Wow! Carnegie Hall!! Big time! Flipping heck, they're far bigger across the water than I ever realised! The water being the Firth of Forth, of course, but I'm sure Carnegie Hall, Dunfermline compares pretty well to Carnegie Hall, New York. I mean, all the legends have played there - the Krankies, Glen Michael, perhaps even Sydney Divine. And it's pretty near a bus station as well, for added Belle and Sebastian cliche factor, although most of the buses that go there are Stagecoach buses, and we don't like them, do we? Oh no. But if you ever do go to Dunfermline bus station, for whatever reason, don't go into the shopping centre next to it - it's full of neds and the sausage rolls in the cafe are extra greasy and will have you going to the toilet for days. Some people have posted reports about the Stuart David/Peacock Johnston readings. Everyone's favourite Denny denizen Sweetie was going to write about the Glasgow one, but she hasn't, so I thought I might instead. It'll never be as good, but y'know, we'll try our best... Actually, I'm not entirely sure what to write, as I spent most of it unable to concentrate due to needing a pee (my suggestion of staying in the pub had, unfortunately, been rejected) and being unable to go as I was sitting in the front row, having arrived too late to grab the seats up the back and pretend to be hard. But from what I could tell it was pretty much the standard nonsense that had happened elsewhere: swearing, mumbling, a bit reading, a bit music, and glue sniffing. Although it did differ in that Evil Bob had moved on from the Pritt Stick reported in Oxford to Spray Mount, which took me back to the good ol' days of working in the production department of an advertising agency, when we used Spray Mount all day and used to buzz around like giddy little bunnies, before going home with terrible sore heads. Ignore what people tell you about all the cocaine advertising people take - they don't need it when they've got Spray Mount! Anyway, like little Ronnie Corbet in his Pringle sweater and big chair, I digress. What disturbed me most was that some people have said they got free booze at these readings. Why not in Glasgow?! A city perhaps most famous for mad, mad drinking! I am shocked. There also seemed to be more music elsewhere, we only got the enhanced version of Rhinestone Cowboy. I was also shocked by the timidness of the audience - I thought Glasgow audiences were notoriously rawkous. Obviously not audiences full of Stuart David fans, so there weren't many questions. A chap in the row behind me, who I'm told bore more than a passing resemblance to occasional list memeber Jason Andreas, did ask the most important one, though - does Stuart David smell of wee? To which Mr. Peacock replied "Are you still at fucking primary school, son?", although Evil Bob did say that he smelled "pretty bad". It wasn't specified whether this was of wee or not, however. Then some idiot in the front row, who may or may not look just a tiny wee bit like Nick Cave (although he can't really see it himself) asked whether Peacock thought that he could take Frank Begbie, only to be informed that Frank Begbie was, in fact, a fictional character. And that was about it, really. There was a bit of confusion at the end when some people getting their books signed didn't seem to have realised that it was a joke and told Peacock to leave Stuart David alone, as he was a genius, or something. I didn't buy a book, cause I'm Scottish and therefore a miser (and I'd given my money to people to buy books for themselves and absent members of the frighteningly named Sinister List organisation). Peter Miller asked about Dunoon. I was nearly killed by an American nuclear submarine while on a boat from Dunoon to Rothesay. That's all I remember about it. SO yeh, that's it...erm...see you all at Dunfermline bus station. Ian N. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+