THE TREES THEY GROW HIGH The shrubberies on top of Primrose Hill may have to be pressed into service as shelters tomorrow if the weather continues intermittently wet and windy. Its happened in the past, and itll happen in the future. Dont let that put you off coming out to frolic and feast, though, and all hilltop chills can be shrugged off by some frenzied indie-kid dancing at Tigermilking later. You know it makes sense. A positive aspect to less clement weather is that I wont get sunstroke and be sick after drinking too much warm white wine, which is a bonus as Brighton beach wont be there handy to receive the contents of my stomach. AND THE LEAVES THEY DO GROW GREEN On my train journey inland from the seaside last Sunday, exhausted and slightly dazed from heaving boxes up stairs and the ensuing beery session, I couldnt be bothered getting my CD player out for a while, but sat by a speeding window staring out hypnotised at adolescent wheatfields fragmentarily displaying whole regiments of acidic green stems under the golden surface as a desultory wind ruffled them like feathers. Darkness soon followed me along the vector of earth I was travelling, and Regeneration by the Divine Comedy took me all the way home including the Tube. MANYS THE TIME MY YOUNG LOVE IVE SEEN A key to the senses is distance: we can see further than we can hear (dependant upon conditions) and can sense fair or foul odours from further away than the confines of our skin, which bears the pleasures and burdens of tactility. Finally, it is only by internalising an object, by taking it into our mouth, that we can experience the intimacy of taste. Thus something horrible seen or heard is not as visceral (literally: of the intestines - gutwrenching) as something scented, felt or, most disturbingly, tasted. Is this scale of experiential intensity equally applicable to pleasant phenomena? MANYS THE TIME IVE WATCHED HIM ALL ALONE A classic Bond film in the form of Goldfinger was on TV the other day, annoyingly partitioned and bisected by the 10 oclock news, but jolly good fun all the same, prompting nostalgic juvenile sniggers at the character played by Miss Honor Blackman, Pussy Galore. But anyway, I realised during the pre-credits shooting and shagging sequence that the Sneaker Pimps minor 1997 hit 6 Underground is built around a sample from the score to this celluloid triumph. A while ago I placed the glockenspiel sample that Pizzicato 5 used for Baby Love Child, but now I cant remember which 60s soul track it comes from now. Bah. Might be the Righteous Brothers version of Youve Lost That Loving Feeling. HES YOUNG BUT HES DAILY GROWING My, this mail has turned into a bit of a monster. However, to segue inelegantly: as Minnie Ripperton sang so memorably, "Loving shoes is easy because theyre beautiful", and that applies most particularly to my new pointy brown suede high heels. I could dent some shins real good with these babies, Im tellin you. Brown really is the new black, you know. Dont misunderstand me, Im not a fetishist, but by gum theres something special about swinging the weight of a newly filled shoebox inside a fresh carrier bag as you stride along the street for an appointment with destiny. Ah, retail therapy: the canny shopper can save thousands on shrink bills and crockery. Ill leave you with that thought for the day, and it only remains to thank Mr Ian Watson for another storming How Does It Feel To Be Loved? at the ever-red Buffalo Bars at Highbury Corner. Soon coming to a Friday near you! I almost literally cant wait. Love, Liz :x _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+