Sinister: with great beer comes great insensibility

[Robert Brennan]

Hello.

Quick report back - The Greenwich picnic had turned
into pubnic before some of us even arrived which meant
NO HILL CLIMBING!  Yay!  A pleasant afternoon's
drinking, talking bollocks and not going to see Cat
Power was followed by pleasant night's Swiss
Cottaging(!) and some pleasant noodling the next day. 
Props, hugs etc to picnic mummy Paul, Picnic suggester
Liz and picnic accommodation-provider Ben.  Hellos and
hugs to Ian, Jeremy, Maddie, Archel, Carsmile, Moore,
Trousers, Marianna and anyone I missed. 

Much has been made lately of the big Isobel-shaped
hole in the US tour line-up.  Easy as it would be to
make up stories about her being knackered after
several nights of hot Robster action, it would be more
fun to make up something even more pointless as well
as lengthy.

So here's what happened...

Belle & Sebastian were driving to the Coachella
festival in their psychedelic van.  It was a long
drive so as the evening drew in they decided to find a
motel for the night.  They soon came across a run down
flophouse called The Inn Full Of Ghosts in the little
town of Haunted Gulch.  

Stuart tentatively knocked on the door.

"Who the fuck is that?"  called a voice from within.

"We're Belle & Sebastian from Scotland.  Do you have
any vacancies?"  asked Stuart, cheerfully.

"Fuck yes!"  The door opened to reveal a thin, bearded
man carrying a mobile phone.  "I'm Neil.  I own this
place but I cannae find any fuckin' guests since the
ghost started hanging aroond."

This really excited Stuart.  The rest of the band
weren't so sure.

"G-g-ghost??"  Said Chris "Beansie" Geddes fearfully. 
His best friend Stevie leapt into his arms with
fright.

"Aye,"  said Neil.  "And if I see him I'll punch his
fuckin' lights out."

"I'm not sure I want to stay anywhere that's haunted."
 said Sarah.  The best of the band nodded in
agreement.

"C'mon gang!  There's a mystery to solve!  And I don't
want to sleep in the van another night,"  implored
Stuart.  The band murmured among themselves before
finally agreeing.

"We'll have to split up," said Stuart.  "Me and Isobel
will check the bedrooms.  Sarah, Beansie and Stevie
can check the spooky cellar, the attic, the secret
passage, the outhouse and the swamp out back.  Bob,
Richard and Mick don't fit into this joke so they'll
have to wait in the van.  Let's go!"

"Uh uh," said Stevie, shaking his head.

"Oh come on, Stevie!"

"Uh uh"

"Would you do it for a Stevie Snack?"  Stuart produced
a slice of tablet from his pocket.

Stevie nodded excitedly before wolfing down the
tablet.  Soon the band were searching the motel for
clues, unaware of the sinister presence watching from
the shadows...  

END OF PART ONE

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Robster



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