Oh, wayward ones... April. Aprill. AprILL. Oh yesh, three days on a South Coast post-rock council estate and I'm as phlegmy and viscid as a helicopter full of guacamole falling on a glue factory. That's what you get when you share a cloudy plastic beaker or four of Kronenbourg (I know, I know - it wasn't a weekend of principle) with a semi-retired ex-Scouse noisepopper. Full of germs, these North Londoners. He didn't recall our old Physics teacher Tom Goddard with any more affection than I did. Tom, if you're reading this - Bernoulli, Berphooey. My chest may be as clogged as a barber's vacuum, and my head as glutinous as month-old milk, but the memories are as yet undimmed: Dastoor, seized by the same demons that possessed Macca in '73 - "Jet"*, complete with fevered sofa-bed bouncing. Ol' Snake-Hips playing deep in the latter stages of the 5-a-side campaign, soaking up wave after wave of Delgadian assault, pricking the balloons of IPC prose-monkey offence with his needle-sharp tackling. Arantxa, who seemed to have a different outfit for morning, afternoon and evening, reeling back 18 summers with tales of Arconada, Camacho, Butragueño - "just say 'Sociedad' again... for sampling purposes, you understand." Mr Chelmsford UK relieving the viral shudders with cups of java. Labradford halting time. "Play It Again, Sam". Human ashtrays. Pinefox, wandering. With a packet of Minstrels. Sun, sand, sea and sambuca (which I'd always thought was a topical solution for applying to warts. Seems I was right). No sleep 'til Sevenoaks. (* from an LP described as "tasteless and offensive" by Max Blaska - from Alaska! - at Amazon.com. He's less equivocal on the subject of "Ram".) Of course, one eventually has to return from such a bubble of unfettered faffing-about, and damp, grimy reality slaps you in the chops. Peter Jones is dead, as is Larry Linville. I read with interest (but not comprehension) that Annie Lennox Lewis Collins is to be stripped of his/her WBA belt. "Not only will his/her pants fall down", writes former Hawthorns favourite Remi Moses in today's Independent, "but he/she will have to go to back of the queue when the next batch of season tickets are released". A sad state of affairs and no danger. Mike (look at his face! Just look at his face!). __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send online invitations with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+