I bought the lovely, gorgeous, beautiful "Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea" by the lovely, gorgeous, beautiful P J Harvey the day before yesterday. I'm actually listening to it right now. I love it, it's so dark and swirling but not in a fuzzy way, more of a crystal clear sea with hundreds of writhing herring in it, all moving and changing, so you can never count them. It feels like that, but with bass guitars on it. I also trawled all round North London trying to find a copy of the new 20-minute Mogwai single. but, would you believe it, I couldn't find a single copy of it. Grrrrrrr.... I bought an album by some people called Crackout, as well. I'm not sure I like it that much though. I heard a few songs from it on the radio, but the Album Versions don't seem as good. It also had a "Parental Guidance" sticker on the front, and is the first CD I've bought with one of those. I'm just _such_ a rebel. The Day after all my record buying shinannigans, I spent the day with my friend Anthony. We started by Going to Tate Modern, which we did, but The food was really expensive and the queues for it were really long, so we went and had lunch somewhere else. Except we couldn't find anywhere, and we walked all the way along the South Bank to Waterloo Bridge, where we crossed over and bought some ludicrously dear Sandwhiches from Pret a Manger. And ate them in front of Somerset House, where Lambchop played not that long ago. Then we went to find the Bank of England, And walked a long, long way. We had a look at the Temple, full of lawyers, and were disgusted that you had to PAY to get into St. Paul's Cathederal. It's a CHURCH for CRISSAKE. It goes against the whole principle of The Church being "Holy". I'm gonna write a letter to somebody about it. It's disgusting! After that, we found The Bank of England and robbed it quickly. He he he. No we didn't actually, we got thrown out the front bit and shoved into the museum, which was surprisingly interesting. I failed pathetically to lift a solid gold bar with one hand. Then we went out, and went on the Waterloo And city line to Waterloo, the only place we could go considering it only has two stops. Then we wondered what to do, and walked up and down Waterloo station about 5 times. So we decided to go to Mornington Crescent, and were very surprised to find ourselves in Camden. So we went up to the market, and counted the number of people who offered us drugs (7) and decided that there wasn't anything we wanted, and as we only had 50p between us by this time, we couldn't buy anything we did. So we went home. But on the Way, I passed a shop I had never noticed before, "Rythym Records". And I went in and saw that they had ALL the B&S albums, and 3...6...9....seconds of light, and legal man, and Geometrid and something by the gentle waves. And I was much impressed, and now plan to buy all my records from that shop. Sorry to all of you who didn't understand a lot of this post due to not knowing London that well. I am tired still, as during that day, I walked a Long, long, long way. but I liked it. Will do it again sometime. London is cool. !Viva Rachels! Rachel Pancake (Joe) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+