Gosh, check me all big with the blushing. With regards to Jay stalking the mini emo kids. How jealous am I? The best I've been able to come up with are occasional spottings of three hard core eight-year-old punks (spiky purple mohicans, dog collars, ripped blazers) who float about Kentish Town waaaaaaay past their bedtime. With regards to s/talking to pop stars. One dandy was quoted by another, "One should never talk to their idols, the gilt might rub off." I think it's a fairly good rule to live by. Of course, that doesn't stop me from following them down Kensington High St, nor does it quell my desire to use hospital information to track down their home address. In my defence of the latter, I was bored at work. Of course now that we've got ourselves a deformity clinic, most of my work hours are fruitfully spent ogling such delights as: the giant with a shrunken head! The albino! The hunchback! The man split in two - vertically! Still, digressions aside, if you do actually want some sort of interaction with your hero, you could try the tactics of a very good friend of mine. "Grab their arse." The celebs, I'm told, love it. /I/ suggest you try that theory out on August 15 when list celebrity KEN CHU (as henchman of the Red Bull Dozers) plays a show at the Winchester Club in Glasgow. I'll be there and can barely contain my excitement at the prospect of hearing the third best opening line in a song ever ("Ro-bert, your nipples are pert"), along with eyeing up the veritable plethora of Scottish Sinister Hotties who will be in attendance. In fact, the impending jaunt to Scotland almost marks the start of my intercontinental adventure! Excuse me whilst I go into 'screaming with girly hysteria' mode: I'M GOING TO GLASGOW AND EDINBURGH AND THEN BACK TO LONDON AND THEN CARDIFF AND THEN BACK TO LONDON AND THEN PERTH AND MELBOURNE AND HAWAII AND LOS ANGELES AND DALLAS AND THEN BACK TO LONDON! Ahem. I'm really awfully excited. I'll be seeing some of YOU and generally getting into mischief and shall, at one point, temporarily stop being a fashionista as I morph back into alternoverse Marianna and become a farm girl again. Still, at least I can then legitimately (http://www.catandgirl.com/view.cgi?151) wear a B+S truckers' hat. xx Miss Marianna P.S. A titbit for all you pop pickers. Two of Beyonce's outfits worn recently on CD:UK (head to foot plus accessories, yo) are totally cheapies from Top Shop. Mark Frith, will you hire me? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+