How much is a ticket without a poxy chalet? I'm stopping up all night, mate, rogering the dodgems and jump-starting the donkeys. No, but seriously, 85 knicker's a bit steep, innit? Especially seeing as all the bands are the aural equivalent of an outside lavatory. So what I've decided to do, to subsidise the event, is to hire an eight-seater chalet and set up the Sinister Knocking Shop. It'll work like this: I'll bring along 8 ladies of ill-repute dressed up as Lulu, France Gall and other top representatives of the Yé-Yé movement, and install them in my massive chalet. Obviously, there'll be more boys than girls at the festival, so not everyone will be able to get a snog. Needless to say, that kind of thing can ruin a weekend, which is where my Yé-Yé troupe comes into its own. For a reasonable sum of money, all those boys who've been unable to get a snog can come to my den of iniquity and have a snog with the Yé-Yé bird of their choice. Demand is likely to be pretty high, so I'll install close circuit TV, so that those unable to get a snog even if they are willing to pay for it can watch proceeedings from a smaller capacity bar nearby. Good idea? I think so. Speaking of that smaller capacity bar, I advise you all to make a bee-line for it well before the Pastels come on, because it's liable to be pretty busy then. I just did a lap of honour around the house in honour of the drummer from Showaddywaddy's son representing his country at high jump. It's true, I have. That would be Caesar Romeo's son, right? Magic! On Saturday I was lucky enough to see Massiel, the Yé-Yé girl "par excellance" and winner of the 1968 Eurovision Song Contest, on the television, discussing the upcoming (but now gone) Barcelona - Real Madrid football match. She was surprisingly knowledgeable for a bird, although she supports Real Madrid (boo!). She dresses in such a way that people are liable to throw stones at her in the street, and never shuts up. I liked her quite a lot, and look forward to her next appearance. She didn't mention Belle and Sebastian, but I could tell she was a big fan from the lunatic look in her eye. Uninterestingly, she was talking to former Brighton and Hove Albion star Michael Robinson. And another bloke. Bornemouth's miles away from Hastings. Snow Patrol are on Radio Ulster or something tonight, and Katrina hasn't told us yet, so I am. Goodbye, Sister Disco +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+