Ricky Ross used to be a teacher in Maryhill. And somehow that really impressed me. Lloyd Cole, on the other hand, has never done a day's work in his life. And it shows. Ricky Ross, for all his gleaming production, was in the business to ENTERTAIN. Lloyd Cole only seemed to want to show off. My mate's brother threw a shoe at Lloyd Cole for "being boring" in concert. I was dead keen on "The Rattlesnakes" for a while, but eventually I started to find it embarrassing. It's just a tuneful reading list. I know who did the strings, it was Anne Dudley of The Art of Noise. She would have been better off slapping on huge swathes of their trademark "Hey! Hey! La la la!"s instead. Ditto for her later soundtrack to chick with dick flick "The Crying Game". I once saw Stephen Pastel in Maryhill, in a kind of shopping centre for unemployed people. It was quite early in the morning. I think he was drinking a can of lager, but that might be the effect of those "YA CUNT!" stories that we used to enjoy so much back in the old days. They're never coming back, are they? They changed the dole office in Maryhill from an old pre-war one to a swanky new one. It was like the difference between the Twisted Wheel and the Blackpool Mecca. I'm thinking of organising a Maryhill Dole Office Reunion All-Nighter. I'm getting on quite well with my Northern Soul book. It certainly takes me back. It's high time someone put together a study of the eighties anorak scene. It was nice to see Lawrence from Go-Kart Mozart speaking so highly of Mad Dog Murdoch. Fancy him noticing those Felt lyrics! Stuart is a one, isn't he? Thanks for sending it in. Ronnie Lane is the Poacher, isn't he? Why's that then? I believe Mojo has something to do with voodoo, so a Mojo Pin would be a voodoo pin, ergo hypodermic needle. There's some American gentleman who answers questions like this in magazines and then collects them in books. Stephen Gould? There was a good one about gay men stuffing gerbils up their arses, which I rather enjoyed. Deacon Blue were really terrible. "I saved my money". Yet they were less offensive than the Wets. I suppose Deacon Blue were more intellectual. Lloyd Cole had a manager to get a band together for him, they weren't mates or anything. It's time that manager told the whole story in a no-holds barred blockbuster book, called "Cole Scuttle". Much as I love the B&S strings, I would have preferred them to be more Bunnymenish than Lloydish, more magnificent. Lloyd Cole was from both Derbyshire and Sheffield at the same time. We need a Lloydography and The Pinefox is the man to provide it. Lloyd used to walk around (on his motorbike) with about a hundred quid in his pocket at the time of that solo album's release. I can't imagine Ricky Ross telling us how much money he had in his pocket. "That's between me and the ballot box!" he would say. It's Friday night, time to get ready for the Cleethorpes all-nighter in my head. Peter +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ August 27th Sinister Third Birthday Red Underwear Day ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+