Dear all, Firstly thank you Anne for your lovely words, you're welcome any time. Claire unwisely said
I would love a copy of the Divine sounds from Keith's kitchen.
Better the divine sounds from Keith's bathroom, I suppose. Keith, have you been to Finland lately? There was an article in Little Fluffy Star's favourite magazine The Face concerning the World Air Guitar championships. I'm sure I spotted Keith himself, his face contorted as if trying to shift a particularly stubborn poo. In fact the Artist formerly known as K!E!E!F! has been cropping up all over the place lately, at Emma and the Emmette's house the other day pride of place at the front of the record collection was occupied by a record by yes...you've guessed it...Keith. Kevan said:
Francoise Hardy is indeed worth a listen.
Worth a listen???? Talk about faint praise. She should be mandatory listening. Small children should be thrashed until they submit to the cleansing power of Francoise. Kevan also mentions...
an offensive drunk who often terrorises the populace of south Manchester.
...which brings me neatly to John Warrender's latest demented ramblings:
Someone made me a tape with over 40 French (presumably) one-hit wonders from the 60s. Every song is great and I was going to rattle off the list of artists here. Just to show how knowledgeable and super cool and into obscure pop I am. But erm, that would be pathetic, so I won't.
Warrender, you loser. The only thing stopping from you from wanton namedropping was the fact that I didn't give you a tracklisting.
Well I went shopping with McTaggart for pyjamas at the weekend. It was more of a smut/sad old gits crossover scenario. But I did feel kind of 'dirty' afterwards. We also make a rather unnecessary detour through the ladies underwear section.
John went on to lie through his teeth even more, neglecting to inform us that it was his idea to go to the ladies underwear section, so he could buy a bra and pantie set, claiming it would help him to "git me some indiepop kisser". Luckily we managed to talk him out of the sort of flagrant cross-dressing not seen since Count Fitchett's last Rocky Horror Show party. Corpora Arenacea said
my anaconda don't want nuns unless they got buns hon
Beeep beeeeeeeeeeep
atherosclerosis, ovarian cancer, ill-fitting-swingset-seat-bruises, and Raynaud's syndrome
In case we didn't get it, he then said it a couple more times. I was both entertained and educated by Corpora's fascinating views on body politics, and am more than happy to believe he is just as maverick and as he would obviously like us to think he is. Five days, that's all. Love Tag xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+