Sinister: you made me forget my dream team

[Rachel Playforth]

i've just been exiled from my own house for 4 days while we got central
heating put in.  i had a stinking cold the whole time and was really looking
forward to coming back and snuggling up to a radiator.  but despite dust and
general plumber-type shit everywhere, the bloody boiler isn't even working.
but hey, it's autumn and i love this season of mists and mellow
fruitfulness, although i think john keats was remarkable charitable
considering the arrival of cold weather must have been a nightmare for
consumptives.

i've got really into this indie dream team idea and am currently installing
my 16 in a fantasy indie mansion where we will discuss music, literature and
fashion while reclining on fantasy indie sofas and eating fantasy crisps.
joining me will be:

1. stuart murdoch (b&s) (special responsibility for sweeping floors)
2. pj harvey (solo) (girl)
3. nick drake (solo) (obsolete)
4. stuart david (looper/b&s)
5. jarvis cocker (pulp)
6. stuart staples (tindersticks)
7. thom yorke (radiohead)
8. michael stipe (rem) (foreign)
9. robert forster (go-betweens) (foreign)
10. kate rusby (solo) (girl)
11. joe pernice (pernice bros etc) (foreign)

subs
1. anthony harding (hefner/solo)
2. morrissey (smiths/solo)
3. isabel campbell (b&s/gentle waves) (girl)
4. neil hannon (divine comedy)
5. liz fraser (cocteau twins) (girl)

this sort of thing beats work any day.

caleb mentioned rachels, the neo-classical combo as opposed to the sinister
massive.  i went to see them in brighton last year and very sweet they were
too.  slightly soporific, but none the worse for that.

will porter, i'll come and work in your library any day.  i had a great time
when i worked in the library here, spending quiet moments drifting indie-ly
along the ancient, rickety balcony which so appropriately housed the poetry
collection.  also it was hotbed of barely-suppressed sexuality (no, it
really was) which is always a bonus.  unfortunately i started to get stalked
by a homeless guy who would come in and have imaginary conversations with
his mother at the payphone before finding a chair and staring at me for
hours on end.  (echoes of hefner there.)

i think we should have a sinister picnic in a library.

i dreamed i was in york last night, and got lost trying to find my
boyfriend's room in derwent college.  not surprising, as he never lived
there.  strangely, i recall thinking very clearly in the dream: i really
should try to meet up with the york massive while i'm here.
hope you're all flattered :)

luv archel xxx

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