"That Mark Cassaratto is all class." Eric Cheesybun Dear Sinister: Oh my goodness! I leave for a few days and come back to have my eyebrows singed off by a flaming anti-Markelby(-being-anti-twee) post. Markelby for god's sake! Now, to be fair, I've never actually /met/ Mark so I can't say with undisputed certainty Mark is the above quoted All Class, but the quote does come from an undisputed source. I mean, most religious types get by with a lot less proof that god is Generally Quite Swell than I have for Mark being Class. BUT being a fine upstanding South'an Boy, I take to offense when people go shootin they mouth off 'bout people they don't know. I demand satisfaction! Be it pistols or swords, dawn works for me, Pais, but I don't recommend the blades. As for the rest of you lot, SHAME ON YOU for not rushing to Mark's defence, even if he is all butch and doesn't need it! (Umm. Just in case it needs to be said, the above is to be taken with a LIGHT HEART and HUMOUR. Judging from the firey posts, some have lost a bit of this.) As to being twee, all I know is that I took a test (http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk/) that told me I was 78% twee, which is "quite twee." And I may sometimes be quite twee, but sometimes I am quite fierce. So it balances out: "for every twee there is a Llew and a time to every purpose in Glasgow." Now, back to a much more proper post. I bring you, with only slight delay, from my Vacation to New York in which the much belov'd chantuers Belle and Sebastian some... ...INK POLARIODS! ***This is me, blinking in the early morning sun as I get in my car. It's a Little Red Car, a Neon in fact, which no longer has the pong of vomit in it. I'm not often up before noon, so I look dazed and frightened by the ball of fire glinting in the East. I have a good six hours of driving ahead of me and one very good mix tape with B&S, Camera Obscura, Le Tigre, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Smiths. ***This is me, six hours later, stuck in standstill traffic in Maryland for no obvious reason. I stop from singing very loudly for a few minutes and grin as I realize Ben Affleck's place in God's Great Plan. He's in a movie -- The Sum of All Fears -- where Maryland is nuked. Ahh... the destruction of Ben and Maryland in one fell swoop. The Glory of the Lord truly shines through to me in this revelation. John, Schmohn. Patmos, schmatmos. ***This is me, running through the Brandywine Zoo. I've just been disappointed by the Bobcat (Who knew they were the size of a basset hound?) and am running up to see Jim, the Puma. Turns out Jim was dead. BUT there were Capybaras, the world's biggest rodent, and they are damn cool. They look like 100 pound guniea pigs. I realize later the absence of the otters could be explained by the fact there pen was next to these suckers. Munch Munch! ***Dusk in Prospect Park. I'm on the grass with my boots off, rubbing blisters and swearing I will never, ever move again. Ben Kweller is kwelling on stage and sounding a bit like Ben Folds before pubes. ***"Indiana Marple!" I have taken off my hat -- a rather smart straw panama -- and put it on Laura Llew's head. With her curls and wire frame glasses added to the hat, she looks like and odd fusion of heroes. I wonder if she will fight Nazis with teacups or use a bullwhip to solve murders in the English countryside. When Eric cries out the quote, I giggle for minutes on end. I am glad there's no milk around, as it'd come out my nose. ***Bubbles!! A flutter* of metros decked out in capri pants and tank tops is blowing bubbles during "Judy and the Dream of Horses." The bubbles catch the light as the breeze blows them around and every one is laughing. ***Laura's back. She's walking off with a boy. She seems to like him, but my Spidy Senses are activated. He had a weak handshake and that always bodes ill. And he's burly with the look of a man who's killed a wild animal in his life. I decided to keep an eye on him. But Llew Llooks happy. ***(Last one, I promise!) A torch on the water. It's a subway station somewhere in Brooklyn or Manhattan. A last minute train closing has left Eric slightly confused and dashing. Hobbling behind him a few paces, I turn around to look out over the water. And there's The Statue of Liberty. I grin to myself and have a sudden urge to run up and hug Eric when I realize I really am in New York. And with one of my favorite people. And it's after midnight. For whatever reason, I don't. It's late and we have to get to Queens, to see people and do things. There'll be time for mushiness later.** Yours, GayJay * It's the new collective noun for CitiFags! ** Turns out, there was! PS: Ian -- you're not the only one who thinks about Bel Ami. I think Frisky Summer Two is one of the great films of our Generation! -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ Get MSN 8 and enjoy automatic e-mail virus protection. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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