Sinister: back, right, back, back, cross, back, left, together
Rachel Playforth
R.Playforth at xxx.uk
Fri May 23 10:10:00 BST 2003
You know, it's not as easy as you might think, keeping the still small
flame of Sinister alive and well in Brighton. For one thing, I am
approximately 400 miles away from Glasgow. For another thing, the cost of
living is so exorbitantly high - because after all, who WOULDN'T pay over
the odds to live next to a doomed pier and amongst drugs, crime and
festering rubbish? - that I cannot afford to travel to that fair city, or
anywhere. Hence, I missed the smorgasbord of delights that last weekend,
by all accounts, was. For a third thing, it's been bloody raining here for
about seven years and everyone knows that B&S is really SUNNY DAY music.
I did, however, bravely struggle out to the Mackerel Fayre on Sunday.
Mackerel in various forms was, unsurprisingly, consumed, and the Salvation
Army band rocked out with renditions of Lord Of The Dance and For Those In
Peril On The Sea. I feel that Stuart Murdoch would have approved. Also,
the nets were blessed by a vicar (in fact I think he was an Archdeacon) in
order that the fishermen shall have a good catch for the whole year. Isn't
that nice?
Despite being unable to socialise with the Sinisterkids, I have attempted
to retain a life by joining a *tango class*. At least, I went to a session
last night. It is really sodding difficult. I felt about as graceful as a
gorilla in concrete shoes, which is a bugger because there is NO room for
manoeuvre where gender lines are concerned - the man leads and the woman
follows in high heels. Despite having barely picked up the most basic
step, by the end of the class I was thrust into the arms of a succession of
sweaty strangers. Which some may feel is not the worst way to end an
evening... but I think I might look elsewhere for my aerobic exercise -
preferably somewhere that doesn't involve any contact with other human
beings. Or pivoting.
I'm sure we're all looking forward to Eurovision on Saturday. I'm rooting
for Estonia, because their entry is called Eighties Coming Back, and also
Latvia (go Baltic states!) because theirs is called Hello From Mars and so
fulfils the criterion for a B&S association (Space Boy Dream in this case).
But obviously Tatu will win. Actually, if it stops raining, I might resist
the temptations of the tight-T-shirted ones and go and see a SAMBA PARADE -
the finale of the Brighton Festival. If last night is anything to go by,
watching dance is more enjoyable that actually doing it.
Also if it stops raining, I might think about a Brighton picnic. It's my
birthday on June 19th you know. Actually there are quite a few important
Sinibirthdays in June. But more imminently, I believe New York's finest
Miss Laurel has a birthday on Sunday. So think of her as you awake with
your Eurovision hangovers, and smile.
love Archel
PS. Marianna and Sharon - soon, soon you will see the light and stop
worshipping the false god Justin. I'm with Kieran and his plan for Gareth.
*******
Rachel Playforth
Resources Assistant
Sussex Language Institute
University of Sussex
Falmer, Brighton BN1 9QN
(+44) (0)1273 678006
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