Hello, I thought of doing a review of the Leeds concert, but I can't improve on Risso's. And not just because he paid me a compliment. Instead then, here's some moments to treasure from the weekend.... 1 Live at Leeds. All of it. Oh yes. Even Aberdonian bruiser John Warrender is on the verge of tears. Leeds is a 24 hour city. And is it me, or is Stuart Gardiner growing? Quote of the night from Little Sarah: "So is this what it means to rule?". Exactly. 2 At the pub before the Nottingham show, where a drunken mob inside are singing "You've lost that loving feeling", "Do you they know it's Christmas", and other hits. A man in the toilet tells Chris Leonard that "it's a sad arse that can't rejoice". 3 Running into my old drinking partner, the Boy Naughty, for the first time in 4 years, in Nottingham when he was supposed to be in Dublin. A confirmed techno enthusiast, the boy had lost his voice, but still managed to croak the words "Fucking beautiful" when I asked him what he thought of the show. 4 "Pass the duchess on the left hand side." Well, it made me laugh. 5 Isobel belting out "Poupee de cire, poupee de son". Serge himself would have been proud. Apparently someone was overheard during the song, shouting the title, the singer, the writer, the precise date of its entry into Eurovision, and the name of the engineer's pet goldfish. In the olden days, it was enough to shout "Huzzah! Splendid show". 6 Spinmaster Symington playing "I believe in miracles" by the Jackson Sisters sending me scuttling to the dancefloor. Chris and Julia laughed at my expression of rapt concentration. Philistines. 7 Tim Hopkins, after realising that his happy smiling face will be once again be gracing the gutter press, hopefully accompanied by words like "vignettes" and "maladroits". 8 The journey back from Nottingham, getting lost in Derby (Keith's helpful advice "you need to find the big fuck-off dual carriageway" was greatly appreciated) and being too proud to consult a map, then driving through "a veritable pea-souper", and singing "The day we went to Scropton" in a desperate attempt to stay awake as swamp fever set in. 9 Rod's look of sheer terror when I introduced myself to him. Rod, you don't half write some bollocks sometimes, but you're OK. 10 Lastly, Keith "I bump for a buck" Watson, whose antics almost merit a post of their own. He began by clipping my ex-flatmate round the ear, and finished by taking the phrase "flower-bed" rather too literally. Rock, thy name is Keith. So maybe the London show was too quiet, maybe it was too hot, and maybe some of the audiences could only be described as wankers. But it was a pleasure to meet you all. The kids are alright, we've got it going on, and don't you forget it. Love Tag xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+