Denzil was alive and well and in Manchester when I was lucky (?) enough to witness a fine two-star performance from him (although a performance of eighties wonder group 5-star would have been a treat) in the Hop & Grape, Manchester University Students Union. I think he may have been supporting Mr R Hitchcock of surreal story and spotty shirt fame. I thought I would always remember Denzil's set for one line, which was something to do with Sid James, but as I've clearly forgotten even that little detail, it would be slightly rich of me to make that claim. Anyway, having been charmed by the man's subtle wit, it was to much delight that I found a copy of his excellently titled album "Pub" in Vinyl Exchange in the same city. Even more exciting was the realisation that the cover featured, in glorious cheap technicolour-substitute, a foaming pint of beer. For £1.99 it was actually cheaper than a pint in London. If anyone wants a copy I suspect there are still about three trillion or so left in the store, although they may be used now to keep the door open on hot summers days (in Manchester?), along with several Blow Monkeys albums and a rare but still worthless copy of an album by The High. I hate to be party to anything involving lists, but as people have mentioned shoe-gazing, I thought I'd mention that The House of Love just could be the best band of that era. In fact I named them in a pressure-question-in-the-pub scenario a couple of weeks ago as my all-time indie band. B&S aren't vulgar enough, although as soon as they introduce what the unique Gary Crawley would describe as 'buzz-saw guitar' sounds into their music, they may fall under the majestic umbrella that is Indie. I have made an intriguing ten-pin bowling discovery. I can only bowl to certain types of music. At the beginning of the third and final game of a gripping contest on Saturday, the bowling alley people switched the music to a toe sliding finger waving seventies medley, during which I scored three consecutive strikes. Celine Dion (remixed) came on and I totally flunked. More seventies grooves were accompanied by a spare and a strike, and eighties stuff resulted in a disappointing end to the game. Does anyone know of any seventies theme bowling alleys where I can strut my ever so funky bowling flavas? Thanks to all those who cheered me up with crap jokes the other day. They were crap. But they cheered me up. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+