Hello Popkids, Eating properly? Not too much cheese? Good good. My local cheese-mobile does big lumps of a funny beige cheese, about the consistancy of cheddar,and about the size of a pub, but when you bite into it...Wow! It's made with milk and Marmite! Yay! Neatly combining two long running list threads in one tasty sandwich. Yum yum. I hope you've all been catching lots of buses and looking winsome in my absence- I, correspondingly, have been entertaining jumper-wearing girls at bus stops for the length of a regal cigarette, and then walking away in a cool, unobtainable way. It's been an amusing few days. erm...Julie Christie? Fantastic. I particularly like that film of Farenheit 451, where everyone goes about in monorails, it's so cool+futuristic daddio. Julie plays two people in that film as I recall, one character with long hair, the other with short hair. I have a picture on my wall torn from an acting manual, it's a photostat of Rodney (Bob Ferris) Bewes' Spotlight entry (The Spotlight's a photo directory of thesps.) There's a picture of Rodney wearing a dog and a Captain Birdseye beard, and an identical one of Rodney+doggy and no Captain Birdseye beard. 'Versatility- the actor's greatest tool' reads the caption.... This mail's not very good I'm afraid- I've been away, so I don't know what the cool set are talking about :-) Full marks to the person who quoted the absolutely irresistable fannies in their subject line- I didn't see who it was, sorry. And that line's from 'Radio', isn't it? Off the flop LP, 'Thirteen'...full cred points, I feel. 'Thirteen' is their best LP by far, IMHO. The NME said that they've been trying desperately to get other 'Glasgow' bands like the fannies and, er well known 'Glaswegians' Arab Strap to dish dirt on our beloved B&S. Now they say they're so desperate for info that they'll pay, or something like that...Mmm. I could do with some money....shame that there's no juicy gossip to sell. Maybe I should make some up, 'cause ''Belle and Sebastian seem like very nice people'' will not pay my rent, oh no. FEY BAND REALLY JUST A COVER FOR CHURCH HALL BASED INTERNATIONAL DRUGS AND SMUTTY BOOKS CARTEL SHOCKER!!!!!!! Now that would sell papers! Someone slip a copy of Razzle into Isobel's violin case, quick. I need to eat! That isn't what I meant to say at all, you know. I only popped in to say goodbye. It's been fun you know, and I thought it only fair and polite to say byebye properly, rather than rushing off in a big huff. I won't be picking up mail regularly after tomorrow, but feel free to write, I will get back to you eventually. And I may come back later, if I find a computer to borrow, and if I get homesick, so this isn't goodbye, it is merely bonjour, as Del Boy would probably say. Anyway, some friends are coming to keep you all company, they may be here already, I don't know. Some of you know Fred, and some of you know Mel, from pubs and picnics. Be nice to them. (Fred, by the way, is on Page 4 of this week's NME, in a little photo, where he's dancing with a maniac at the Xfm demo, looking very much like a happier Che Guevara.) I'd leave you with a Bus Polaroid, but I only paint buses these days, smudging the paint as I go, so the picture looks like it's going brrrrrrrrrrr!!!!, like buses do when they stop halfway up the hill, and you press your nose against the window and your whole face goes brrrrrrrrrr!!! and your teeth all rattle together. Instead, here's a Ink Pubaroid, for the steaming alkies who requested it. It's a real pub, in Berwick St Market and anyone who fancies taking their own snaps of it will probably find me in there, looking at the world through the viewfinder of a beer glass, most days of the week. ************************************************************* I took this one on a Wednesday lunchtime, though it looks like a Sunday afternoon. The dust is falling very very slowly through a beam of unexpected sunlight; settling slowly like Guinness. In the centre of the shot you can clearly see an old man, propped in the corner seat by the door, his taut, hairy brown arms crossed gently over his chest, his cap tipped over his sleeping eyes. The sunlight is writing WATNEYS in shadow across the table, and through the open door, you can see a crate of grapefruit on a trolley, ripening in the sun where he left them. ************************************************************** byebye kids, and thank you, especially *you* honey child. 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