Thai news: Motolo the elephant is a bit better thank you after his operation to repair his completely blown to bits foot. The sight of a sufferinng elephant is terrible indeed. In the paper they said he'd stood on a mine in Burma or somewhere like that, but on the telly they said he'd stood on a mine in Thailand, which is apparently full of mines. I didn't know that. Is it true? Only one person has the answer... Pop news: I'm having a bit of a crisis of faith....pop faith. I've had enough, it's all rubbish. I want sounds to soothe my soul without resorting to tweeness or whining. The other day I watched a documentary about Mister Borges. I couldn't understand a word he was saying to be quite honest. One of the interviews was filmed in an airport in the days when air hostesses dressed like that (you know what I mean) and you could hear all the anouncements. It was unspeakably groovy. The reason I mention this is the music, lovely lovely music from Mr Astor Piazzola or something. Up until then I had always thought that the tango was an event on Bruce Forsyth's Generation Game, and nothing more. Not so. I've had a look for Astor's records, but I could only find two, one with a very hairy and very flarey Gerry Mulligan and one with the Kronos Quartet that only lasts 26 minutes. This is a cry in the wilderness for information. Yes, Trousers, Roger Daltrey did star in a film with Chesney Hawkes, the unforgettable "Buddy's Song", the big screen continuation of the even more unforgettable "Buddy", one of the few schools programmes to get a showing on normal people's telly. Roger played a demented teddy boy unable to bring his son up properly. They were on Saturday Superstar together to promote it. I can remember it worryingly well. Worrying because at that point I hadn't decided to be a Roger Daltrey fan. Like most listees, I've been tirelessly scouring the world's literary heritage in search of the words "sleep the clock around". This is the closest I've come: "We found the Colonel and reported the death, feeling more like murderers than ever. Then we went to bed and slept the clock round, for there was no more in us." That was from "Thrown Away", a Plain Tale From the Hills by the king of the swingers, the jungle VIP himself, Rudyard Kipling. He gets a lot of bad press, does Rudyard Kipling, but anyone who can invent Baloo the Bear is all right by me. Get with the beat, Baggy! "Florida Fantasy" or "Miami Fantasy" or whatever it's called is much better than "Everybody's Talkin'". The book of Midnight Cowboy is really rude. So is the film really. Fluffy wrote: So why aren't the US picnics held up Capitol Hill? You could munch your sandwiches and indulge yourself in witty banter and have a good old kickabout and the like, AND THEN BURN THE CAPITALIST CONGRESS FUCKERS TO THE GROUND and declare a national state of emergency and WE, comrades, will raise the red flag and declare The Sinister Nation!! I don't agree with what you said, but I like how you said it. I miss Duke. Has anyone heard the new Kevin Rowland single? I haven't, but I've seen the advert. Has he kept the faith, or is it a load of shit? Isn't Capitol Hill where Forrest Gump has a paddle? Sister Disco +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+