Hello folks As there's been so much talk about MC Tag's triumphant return to the decks I though I'd add my tuppenceworth. John said that there were no Sinisterines there to witness the evening's twinkly little star perform, but that's not true, as I was there. Just because I never say anything, it doesn't mean I'm not listening. Anyway, it was a great night with lots of girl groups and northern soul. Generally the kind of thing you want to shake your booty too. The people were er, pretty diverse and fashion-wise it became clear that this season's look pour homme is a light-up t-shirt, a dog collar and some jackboots. For the laydeez it's looking like a very hacket version of Adrienne Posta in Up the Junction (with the 90s twist of getting pissed and doing the splits on the dancefloor.) There was a nice school disco feel to the evening as every time people started dancing the record jumped, especially when Tag played that Jane Fonda record to try and piss off the indie massive. This didn't seem to work, although one of his ardent fans did suggest that there could have been "a bit more Roses, mate". Anyway, everything you have heard is true. Saturday afternoon was spend on a wonderful shopping blitz where Tag set out to buy a "soul shirt", a pair of PJs and the world's dinkiest pair of shoes. You'll be sorry to hear that he didn't settle for the Winceyette pyjamas (Are they the ones you get sparks off? Anyone?) and got something tasteful in brushed cotton instead. I'm sure he'll let everyone have a feel. Well, one of you, anyway. You'll be glad to know that we were thinking about you lot anyway and the whole weekend was a bit of a Sinister trail of fame what with the search for the Duke's book (Duke, have you told anyone your real name so they can find it?), a visit to Cafe Pop which has been named Cafe Prog in Keith's honour and em, JJs house, which we passed about 10 times, everytime Tag saying "JJ's house". Of course, there was also the chance to finally meet that nice John Warrender and the lovely Emma IN THE FLESH. Meester Miller, you were also mentioned. This was when the Smile Dj who was not Tag played a song about going down the jobcentre and I said it was the worst song I'd ever heard. It was Denim and Tag says you like them. I know you live in Spain where they probably don't have pop music, but surely that's no excuse as this really, really sucked. Anyway, the whole thing weekend was as much fun as a barrel of monkeys and if any of you get the chance to catch MC Tag on his "Put 'em on the glass" tour you won't be disappointed. Just go and ask him for "something you can dance to", like Jamiroquai perhaps and he'll be only too happy to oblige. May the faith be with you. Anne xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+