Sinister: The Campaign For Bigger Knockers

[PJMiller]

Thai news: Motolo the elephant is a bit better thank you after his
operation to repair his completely blown to bits foot. The sight of a
sufferinng elephant is terrible indeed. In the paper they said he'd
stood on a mine in Burma or somewhere like that, but on the telly they
said he'd stood on a mine in Thailand, which is apparently full of
mines. I didn't know that. Is it true? Only one person has the
answer...

Pop news: I'm having a bit of a crisis of faith....pop faith. I've had
enough, it's all rubbish. I want sounds to soothe my soul without
resorting to tweeness or whining. The other day I watched a
documentary about Mister Borges. I couldn't understand a word he was
saying to be quite honest. One of the interviews was filmed in an
airport in the days when air hostesses dressed like that (you know
what I mean) and you could hear all the anouncements. It was
unspeakably groovy. The reason I mention this is the music, lovely
lovely music from Mr Astor Piazzola or something. Up until then I had
always thought that the tango was an event on Bruce Forsyth's
Generation Game, and nothing more. Not so. I've had a look for Astor's
records, but I could only find two, one with a very hairy and very
flarey Gerry Mulligan and one with the Kronos Quartet that only lasts
26 minutes. This is a cry in the wilderness for information.

Yes, Trousers, Roger Daltrey did star in a film with Chesney Hawkes,
the unforgettable "Buddy's Song", the big screen continuation of the
even more unforgettable "Buddy", one of the few schools programmes to
get a showing on normal people's telly. Roger played a demented teddy
boy unable to bring his son up properly. They were on Saturday
Superstar together to promote it. I can remember it worryingly well.
Worrying because at that point I hadn't decided to be a Roger Daltrey
fan.

Like most listees, I've been tirelessly scouring the world's literary
heritage in search of the words "sleep the clock around". This is the
closest I've come:

"We found the Colonel and reported the death, feeling more like
murderers than ever. Then we went to bed and slept the clock round,
for there was no more in us."

That was from "Thrown Away", a Plain Tale From the Hills by the king
of the swingers, the jungle VIP himself, Rudyard Kipling. He gets a
lot of bad press, does Rudyard Kipling, but anyone who can invent
Baloo the Bear is all right by me. Get with the beat, Baggy!

"Florida Fantasy" or "Miami Fantasy" or whatever it's called is much
better than "Everybody's Talkin'". The book of Midnight Cowboy is
really rude. So is the film really.

Fluffy wrote:

So why aren't the US picnics held up Capitol Hill? You could munch
your
sandwiches and indulge yourself in witty banter and have a good old
kickabout and the like, AND THEN BURN THE CAPITALIST CONGRESS FUCKERS
TO
THE GROUND and declare a national state of emergency and WE, comrades,
will raise the red flag and declare The Sinister Nation!!

I don't agree with what you said, but I like how you said it. I miss
Duke. Has anyone heard the new Kevin Rowland single? I haven't, but
I've seen the advert. Has he kept the faith, or is it a load of shit?
Isn't Capitol Hill where Forrest Gump has a paddle?

Sister Disco

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