oh my aching liver. Christmas, eh? Just an excuse to get pished all weekend i reckon. Unlike Mr Moore, I managed to arrive at the Bull & Gate just in time to see the pines leave the stage, which was a shame, but the rest of the evening was GRATE. Much nattering and discussion of the end of the maker, and certain styooooodents getting (many) drinks bought for them by older men, along with dancing to a rather sub-standard disco, better than no disco though. To add to Dave's list of those in attendance Mr Hopkins and Martini Robinson were also "in tha house". Then it was back to rotherhide in a minicab, discussing the relative merits of madonna, michael jackson and whitney houston with a very friendly driver. Saturday started with a greasy spoon (mmmmmm, bubble and squeak), and then eventually on to Notting Hill, for the Bax (a band who seem to divide this list into lovers and haters, more than any other apart from possibly radi*head). Listees present included The Pinefox, Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, GlamPam, Lixi, Mark Hester, Dafyd Strange, Big Stu (back from peru), The delightful Ms Mcarthur, and, making a comeback more surprising than lazarus, KEVAN COOKE. Later on we were also joined by Sally M and Joey Reynolds. I was also accosted by Paul from Strange Fruit who informed me that they have a picture of me dancing (quelle surprise) at the last Strange Fruit which they are going to put on their website, but which isn't there yet cos i've just had a look. The bax were unfortunately marred by the sound system, which would have shamed a school disco (I blame alan mcgee myself), but the sharing of pressies and free cds with the audience more than made up for it, well that and the eleventeen bottles of Troy (so flavourless, yet so alcoholic). Despite the fact that no one came up to me to claim their prize (a misguided idea of mine in the first place i think), the prizes were still handed out liberally, i gave kisses to a lot of the people who were there**. The good thing about gigs in notting hill for me is i can get on the red bus back to oxford from notting hill gate, thus eliminating the need for late nite pissed up tube journeys, which are never pleasant. **I'd like to point out that these were Hershey's chocolate kisses and not snogs or anything, oh no, that's right out. Then last nite I went to mrs carsmile's xmas work do, which was rather fun, although i may have had one long island iced tea too many... so now i'm going to sit at my desk and do as little as possible this afternoon, then go home and get some sleep. Oh no, i've just remembered I'm meant to be going to see terrorvision tonight, the horror... xoxo CarsmileSteve +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+