Criminy! It's been ages. Gumption and chattiness take time to accrue and intersect and lately I'm all action and no talk, especially should the action be participation in sporting events, be they bowling, ice dancing, ice staggering, footie watching and subsequent drunken stumbling. So hello again. Suggestion for enjoyment of this post: imagine I'm cute and wearing fishnets and hotpants. This Easter finds the resurrection of... HEADINGS my favorite postal affectation. Chris Jones used them, and Chris, if you bring scissors to the pre-Brixton picnic I'll give you a haircut--I'm good at cutting all hair except my own, which is why I haven't had a haircut since the regrettable wannabe Gregory's Girl forced bob of nearly two years ago. Egads! It's time for a trim. REPORTING BACK, WAY BACK Beans just DJed recently. Did anyone go and revel in the funk? Miss JennPB and I had so much fun dancing to his Funky Four Corners set at New Year's that we were sure our arches fell, and we were dead happy about it. We managed to hobble down Sauchiehall street towards our hotel along the frozen streets, skirting the kilted men airing their parts in the cold, squabbling couples, slick spots and strappily-attired ladies. I carried a priceless Polaroid in my pocket of Jenn and I posed with some newsboys, taken earlier that evening upon their mistaking us for Chloe Sevigny and Tara Palmer-whatever. That evening we also ate the world's best curry courtesy of the Wee Curry Shop of Buccleuch street, then spotted palely colored popstars at the other 13th note and contained our over-excitement with beer and the finest table football this side of the mid-Atlantic ridge. CONTEMPLATIVE BIT There was something about finally visiting the city of origin of a band that's occupied my "favorite" categories for so long that made things fall into place somehow. I suppose it's much along the lines of the reasons literary tourism can make sense--to see the same things, physically occupy the same space as that of an artist whose work affected you far away in space and time. Half pilgrimage, half exploration. Only more interesting and less intellectual than I am making it sound here...it was sunny the day we climbed the necropolis, tipped into the category of amazing for its view of the city--the dead and their monuments ranged like an audience for the river valley and mountain ridge with its delicate single line of fog-blurred trees in the distance. So many cities place their dead in out-of-the-way locations, not occupying real estate with prime southern exposure. Next to this, a very shiny industrial structure bloomed--the kind of thing that seemed as if it was made entirely out of stainless steel, as if toast or coffee would come out of it, not fumes or flame. MORE CITY NOTES Jeremy mentioned a quest for green space near Covent Garden. Handy tip: there's a small park hardly anyone seems to notice, right opposite the entrance to Temple tube but raised from the Embankment and I forget what it's called. Though it's about ten minutes' walk away from Covent Garden, every time I go in there to sit with the stark rosebushes and kill time before my classes start, no one is in there. I recommend it if you're around there and looking for a parkish place. REPORTING NOT SO WAY BACK The sparkly Rachel F and I wore suitably textured tights for the occasion of Tigermilking. Though it took awhile for everyone, apart from a few impressive pioneers, to work up to dancing (and though I'm guilty as well, kids, we all know if you can't get it up you may as well stay at home). The smut quotient was raised to an acceptable level thanks to Ken's interpretive dance to concepts like "arab strap," "best sex she ever had," and "famous for showing her chest." Though I recall he had some help on the last one. I embarrassed myself by saying incoherent things to several people I'd never met before, and was recognized by a lad I'd met at the same event a whopping two years ago, which impressed me greatly. DID THE GROPING IN A COWBOY HAT Archel reported on the Pow!erful Indieness of last Sunday, during which time Marianna and I separately attracted the attentions of at least one other friendly Camera Obscura spectator. Hoo boy, that was a tightly packed room. It was good to see the band play again and admire their stylin' footwear and fashion sense besides the tunes. YOUR FOOTY DON'T STOP It was quite educational to see the fitba Battle of the Lists. I think our side yelled more at/to each other, which might have served the same purpose as the Japanese martial arts "kiai," allowing for expression and thus further utilization of the youth and speed advantage for the thorough trouncing dealt to the opposition. Some nice ladies named Rachel, Rachel, and Dimitra gave me liquor, then the deceleration of the day found me centripetally drawn in to a discussion of literary matters and debate of the true meaning of "jangle". I would have been a voice of ignorance but for the fact that I am quiet in the first place and thus my ignorance can (and should) remain an aspect of my mystery. RUCKUS Lo many long seasons ago, another Jones, this one a Mike, posited:

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i laughed rather hard when i read the suggestion of "yo! belle and sebastian" for the new LP...perhaps belle will change her name to "the IZA" and struan will be "ol crusty wanker" from now on. oh, i cannot wait.

[I can't get the right link copied to this, but you too can type in "crusty wanker" in the search engine and hey presto!]

I believe that the new song titles bring this closer than ever to being a reality. I bet titles like Enter the twee (Glasgow style), B&S clan ain't nothin ta f' wit, Da Mystery of Celloplayin', etc. could be around the corner. Okay I'll stop right there. I recall mention of the method of composition of these songs, that they were directly influenced by the band's viewing of the movie in progress and then composing according to the movie, and so I assume a certain uh...removal? Someone tell me how incorrect I am. ASSESSMENT --->attempted to flirt --->used headings --->cursed --->mentioned Ken Chu If you have been affected by any of the issues raised in this post, please feel free to contact the SGS Action Line at the address above. Look out Brixton! Yours with spring-like girlish glee, SGS PS When's the next London bowl-a-thon? It's time I got up the guts to challenge Ken's DDR supremacy, since I can't surpass his bowling style or prowess. I am the giraffe to his gazelle. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world’s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+