Hello. Quick report back - The Greenwich picnic had turned into pubnic before some of us even arrived which meant NO HILL CLIMBING! Yay! A pleasant afternoon's drinking, talking bollocks and not going to see Cat Power was followed by pleasant night's Swiss Cottaging(!) and some pleasant noodling the next day. Props, hugs etc to picnic mummy Paul, Picnic suggester Liz and picnic accommodation-provider Ben. Hellos and hugs to Ian, Jeremy, Maddie, Archel, Carsmile, Moore, Trousers, Marianna and anyone I missed. Much has been made lately of the big Isobel-shaped hole in the US tour line-up. Easy as it would be to make up stories about her being knackered after several nights of hot Robster action, it would be more fun to make up something even more pointless as well as lengthy. So here's what happened... Belle & Sebastian were driving to the Coachella festival in their psychedelic van. It was a long drive so as the evening drew in they decided to find a motel for the night. They soon came across a run down flophouse called The Inn Full Of Ghosts in the little town of Haunted Gulch. Stuart tentatively knocked on the door. "Who the fuck is that?" called a voice from within. "We're Belle & Sebastian from Scotland. Do you have any vacancies?" asked Stuart, cheerfully. "Fuck yes!" The door opened to reveal a thin, bearded man carrying a mobile phone. "I'm Neil. I own this place but I cannae find any fuckin' guests since the ghost started hanging aroond." This really excited Stuart. The rest of the band weren't so sure. "G-g-ghost??" Said Chris "Beansie" Geddes fearfully. His best friend Stevie leapt into his arms with fright. "Aye," said Neil. "And if I see him I'll punch his fuckin' lights out." "I'm not sure I want to stay anywhere that's haunted." said Sarah. The best of the band nodded in agreement. "C'mon gang! There's a mystery to solve! And I don't want to sleep in the van another night," implored Stuart. The band murmured among themselves before finally agreeing. "We'll have to split up," said Stuart. "Me and Isobel will check the bedrooms. Sarah, Beansie and Stevie can check the spooky cellar, the attic, the secret passage, the outhouse and the swamp out back. Bob, Richard and Mick don't fit into this joke so they'll have to wait in the van. Let's go!" "Uh uh," said Stevie, shaking his head. "Oh come on, Stevie!" "Uh uh" "Would you do it for a Stevie Snack?" Stuart produced a slice of tablet from his pocket. Stevie nodded excitedly before wolfing down the tablet. Soon the band were searching the motel for clues, unaware of the sinister presence watching from the shadows... END OF PART ONE ****************** Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+