Muslin prints, silk, dames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuda lowringing in the baking causeway. HMV Dublin is still there 10 years on. It has tons of good records - about 20 different LPs by Ella Fitzgerald. I was a tad surprised. They have some Lloyd Cole LPs, too. Readers in Ireland should go and buy them. Readers in England should stop and buy them. The rainstorms blasting across Merrion Square. Declan Kiberd out in paperback, though not in person. The invisibility of the baths in Tara Street. Baths? What baths? Perhaps the map just meant that the apartment building contained baths. Then why didn't it add: 'cookers'? 'Tara Street' remains a lovely name, I've always said it. The two hours' schlepp South in the midst of the night. The nonchalance with which Bewley's have a James Joyce Room with no other reference to the man. The lights of Dun Laoghaire and the Pigeon House receding through the rain from the deck of the Ulysses. (Yes - the Ulysses.) Nora Barnacle's Food Emporium. Why does Boylan's Brasserie sell Buck Mulligan's Chicken? Why chicken? 'My father's a bird'. The children who discussed Titanic. - I heard that it wasn't true when they were sailing, but it was true when they sank. - How could they have sunk if they weren't sailing? Honestly, the perversity of that one reminded me of Myles. Maybe it was cos I had Myles in my hand at the time, like a divil for the books. The Kaiser said that maybe we should write about things from the archives. But Kaiser - I do! Maybe I should join his foot. ball. team. Then I might catch up with where he's headed. He's heading for 1998. That's OK, but I still think we should aim for a bit further back. Cabbage boiled over and talked about picknickers. Name your colour, son, and don't change it. It's like taking a pen. The Velocity Girl surprised us all with her skilful imitations of Catholic hack Burgess. She left a load of fashion tips that I couldn't follow. She certainly is front, I mean, back, I mean, de retour. Anne Bancroft used the new verb 'geehawed', and said that people on sinister were gradually becoming more familiar. The thing is, in my case they're gradually becoming *less* familiar. She also said that folk were in a tizzy about B&S playing. And they are, but heaven knows I'm not. I'm more excited about the results of the Barcelona Summit. Was a plastic-guitar treaty signed? And did protesters lurk beyond the lines of riot gas and tear police, crying "I speet on your 70s WHO references!! and "Your All Things Must Pass blows!"? Honey said we needed more 'flaming'. I agree, it's good. Here goes: Edna Welthorpe is a reactionary cow who probably voted for Perot. That's how 'dumb' she is! Plus, she never posts, also. She's probably not even reading this. You know why? She can't read! Cor. More of that later. Meantime, I have to go back to HMV and think about David Jones and Leicester City Bowie. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+