...and that's my contribution to the Dead Tube Stations nameathon. I really want that LT face-pack and moisturiser set in the shape of Aldwych entrance hall. Even if I have to prise it out of the trembling hands of a sick child. Non-SoS member Mr Miller, with cheeks aglow, said this in a sing-song voice:
This evening I finally got to see Mister Olazabal's civic reception. His smile roughly matched the inverse parabola of a deft chip out of the bunker.
Was there dancing in the streets when the Spanish did a clean sweep at last year's French Open ? I only ask because, through the power of Java this and Netscape that, I've got a little window on my computer which tells me exactly what's happening on the red clay of Roland Garros. A little earlier Senor Moya began the defence of his title by squeaking past somebody called Hipflask and Tim Henman is currently struggling manfully against someone called Salami. I kid you not. Are all of the lower seeds named after things you take to picnics ? Before you know it there'll be a wily southpaw from Lima called Jose-Luis KraftSingles up against some US Collegiate hopeful named Buck CherryBakewell. Just as long as Charlie PoisonousLiesAboutTheSoSList gets dumped in qualifying, eh ? Ah, it's about that time of year again - the smell of freshly-mown grass, the cloying tang of Robinson's Barley Water, the satisfying plop of catgut against whatever it is they cover tennis balls with. I still insist on putting 'racket sports' as a leisure interest on my CV even though I know full well the last time I swung anything resembling a racket in anger I was two stone lighter and still had all my own teeth. Keith 'Flying V' Watson bellowed the following and then swung his mic around for a bit:
Naturally everyone's invited even if you are shy, or don't like the 70's WHO.
I do have a strange hankering to hear 70s WHO again, if only for nostalgic reasons. My brother seemed to use the likes of "Who's Next" and "Odds and Sods" as a stepping stone from the horror of Emerson, Lake & Palmer to the majesty of Magazine. I'd forgotten about this until recently... I knew he couldn't have gone straight from gatefold Roger Dean sleeves and 20-minute organ solos to The Buzzcocks. Say what you like about Daltrey's hair, if it stops a boy listening to "Brain Salad Surgery" it has to be a good thing. B&S content ? Er, 20 years later my bro' goes into a record shop of his own accord and buys "Lazy Line Painter Jane". There's a progression of sorts. Mike (who recently bought a scanner. You have been warned). _____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Free instant messaging and more at http://messenger.yahoo.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" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+