So this is how the summer ends. With torrents and flooded gutters. I left home (home!) today just as the rain started battering down. By the time I reached the station I was so wet, I might as well have been in the shower, fully clothed. Then the rain ceased its hostilities, and left me undercover and wailing internally about nature's seeming injustice. At the time it was terrible, but I can smile about it now. I remember when it was all quiz nights around here. The bus through the deep blue evenings over Waterloo Bridge and down to the space-age architecture of Rotherhithe. The questions about time zones and airports, and always about Reality TV, presumably so that I could have something about which that I could be satisfied, rather than sorry, to be ignorant. Chris Perriman pulled the joke of the day by replacing his bonkers claim that the old Foxgloves song 'Chicken In A Bucket' sounds like 'The Model' with the seemingly even more bonkers claim that it sounds like 'Family Tree'. The trouble is, this claim is not 100% bonkers. Essentially the songs are very dissimilar; but there is just about enough resemblance at the level of the chords of their respective verses (let's say, G-D-F-C; A-E-G-D) to make the claim impossible utterly to dispel; unless anyone thinks they can do it, and wants to do it for me. Me, my fingers grow tired. Heather emerged from nowhere and referred to Lloyd Cole. If you're not going to say much, you might as well allude to Lloyd, that's what I say; and she did. Chu referred to me in his tale. I appreciated that, as no other frigger had done so. Though Chu's grasp of tense was poor, I thought his feel for detail actually rather good. There was the colour; the gin & tonic; the random references to Lloyd Cole; the Editor - yes, Chu did a pretty good job, there, if truth be told, though next time I want him to improve on this offering and write 2500 words about how grate I am. Geneva Fairport wrote about London and Glasgow and set the heather ablaze. Her post seemed to ring bells and spark flints. In fact - I have just remembered it - amid all the fab detail, she referred to the pinefox too. Astoundingly - this really is remarkable and worth reporting - she alluded to an UNWRITTEN SONG by the pinefox. In an age when most people don't even bother with the written ones, that is pure class. I fear that the San Francisco picnic, in all its exotic improbability, is a potent rival for the Great Lakes one which is said to be happening round the corner. What has happened to the Lakes picnic? Has everyone gone jumped in the lake? And why can't that last sentence be correct? It's not fair. The cars are rushing through puddles and churning up endless raindrops outside. So this is how the summer ends. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+