Ian Thorp reports from sunny Singapore

I'm at a conference in Singapore paid for by a vendor. Five days in swanky hotel with a continuous stream of presentations on how to sell more of this vendor's equipment.

I'm not a salesman never have been. Despite that fact that the company I work is exclusively interested in making wads of cash I like to at least delude myself that my job is working for the 'greater good'- not sure for instance how helping a company rip up great tracts of land to get to the minerals below is for the greater good, but as I said - I like to delude myself.

However when the first presenter said in the first couple of minutes said '…and that will help you to make more money and after all that is what we are all here for' made me feel rather sick.

There are 500 Unix and sales people here so it's a really great fun crowd I feel like I'm Edward Norton in Fight Club when he starts going nuts in meetings, I keep getting the urge to stand up and abuse these people.

Staying at the Shangri-La apparently one of the best spots in town, its not bad, apparently it has 16 acres of gardens and a top swimming pool, not that I've had chance to enjoy them as I've been stuck inside listening to presentations on stuff I really couldn't give a monkeys about. I wake up in the morning and I'm in Lost in Translation as I open my electric curtains and stare out over a foreign city. Just to add to that feeling of disconnection from the real world the carpet in the lift has the day woven into it. I wonder who's idea it was to weave 'Tuesday' into the carpet - just in case I haven't switched the TV or read the complimentary.

One good thing is the free beer, its amazing what we will do for free beer, I was willing go to the opening of packet of crisps (not cheese and onion) if there is free beer and its not like I can't afford to buy the stuff myself - although when you're in Singapore and its US$20 a litre I'm not so sure.

Escaped the geeks and salesmen and ventured out for beer - I don't remember Singapore being quite as dodgy last time around. Also got the impression the local men are not very skilled in the kitchen -talking to one chap who'd lost a finger and when I asked him how he said it'd been with a carving knife -they really need to be more careful as I saw several guys in there with same injury maybe P&P need to expand into cooking schools for men.

Sedlec Ossuary Near Kutná Hora In The Czech Republic



Grizzly But Gripping - Yes Sir!Thems Human Bones Alright.

At some point at around 3am after losing count of Absinthe chasers I met The Devil. It was in a bar, I don't remember which, somewhere in Prague in the summer of 1999.

I was in Prague on my way through Eastern Europe in a manner, that in terms of drinking and behaviour that would be best described as 'Blitzkrieg', and apart from the lack of brown and a slight leaning to the left, in a manner that Eastern Europe hadn't experienced in 50 years. It was at this point that he, The Devil, asked me if I wanted to see a church that was made of bones.
The bones of 40,000 people.

This being an offer that you don't get everyday and with the Absinthe really kicking in at this point I accepted. With some slight trepidation.

I awoke the following morning with a bad head and a bad memory. It was one of those cases where you sit straight up in bed, recoiling in horror as your brain allows a little of the previous night to come back to you. It was here that I had remembered that I had spent a part of the evening speaking to a man that was to me, quite clearly, the Prince of Darkness about accompanying him to see a church of human bones.
Surely this must have been some horrible dream. As I stirred from my top bunk and looked down I was met by the sight of Lucifer Himself looking up at me from the bunk below and asking if I was still up for the trip to church.
Realising that this wasn't some horrible alcohol fuelled dream, or if it was, it was like an 'American Werewolf in London' and I was dreaming I was awake, I smiled politely and agreed.

So we set off, 5 of us, (including The Devil) to reach the church. Now I'm sure that you are asking yourself how I was so sure that the person in question was indeed the Dark Lord. Well, he looked like The Devil for one. Tall, skinny, long pony tail, long nails, Australian and had been a tour guide, (all I believe, pre-requisites), and on the train he said some of the sickest things that I have ever heard. Things that I cannot bring myself to repeat here. Things that truly upset me, and I am fairly hard to upset. So I guess that you'll just have to trust me on this one, unless you've ever been to this place and then you may understand.

The Ossury is in a place which sounded like, 'Cunt-Na Whore -Ah': not a good start. It's about an hour outside of Prague on a train. When you get out at the station it's time to ask some local that doesn't live in the capital and therefore doesn't speak much English, where the exact location of the church is. Try to mime 'church full of bones' to someone, it's worth double points. On arrival at the church there's a small fee to go in and you get given an information sheet, not that this in any way explains WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE WOULD WANT TO MAKE A CHURCH OUT OF HUMAN BONES. The church is kinda like a normal gothic style church, however in each of the 4 corners are bells measuring the size of, say a room with a toilet in it, but not a bath or sink. Get the idea? And the rest of the place is set out like a normal church, pews, font etc. but with chandeliers that all made out of BONES. Nice. We managed about 10 minutes in the place before the overall feeling of dread became far too much and we were compelled to leave, obviously not The Devil though- he was loving it. - Patrick Kagoul

The Pitch & Putt Pitch

"Hey! You! Mr. Producer- here' some remakes for ya (seeing as your too busy tooting dust to make something original ya bastard!)."

Kill Roy - A daytime chat show descends into bloody violence. (Contains Chop Sockky).

Yo! Seventh Seal - a modern remake spoken entirely in 'Jive'.

Sleeping With The Bellamy - a steamy sex thriller set in the world of environmentalism.

Lorraine Kelly's Heroes - GMTV presenters and Nazis.

W.H.Smith Goes To Washington - life-affirming political intrigue in the stationery business.

Ice Cold In Alex - life-affirming screwball nercophiliac rom-com.

Dr. Dre-vargo - hip-hop version of the Russian epic.

The Dead Pool - with Michael Barrymore.

Yeast is Yeast - microbrewery capers.

Laurence of Arabica -Technicolor homoerotica set in the coffee business.

Jumble Fever - the W.I. get down in the 'hood'.

Three Colours: Brown - very dull remake.

Heavens, Gates! - being the comedy mishaps of the Microsoft CEO.

The T'ing - West Indian remake of the horror classic.

Shit Cargo! - glossy depression-era set musical in which dazzling cinematography is burdened with the task of carrying the films three woefully untalented co-stars.

The Patient English - a cine-verite treatment of queuing

The Pitch & Putt Guide To The Saddest Songs In The World

1. Hello, It's Me - Lou Reed & John Cale
2. These Days - Nico
3. Sorry - Galaxie 500
4. $1,000 Wedding - Gram Parsons
5. Willing To Wait - Sebadoh
6. Katy Song - Red House Painters
7. Everyday Is Like Sunday - Morrissey
8. Dear Darling - Mary Margaret O'Hara
9. I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry - The Cowboy Junkies
10. If You Could Read My Mind - Gordon Lightfoot
~Sam B.

1 - isn't it a pity - galaxie 500
2 - true love waits - radiohead
3 - i know it's over (live) - the smiths
4 - yesterday - the beatles
5 - once i was - tim buckley
6 - hello it's me - lou reed and john cale
7 - superstar - the carpenters
8 - dream operator - talking heads
9 - it's a motherfucker - the eels
10 - velouria - the pixies
11 - god only knows - the beach boys
12 - one - johnny cash
13 - say yes- elliott smith
14 - call me on the way back home - ryan adams
15 - these days - nico
~Paul B

1.Fake Plastic Trees-Radiohead,
2.Waterloo Sunset-The Kinks,
3. May This Be Love-Jimi,
4. God Only Knows-Beach Boys,
5. One-U2,
6. Flamenco Sketches-Miles Davis,
7. Friggin' in the Riggin,-The Pistols(o.k.maybe not so sad but you'ld need cheering up after all that maudling bollocks!),
8. The First Time Ever I saw Your Face-Roberta Flack,
9. A Man Needs a Maid-Niel Young,
10. Corvaire-Jim White.
11. High and Dry-Liberty X(fucking tragic!!!).
~J Sparkle

1. Wish you were here - Pink Floyd
2. Hallellujah - Jeff Buckley
3. hey, that's no way to say goodbye - Leonard Cohen
4. I break horses - Smog
5. Down by the River - Neil Young
6. Well I wonder - The Smiths
7. Asleep - The Smiths
8. Lioness - Songs: Ohia
9. Night & Day - Cole Porter (sung by Peter Skellern)
~ the Harbinger

1. parachute- nina nastasia
2. help me make it through the night - gladys night or willie nelson
3. wild horses - gram parsons
4. bright eyes - art garfunkle
5. low - because you stood still
6. tunng- a tale from black
7. Saddest Vacant Lot In All The World - granddaddy

~ John Crewdson

Artist: Sinister Footwear. Track: All Creatures...

Artist: Sinister Footwear
Track: All Creatures Great And Small


In a perfect world you'd probably be sick of this tune by now as it would have been at number one for 92 weeks. Unbelievably catchy, this instant toe tapper should be prescribed to manic-depressives. Throw away your Prozac and download it here.