to uber-presuming hawkwind chowder

Nothing sinister meant, *******! With respect, though, your suggestion that I help distribute flyers is somewhat cheeky, mate. Such things can be good fun; they have to be! Picture the scene from my perspective, however: Given how cool ********** has been with me, I'd be like the guy at the party that no-one talks to, or talks to under sufferance! Why would I want to help out and chance being that?! Again, the social element is key, mate. We just differ on this point, it seems! Fuck it! Who cares?! Good luck to you, mate. But that basic lack of sociability, I feel - and I predict - will inevitably translate into what you are trying to do via ********, **** ******* et al. Really, if I had any kind of practical sense, I would just overlook these things and muscle into your club and try to get what I can from it. But - unfortunately in that sense, but fortunately re dignity etc. - I am more honest than that. Yeh, a high horse, perhaps. But, it has always worked for me in the past. Northampton is an odd, depressed place; where people seem at home with low expectations and low effort. It reminds me of my native St. Helens in about 1983; with it's canopy of hopelessness and unfriendliness. Your site says it recognises this factor - the disparate and alienated nature of myriad creative-types scattered about, without infastructure. That is why I got in touch with you, first-off. But there's more to addressing that issue than putting on an event and then wondering why 200 people didn't attend. I would be a prime target for your audience, but I'll be fucked if I'm going to anything where I will be made to feel unwelcome. There are so many other things to do. I know that I am cutting off my nose to spite my face; as, practically, I should be attempting to curry favour with you. Instead, I'd rather tell you the truth as I see it. I'm driven that way. That Hawkwindesque individuated vamp you extole as experimental is, for me, the aural/presentational equivalent of your proud fusty ol' gits demeanor. There is enough militating against the success of any extra-mainstream project without indulging one's unnecessary foibles. I am an instinctively positive person. Entering into that social grave would kill me. I am sure this terse message will just piss you off; but that's the wrong end of the stick. It is, though, the only end I'm prepared to show. See ya, and good luck anyway. Anthony