I had planned to go and live in New York. In a street that reminded me of Edinburgh. I wanted to get away from everything. I didn't want to just travel, I wanted to live. To pay rent. I found this perfect flat, but it cost £400 a month. I was only planning to go for one month, but I hadn'r saved enough money. Silly girl, I am. If I had, I may have been able to afford it. So instead, I walked along Princes Street in Edinburgh, wishing I was in New York. ********* I was watching Songs of Praise. Pam Rhodes was sitting on a bridge, one of those old fashioned bridges that is very wide, and cobbled. Like somewhere in a grand European city, the sort of bridge that dates from the 17th century. She was interviewing George W Bush, and he was talking about his faith in Christianity. They tried to get a choir or a brass band to play, so that he could sing "Onward Christian Solidiers", but as everyone was so anti-war, they couldn't find anyone to play. It was a little embarrassing for George, as he sang on his own, without a band. And perhaps even more embarrassing, when they decided to dub over it with songs from Belle and Sebastian's Storytelling album, in particular "Big John Shaft". It was amazing to watch it on the telly. Aparently, the producer of the show is a huge B&S fan. Afterwards, since it was such a sunny afternoon, I went to a church, called St Giles. It was apparently named after him because that was where he took his last breath, and fell down dead, under an oak tree that grew next to the steeple. The church was next to a little river, with a leafy avenue and a cobbled path leading up to a stone bridge over the river. I was standing at the bar, in the shade, where the church was selling alcoholic drinks. Next to me, was Stuart Murdoch. He was waiting patiently, as I was. On the other side of me was a brown haired girl. Stuart was bored, and quietly started to sing "I don't want to play football" to relieve his boredom from waiting to be served. The barman turned to the girl next to me, and thinking it was her singing, asked if she would join the church choir. She said yes. Stuart sighed. "Thats the problem" he said to me, "they all think I sing like a girl". ******** I went home, and proceeded to write a sinister post about the Songs of Praise sighting. I wrote the subject line "Praise for Songs on Songs of Praise". It seemed rather fitting, when I woke up, to tell you this. Love idleberry ===== <a href="http://retrosec.blogspot.com/">http://retrosec.blogspot.com/</a> thoughts __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+