Sinister: A post-bowlie coach story

[Robin Stout]

Hi de hi campers!

	There I was, sitting on the coach with Arantxa, about half 
an hour from home, wondering what I was going to take my last photo 
of when everything started to go a bit misty. First of all I figured 
my brain was just a bit addled after all the booze I drank on  
Saturday, or that maybe, after B&S on Sunday, I'd decided that my 
life was complete and the mists of the afterlife had descended to 
carry me off to Narnia. Unfortunately life's never quite so 
melodramatic is it? Anyway, other people noticed the smoke ( for aye, 
'twas smoke ) and told the driver and we all ended up huddled 
together on the hard shoulder like a flock of shorn sheep in a 
snowstorm. It turned out that a drunk old Scottish man had been 
sitting in the toilet, smoking and singing, and must have set fire to 
the toilet seat, or his pants, or his polyester moustache, 
or something. But just in case it was anything slightly more serious 
like the engine being about to explode we had to wait around 
for another coach for half an hour. Grrrr...
	So the coach came, and our driver drove off in the first, 
smoke-filled coach like Biggles, valiantly landing a burning plane. 
We arrived back eventually, after about ten hours travelling, to the 
drunken, drunken singing of that drunken man and Stuart's 
perfomance the day before seemed a long time ago.
	Anyway - the Bowlie was ace, wasn't it? It's a bit of a culture 
shock coming back to a place where people aren't so friendly and 
sweet, and you don't bump into famous people in the street. The 
loveliest people of them all were the Sinister folk of course - 
Alisdair the footballing superstar, Kevan, Ailsa, Mark, Vicky, some 
bloke in a hat, Matthew, Fluffy Sarah who I kept bumping into when I 
was lost and confused, and lots of other people who were pointed out 
to me and I expect I just leered at hopelessly.
	Cornelius were a pleasant surprise, Mercury Rev were a bit 
disappointing, but Belle and Sebastian were astonishing, I really 
didn't think their sound would come across so well. I loved Winter 
Whatsit by the way. Stuart D is de man.
	Then there were the red sheep and Vegas amusements and Stuart's hat 
and that funny bluecoat and a strange party we ended up at and lots 
of other memories that haven't quite sorted themselves out yet. I 
think it's time to go back to bed.

	Next Bowlie, Saturday, my place, bring your own pop.

	Robin xxxxxx
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