'The Scene' - A Mystery Story

I've been informed recently about 'The Scene'.

Apparently, 'The Scene' is happening right now. It could be happening next door, it could be happening in that club across the road. It could even be happening in your right shoe. It is ‘The Scene’.

It would seem that only those in ‘The Scene’ can trace its mystery, and track its strange and majestic movements. It swoops down on those worthy of being a part of ‘The Scene’, bestowing them with a vaulted and awesome position, whether they be musicians, writers, promoters, whatever – the lucky few become the protectors and instruments of ‘The Scene’, expanding its beneficence, keeping it not only alive, but thriving and growing.

Others can embrace ‘The Scene’ of course… of course!! ‘The Scene’ is liberal, open minded, open hearted, a rounded ‘Scene’. Just follow the right bands, go to the right nights, do the right things. Talk to others not for your own benefit, but for that of ‘The Scene’. Think not of what ‘The Scene’ can do for you, but what you can do for ‘The Scene’. Embrace ‘The Scene’. It is your friend.

And at those strange times that you are finding yourself enjoying something that has not been taken into ‘The Scenes’ loving arms – a band who flaunt their filthy, unusual, unfamiliar influences, a club night that refuses to conform, even (God forbid) stopping in on a night, watching crappy telly, reading a book, not even physically approaching ‘The Scene’ – stop yourself. Think to yourself… “is this all that I can do for ‘the Scene’?”

Pisco Sour Hour has stared in the face of 'The Scene'. We have seen it, and faced it, and then fucked off down to the oldest, old man's pub and played dominos whilst wearing cardigans, leaving ‘The Scene’ to continue on with its Machiavellian ways. And we had pie and peas, and listened to Scott Joplin and classic disco. And we were happy.

Pete

The Internet Encourages Stupidty... again...

Right... check this...

A News Story About a Stupid Fucking Idea

Ok... there's an institution that already does this. You don't have to send the books through the post, or wait for them to arrive through the letter box (or, more likely, get one of those cards which mean you have to go to the Post Office at the crack of dawn). You can actually see the book before you decide you want it, flick through it, read a few pages to see if it clicks with you. There are people there - real live people! - who will chat to you, suggest other things, listen to stories about your gammy leg, and how the weather's turning. And get this... its fucking free.

Your local public library will not charge you a tenner a year. Please support my campaign to find the people responsible for this new "first online cooperative library", and to take them to their local public library. Watch them crumble, as they realise their super and smashing, Pimms-fueled, arrogant middle-class fucking idea is actually a load of unneccesary bollocks, which only got off the ground 'cos it involved that panacea of communications media, the Internet. Twats.

Pete