Edna's busting out all over. The other day she and I walked around what pretended to be a roundabout. We weren't fooled. Were we? In the distant traffic's boom. No the traffic was near It was a Traffic Island. On an island with Edna, we never even mentioned 'Ocean Pie'. I once heard a poetry editor claim that Rick Witter had said he wanted a slice of such pie. He (Witter) didn't, really: but note that the wilful 'error' is more gleefully memorable than the reality. Anyway, channels had operated. Wheels had spun. Factors were in play. If you catch my drift. And Edna had a copy of THE PARANOIDS. Sorry. I mean, THE NEGATIVES. I had expected that she and I might agree about this one. The best LP of 2000, and all that. Even Peter Miller thinks it better than 'Hyacinths & Thistles'. Gosh, so do I, come to that. It doesn't contain '!Volcana!', for one thing. But EW was having none, no, not none, little of it. She likes 'Vin Ordinaire'. Of all things. You'd doubt it; you'd doubt, she exclaimed, that Lloyd could write such a song now, and retain any self-respect. It's a good point. But has he? I really don't agree that 'VO' - no, let me give it its full glory: 'Vin Ordinaire' - is as good as this LP gets. I pointed out that 'Past Imperfect', 'That Boy' and 'Man On The Verge' were the best cuts. Buses roared by. The movement of the clouds was slow, even imperceptible. Someone, somewhere, ate a steak. Buses, yes, police cars, fans, replica shirts. Someone, somewhere, caught a train from Wycombe. Edna turned to me as though in slow motion. 'Man On The Verge', she laughed, the laughter peppering her sentence like artillery fire, is the worst thing on there. We never spoke again. Like that time in the magma club, when we had other names. You remember. No? No matter. We did really. Edna conceded that perhaps she hears these things differently, for one guitar explosion sounds much like another to her. The sky had darkened without our noticing. Even now we didn't notice it. Inside, Carsmile Steve arrived in a sudden bundle. Someone told him he was getting younger by the day. Again. I think she's trying to hug her soul. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - Buy the things you want at great prices. http://auctions.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+