Sinister: Stow College and smut

[Nick Dastoor]

Idling away my last weeks in this ikky job, I found the following
titbits (in America they call them tidbits because they are woosy like
that) from the Scottish Press.  I like the T-shirt idea - it would be
like a Kids from Fame for the 90s.  But has anyone any idea why Belle
and Sebastian are seen as in league with food pornographers?  I mean I
did hear about Stuart M and his chocolate fingers, but...

From: Daily Record 07/05/98 

The Stow-aways. 

Students chart a popular business

Stow College is a world of new and exciting opportunities!
We want to give you a glimpse of just some of the options that are
available for adults and school-leavers here.
[...]
And at Stow College, music-mae course is a man who knows all about the
business - Alan Rankine, who formed part of the great eighties pop
band The Associates.
[...]
Bands discovered after the College quest include current critics'
favourites, Belle and Sebastian.
They have made Alan a firm promise that they will wear college
T-shirts when they debut on telly's Top of the Pops.
"They are currently recording their third album and have enjoyed great
success," added Alan, who has produced records all over the world.
"Something like 40 record companies and around 20 producers sought to
sign them up.
"But it was Stow College students who picked them out as something
really special and that's been great."


From: The Herald 04/04/98 

Compelling nightmare for the persecution fantasist

Being allergic to trendy Belle and Sebastian-loving food
pornographers, I had been avoiding Island Harvest (BBC1, Sunday), but
for the final journey to Harris I relented and was reluctantly
charmed. Nick Nairn is a walking Wiszniewski canvas, a long-limbed
Beautiful Boy with a tousle of cropped curls and an unexpected dash of
machismo. He sails! He dives! He skins tomatoes with a blowlamp! He
eats scallops raw from the shell and turns a burly Highlander's
stomach by promising "you can still feel them pulsing as they go
down!". Not that he was always
in perfect control. "Have you got the net?" he babbled excitedly,
preparing to land his first seatrout. "You're standing on it," the
gillie replied forbearingly.
But even this minor humiliation served a purpose. Island Harvest
offered us an almost mystic celebration of Things Scottish, lumping
the heart-stopping landscape, the wise and weathered gillie,
the flexing seatrout just pulled from the loch, and the warm mutton
salad into the same sacred category. Add the cry of the curlew and a
haunting soundtrack of Uilleann pipes and a nation swooned in self-love.
Nairn's cuisine was all seductive simplicity. Of course, we're never
actually going to cook anything we watched him make on screen, any
more than we are about to emulate Rick Stein or Antonio Carluccio or
Ken Hom or, heaven forbid, the two fat ladies. But the dishes were
prepared so speedily, from such gratifying brief lists of ingredients,
using nothing more improbable in the way of equipment than a virgin
baking tray, all of which enhanced not our sense of culinary
possibility but our awe. This man is an artist. The only pity is that
the mini-masterpieces he creates have to disappear down someone's
gullet.


NickiDee
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