Hi de hi campers! There I was, sitting on the coach with Arantxa, about half an hour from home, wondering what I was going to take my last photo of when everything started to go a bit misty. First of all I figured my brain was just a bit addled after all the booze I drank on Saturday, or that maybe, after B&S on Sunday, I'd decided that my life was complete and the mists of the afterlife had descended to carry me off to Narnia. Unfortunately life's never quite so melodramatic is it? Anyway, other people noticed the smoke ( for aye, 'twas smoke ) and told the driver and we all ended up huddled together on the hard shoulder like a flock of shorn sheep in a snowstorm. It turned out that a drunk old Scottish man had been sitting in the toilet, smoking and singing, and must have set fire to the toilet seat, or his pants, or his polyester moustache, or something. But just in case it was anything slightly more serious like the engine being about to explode we had to wait around for another coach for half an hour. Grrrr... So the coach came, and our driver drove off in the first, smoke-filled coach like Biggles, valiantly landing a burning plane. We arrived back eventually, after about ten hours travelling, to the drunken, drunken singing of that drunken man and Stuart's perfomance the day before seemed a long time ago. Anyway - the Bowlie was ace, wasn't it? It's a bit of a culture shock coming back to a place where people aren't so friendly and sweet, and you don't bump into famous people in the street. The loveliest people of them all were the Sinister folk of course - Alisdair the footballing superstar, Kevan, Ailsa, Mark, Vicky, some bloke in a hat, Matthew, Fluffy Sarah who I kept bumping into when I was lost and confused, and lots of other people who were pointed out to me and I expect I just leered at hopelessly. Cornelius were a pleasant surprise, Mercury Rev were a bit disappointing, but Belle and Sebastian were astonishing, I really didn't think their sound would come across so well. I loved Winter Whatsit by the way. Stuart D is de man. Then there were the red sheep and Vegas amusements and Stuart's hat and that funny bluecoat and a strange party we ended up at and lots of other memories that haven't quite sorted themselves out yet. I think it's time to go back to bed. Next Bowlie, Saturday, my place, bring your own pop. Robin xxxxxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+