Gabi: yes indeed did Morrissey live on King's Road, but I can't remember what number now. Ridiculously, there's no commemorative plaque or owt like that I'm afraid ('And every slag waves me on/Secretly wishing me gone' - Moz's connections with Manchester have been at times strained 'When I lived in the arse of world'). And what do _I_ get for my trouble and pain? You guessed it - just a rented room in Whalley Range. Hurumph. And oh Nick Drake. Like a big 6ft cherub lost and slightly befuddled by this modern world (well, the '60s). Have a nuzzle round 'Bryter Layter' why doncha? You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll be envious of his shoes. Oh yes. And now he's dead. For general consumption: my pants today - at half mast. My shoes today: big clumping LA Gear brown suede Florence-out-of-The-Magic-Roundabout affairs. On my CD player today: Nanci Griffith's 'There's A Light Beyond These Woods'. Beauty ain't in it. Now then. Dreams about B&S in no undergarments, eh? Who'd have thought that a B&S fanbase would produce so many hormones? Aren't we all meant to be fay tea-drinking pansies whose greatest thrills arrive from licking knitting patterns? Or is that just me? No dreams about the boys and girls of Glasgow's finest as yet, though I did once have one about TV's Lily Savage throwing cakes. True. What does this mean, Doctor? Gloves and mittens to you all, Gazzoid. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+