Hello knitters, Well, what a Belle & Sebastian day I had yesterday what with the new album coming out and then chatting with Richard, Chris, and Mick via those nice people at MTV's chat room. It was nice to see the boys enlightening responses to inciteful questioning, especially by that Jim Rockford character, Carsmile's World Cup willy and someone wanting them to play at her wedding. I don't know. Actually I have to admit Jim's line of question was a bit dissapointing, it nearly made me tear down all my Rockford Files posters, and I would probably would have too if it hadn't been for the fact I've become quite emotionally attached to the one of him in his white bathrobe with Jim emblazoned in gold lame on his left breast. The chat, though, was made all the more interesting by the fact it seemed to take place in an Eminem chat room. Slim Shady indeed. There were also a sprinkling of teenage girls there interested in chatting to boys and as Carsmile wrote wanting some good lovin', despite my membership of the Big Gay Club faction of this NME berated institution it still made me all a bit hot udder the collar. Actually my membership of said camp is under question unless I can leave this udder obsession behind me and in the past. Anyway, there was also a lot of MTV are corporate scum comments in this chat thing too which I'm sure shook the foundations of said institution, well they were quite funny... Oh yeah and the album's fucking good too in't it? I'm allowed to say that now. I love the thick strings plastered everywhere. I love some strings, and there's enough on there to a keep a Tom with a vigorous libido's litter of kittens entertained right through to retirement. And as Gene Clark sang... Apart from Belle and Sebastian, this week I've been mainly thinking about Francis Benali the long serving Southampton full back. I've just been conjegating and deliberating, a bit like that tosser Lloyd Grossman about those posh folk making ponsey food, I mean when didn't a Findus Crispy Pancake constitiute the essential ingredient of a gourment delight? Sorry what I meant to say is I've just been wondering whether Francis' mum is proud of him or not. I'm really just not sure... And don't get me started on Doug Rougvie, largely because he'd kick my sorry foppish arse. I'm sorry to keep harping on about B&S but I know no Eminem. Apart from the "candy" but they're no substitute for Revels unlike what the bloke in my local sweet shop suggested when he broke the news to me that they were indeed revel-less or unrevelled or something. It reminded me of that recent occassion when I asked for a pint of lager and it was suggested I should have Tenant's. I really haven't got over that obviously traumatic occassion yet. I'm thinking of counselling, which let's face it is better than thinking of Benali. Anyway I was surprised to see Alasdair Cook listed as playing percussion on the new album, as the only thing I've seen him play is the fruit. But I'm sure he could give a good bang to anything if he put his mind to it. Nudge, nudge, tilt, damn my ball's dropped! Or something. Sorry but my life is a game of pinball... Anyway better go and make that life size model of Everest out of mash potato, parsley and the Marillion fan club. Things are fishy round here indeed and I don't mean the penguin sanctuary I've created in my flatmates bedroom. Oh and the new Tompaulin ep as it's great so go and get it. Te ra, Martin P.S If anyone can tell me where these scratches on my arm have come from I'd be most enlightened. Actually Casarotto have you got long fingernails? +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+