Walking home from work through leafy Morningside, I saw a bag of bread in a gutter. Baguettes. They were spilling out into the gutter, and a yellow leaf the same colour had slipped itself inside the bag. When I was little, I always felt terribly guilty for wasting food. I would cringe if I saw my mother scraping my left-overs onto the bird table. Last night -- gig! Woo! I skived off work early and dashed down to the railway station so that I could get to Glasgow and the QMU. I wasn't as desperate as Rachel (who started queueing to get into the gig nearly an hour before the doors opened), but I didn't want to be rushing in at the last minute. When I got inside - after hanging around outside for a bit with Mr Gillanders whilst he tried to get himself on the guest list - Carey and Lucy were handing out flyers for some club night or other. Flyers filled with tiny, tiny print. Everyone, going into the gig-room, had a flyer thrust at them. Nobody, in the dim light, could actually read it. The room was filled with puzzled indie-boys and indie-girls holding flyers in front of their faces and squinting. Eventually, the Big Nasty Security Man came and took the flyers off the girls for fear that all these people wandering around the union squinting wouldn't look where they were going, would all bump into each other and the room would be filled with blood and pain and nightmarish images as seen in Luis Bunuel movies. I think that was what they said, anyway. Incidentally, a few people have said that the last time I Reported Back I didn't give enough details away. The simple reason for that is that I couldn't remember any, because I was very, very drunk. Sat in the pub, topping my glass of vodka up under the table, I accidentally managed to drink rather a lot without really realising. It really didn't have a very good effect on my memory. I do remember almost leaving my bag behind, and giving Jeremy a big hug. But not very much else. Miss Vilkas (who was one of the people who wanted to know more about the last picnic) said that four years ago she lived in Scotland. It reminded me of the many, many hours I used to spend in the university library (in Scotland, natch), and how I would always see the same people there day after day but be too shy to ever talk to anyone. There was one girl who looked like her name should be Vilkas or something equally exotic: she had bright blonde bowl-cut hair, and looked strangely Scandinavian. Of course, nobody was allowed to talk. It was a library. So, yes, the gig. It was rather good - well, it *was* B&S. Better than the Usher Hall gig, at least. I don't think it matched their previous QMU gig, though, which was a bit mad. They played lots of songs that they don't seem to play very often, like I Don't Love Anyone. They played Stars of Track and Field, too, and I don't think I've heard them do that one live before. We thought it seemed a bit of a shame that nobody was dancing, even right in the middle. Over at the sides, Ailsa was dancing and I was bouncing around a bit, but in the middle of the crowd everyone seemed to be stuck stock-still. Shame. Name-dropping paragraph: big hugs to everyone I saw who was there, which includes Danny and his friends, Sweetie and Richard (who buggered off somewhere else), Gordon, Michael, Lucy, Ally, Gav, Sarah, Carey, Richard, Ailsa, Genevieve, Rachel, and David Moore. Hello to everyone who wasn't there too, such as the other lucy, and, um, almost the entire population of the planet. Even now, i still feel guilty if I don't eat all of my dinner, or if I see a bag of baguettes lying wasted on the pavement. xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+