby and I'm tired. We had to wait two hours for a cab in Manchester city centre last night, every single fucking office party in the North West was finishing just as we reached the front of the queue. On a brighter note, we had, however, been to see the Pastels, which softened the blow somewhat. I do dearly love the Pastels. I love the fact that they can create something utterly poignant while sounding on the verge of musically falling apart. I like their Silver Jews cover. I like Stephen's crap dancing. They've got a new instrumental song with flutes and fluttering guitars and it's quite the most beautiful thing. Also Goldmine, Manchester's legendaty soul shop has re-opened in smart new premises. It's called Beatin' Rhythm and it's full of great records. Today, I topped up my collection of Dead Boyfriend ballads. I would list every record I'd bought, but that would be boring, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it? Seeing the Pastels got me thinking about school orchestras. I wish I'd joined one now, but I can play one finger piano and that's about it. I couldn't even play the recorder, like the spoilt kids who got off freezing their goolies off on a football pitch during double games did. But where would we be without them? The combination of a teenage love of the Velvet Underground and a talent in the string section seems to have come up trumps a few times. Keith's conspiracy theory about the Melody Maker piece and the "mole" amongst us was interesting considering the article was written by one Ian WATSON. No relation, I suppose? I liked your post about Leith, Keith. Is that near Cowdenbeath, Keith? Don't forget to brush your teeth, Keith. These and other poems are to be found in my new book, "Juvenile and Foppish", which I'll be promoting at Paramount Book Exchange in the near future. Dandy Don John got me that, he's become very pally with the guy who works there since he started satisfying his appetite "specialist" vintage Danish magazines that they sell there. Beth, you'll be sadly missed, but I think I understand. Love Tag xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+