It's all coming out into the open now, isn't it? I too must confess to a (limited) familiarity with The Incredible String Band. Unfortunately I sold my two CDs quite a while ago. (That's the trouble with selling things, you always regret it in the end. Even if you get 250 smackers for it, you're bound to fritter it away on other loony tunes or nonsense.) I was quite partial to the song "Funny Little Hedgehog", obviously a by-product of a particularly hefty bong session. For reasons beyond the comprehension of mere mortals, this particular area of Spain (or the Basque Country, please yourself) is rife with Incredible String Band albums. I don't know if anyone actually buys them. There's loads and loads of them. Can't say they remind me much of Belle and Sebastian, but you never know what's around the corner. Just how many people on this list have got wierd beards? Can I have a free rant? Thank you. I've just spent the entire afternoon translating some crap about clothes, including the phrase; "...blah blah blah...will offer proven and timeless styles that every woman desires and wears. In a nutshell (note nifty Orange Juice reference), indispensible clothes that never become unfashionable...." As if that wasn't traumatic enough, I get home to a mumbled message on the answerphone telling me that it's the wrong bloody document after all! What do I do? Go round and punch his lights out? Get pissed? Honestly, I don't know what the world is coming to. Sorry about that, but I had to get it off my chest, and there's no-one else in the house. Should any of you come across the Cottonfield Basic Line range of boring and practical clothing, BURN IT! Knitwear!!! what a stupid word! This should also answer Keith's question as to what I'm doing in Spain. Translating the wrong bloody document, that's what I'm doing. At least today. Other days I'm either an unemployed layabout or a struggling artist. Depends how you want to look at it. And belated thanks to Charlotte for the Taggart information. Yes, I did go to that famous seat of learning perched atop Gilmorehill. It earned me the right to translate the wrong documents. I voted for Winnie Mandela. I saw Taggart outside a tube station once. He looked just as miserable as he does on the telly. I'm not bloody surprised. Now I have to translate a contract about a mystery product that must be sold from a white cupboard. I kid you not. Although I'm moaning I'm quite happy underneath it all, because it's bloody difficult to get translation work. Ironically, the bosses tend not to trust beginners. I'm desperately trying to think of something B&S related...they've been removed from their prominent display position in my local record emporium. I don't know where they've put them all, because they won't fit in the racks for all the Incredible String Band goodies. Peter ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net -----------------------------------------------------------------------