Sinister: Dribble, drool

[mummy i've grazed my knee]

Well, nobody seems to have completed the 'B&S in London story', so I
will try, although those that played a more active role might be able to
do it better.

Let's start from the beginning anyway.

EXCITABLE BATH

I took a very hot bath on Tuesday night to make sure I would sleep. I
then proceeded to wake up at 5 am, too full of the joys of a Belle And
Sebastian gig day to go to sleep again.
Every conceivable thing went wrong on the bus journey to the station,
but I made it with 20 seconds to spare. A wonderful day had just begun.

PICNIC

Much has been said about this already, but myself and other members of
the YSM joined the beautiful people of Sinister in Green Park, where
profiteroles were prolific and champaign corks were dangerous. We left
early to eat macaroni cheese at Feather Boa's house, the others went to
drink Ribena in some kind of licensed establishment.

WALTON WHINING

Sam whinged at me for being slow, but I had to decide what to wear and
whether to put face paints on. Others speculated that i would look like
a tw*t and so I didn't bother.
"We're going to be late, the doors open at 7!" he cried, but we got
there in good time to sit around inside the fairy castle that is Brixton
Academy.

LIFE WITHOUT BUILDINGS

There sound was a good description of what life without buildings might
be like. Repetitive, slightly dull and a little craaazzzyyyy. i didn't
mind them, but by the fourth song, i still couldn't understand what that
mad woman was saying and it sounded like everything else they'd played.

BELLE AND SEBASTIAN

They took ages to come on, seemed like some techie problem in the
corner, but started with a wonderful rendition of STCA. To be brutally
honest, it was the least exciting of the three gigs I've seen. The
Academy was a little impersonal and people weren't getting into the
swing of things. The people around me made space so that I could bop
around lots, but they looked bemused and confused as to why I would want
to dance. Archel and Mr Apps waved at me intermittently from a location
slightly behind my person.
The sound levels were a bit off, with Struan's guitar and Stevie's being
quiet as well as the piano, but it was marvellous to hear a set so
different to the last tour, with breath taking renditions of YMMFMD's,
JATDOH and String Bean Jean. Pre Tigermilk material - Wow!!!
The steel band in the middle were bizarre. Very enjoyable but incredibly
random. F*** This S*** was odd and sounded not dissimilar to a jazz
rendition of Miraculous Technique. We all enjoyed clapping to Wandering
The Night Away. i can't get enough of that funky Legal Man either.
Afterwards, we were shunned by Mr Walton who found better company in
Jeremy and the band at the after show party, but we are reliably
informed that he didn't sleep with Isobel.
The most hilarious part of the night must have been seeing B&S hoodies
on sale outside!

FITBA - OOOHHH YOU SEXY BOYS!!!!

The one thing that most people have omitted to mention so far is
Struan's on stage invite to take part in a kick about on Thursday
outside the Royal Albert Hall at 5 o'clock.
Well, how could we miss such an event!
Trooping down on a glorious sunny spring day, we were treated to the
delights of Struan, Beans, Murray, Neil and one of the other violinists
whose name I forget playing with and against an all star team comprising
of such sini-celebrities as Ben Apps, Mark Cassarotto, Jeremy, The Boy
G, Stevie Trousers and Asm Walton (sorry if I left anyone out).
I watched patiently from the side lines, taking photos for a sinister
record and watching Belfast Bob chatting to ladies on the sidelines.
After a brief stint in goal, the immaculately dressed Mr Murdoch bounded
round the pitch with youthful exuberance, and an unrivalled amount of
energy. Beans was solid in defence while Murray fed well from the right
wing. Numbers fell as time rolled on, but the hardcore few continued to
play. Ben Apps was particularly dangerous in his capacity as a
footballer and human being while Trousers minced through the defence in
poetic style. Beans gave up and sat with Bob, showing off the new yellow
Adidas trainers he had bought. The were joined shortly afterwards by the
bizarre sight of Mick in an athletics vest as he jogged through the
park.
The match ended with a highly disputed score line, but Struan stayed
around to chat and sign things. he did reveal a few of the answers to
the London treasure hunt, including the final hiding place of the
treasure, but i don't know if I should tell you, because he might want
that honour.
We discussed the gig, he said all the journalists has complained that it
was too quiet. We disagreed. I asked if they would ever release Lord
Anthony, and he said quite possibly. He even swore, but did ask me to
excuse his French before signing a postcard of Tigermilk for me and
trying to steal my fountain pen.

It was a wonderful couple of days.

Chris Jones.
xxxx
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