Dearly beloved, Knowing what a moral list this one is, I thought I'd caution you that there are signs that ungodly jiggery-pokery may take place at the Bowlie festival. Yes, friends, it has been suggested to me that Camber Sands may be the venue for (shield your eyes, those of a sensitive disposition) sexual congress outside the safety of the matrimonial bed. Don't take my word for it. See for yourself at http://www.squeezefan.com/Songbook/Pulling_Mussels.htm, part of a website dedicated to those purveyors of decidedly questionable smut, Squeeze. I shall, of course, be writing to all your parents individually to warn them that this sort of thing may go on. I am also in the process of compiling the list of things that I intend to do down at Camber Sands. I will be doing down David Sylvian, Mercury Rev, Plymouth Argyle and Pink Floyd. Anyone with any suggestions for additions to this list please mail me privately. Mr Peter 'God Is A PJ' Miller reasoned:
One cannot help but feel that there would be no need for promotional picnics had no one betrayed the sacred mandate handed to them by the very heathen masses who are least fooled by the thin veil of illusory Brit-tastic power and vulgar oppulence on display, thanks to Babylon's earthly emissaries, pushers of pop...we trust in pop when the flood begins, the Lord shall roar and then...
I couldn't agree more. Ites. Rasta no picnicpocket. Guilty conscience speak louder than words. Seen. Actually, I tried chanting down Babylon at the weekend and all I got was a sore throat. Maybe next week.
...despite the rather attractive "featuring>players from Belle and Sebastian" sticker. Players? That's reggae talk, isn't it?
Yes indeed. The singers and players of instruments shall be there, unless they're writing stories and arseing around with old synthesisers and tellies and stuff, in which case they won't be there. Prophecy reveal. Out of one, many. I'm also pleased to announce that I have just about recovered form the trauma of finding myself involved in some foul dream from the fetid swamps of Fister Disco's imagination. I mean, how would *you* feel if he dreamed of you and unflushed turds? My own dreams are now haunted by the vision of Miller in a hula skirt singing 'show me a motion, la la la la la'. Not pretty. Incidentally, Peter, if you're reading this, please please please honour the terms of our agreement- I sent the errr...goods for you about SIX MONTHS ago and please if you could take some time and finally send those photos (including the negatives), I'd be extremely grateful (and forgiving!:)) Is the chafing still causing you trouble, by the way? Fluffy, I shall be voting for Coco Pops' name to be changed. Changed forever, d'you hear? K*lloggs is a well-known branch of multinational Babylon and therefore they cannot have anything to say on the subject of pop. It's ours! And they're trying to steal it! And sell it back to us! Yeah! This is your CB Savage, wall to wall and treetop tall. That is all. tim ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+