Minutes of The Tiny Dancing Social Committee Annual Planning Meeting

Present: Mr. Tiny Dancer, Mr. Crisp Debris, Mr. Ricky Stardust, Mr. Casanova Cox

Apologies: None

Location: Mr. Dancer’s Lodgings


Mr. Dancer welcomed all to the meeting, and thanked them for attending. He also congratulated Mr. Stardust and Mr. Debris on their recent co-habitation, commenting on the elegance of the arrangement. Mr. Cox also offered his congratulations. Mr. Stardust and Mr. Debris offered their thanks in return.

Mr. Dancer confirmed that the purpose of the meeting was to agree the first outing of the year of The Tiny Dancing Social Committee, and stated that he hoped a suitable agreement could be made that met the requirements of all concerned. All confirmed that they were hopeful that this could be achieved in a timely fashion.

Mr. Debris asked where more ale could be found, and was directed towards the local emporium. He decided to remain for the moment.

Mr. Cox commenced proceedings by stating his vehement opposition to attending the Glastonbury Festival this year, indicating that after last year’s farce, his patience had been pushed beyond the pale. Mr. Stardust seconded this feeling, Mr. Dancer concurred. Mr. Debris stated that as long as he had breath in his body, he would not sleep in a tent. It was therefore decided that The Committee would not attend the Glastonbury Festival this year.

Mr. Stardust took the opportunity to recount an amusing tale, wherein Mr. Baker (S), an acquaintance of The Committee, relieved himself of his dinner in a stranger’s tent whilst watching Bjork at last years Glastonbury Festival. All found the tale very amusing, and Mr. Cox thanked Mr. Stardust for reminding him of the occasion.

Mr. Debris enquired as to whether there was any wine available. Mr. Dancer stated that there was a bottle of port in the pantry, which was swiftly fetched by Mr. Dancer’s man.

Given Mr. Debris’ strong feeling against the use of a tent as a means of accommodation, Mr. Dancer moved The Committee’s attention to the forthcoming All Tomorrow’s Parties functions, taking place at Butlins Minehead and Pontins Camber Sands.

It was explained to Mr. Debris by Mr. Cox that attendance at said extravaganza would allow him to sleep in a bed in a chalet. Mr. Debris confirmed that he would find this agreeable, as it would allow him to reside in a manner as a gentleman might expect, and not in a fashion that would not even be suitable for swine, at which he consumed a generous glass of port with a decadent flourish.

Mr. Dancer then moved proceedings on to the tricky choice of whether to attend the Minehead or Camber Sands Parties. Much heated debate was held on the aspects of both options, with the pro and contra arguments given equal regard. At one point, Mr. Debris attempted to leave the meeting without prior warning, but was persuaded to stay by Mr. Dancer, with the help of a brass poker.

Following a sustained period of in depth and intellectual deliberation, the balance of opinion was deemed to favour Camber Sands. At this point, Mr. Cox reminded The Committee of the performance of Mr. Baker (T), an acquaintance of The Committee, at the first All Tomorrow’s Parties in 2000, which included accusing Mr. Lamacq of being "two bob" and the excellent achievement of consuming ale through his blouse. Everyone agreed that it was a most commendable performance, and that all hoped that similar feats could be achieved in Mr. Baker (T)’s absence.

Mr. Dancer dispatched his man to the local travel agent, to make the appropriate preliminary arrangements for The Committee’s attendance. A celebratory port was taken by all.

Whilst this business was taken, Mr. Dancer confirmed that he was very much looking forward to taking in the performance of A Place To Bury Strangers whilst at the event, and Mr. Cox agreed that he was very much anticipating their performance, especially given their reputation as New York’s loudest band.



A Place To Bury Strangers – Missing You


Mr. Stardust concurred with Mr. Cox, and added that he was glad that the chance would be presented to renew his acquaintance with Mr. Lekman, of whom he had not had the opportunity to discourse for some time now. Mr. Debris agreed that it would be excellent fortune to take ale with the Swedish troubadour once again, with which he took up the bottle of port, and drained the remaining liquor.



Jens Lekman – A Little Lost


Mr. Cox took the opportunity of Mr. Debris being silenced by intoxication to confirm with The Committee that his anticipation was piqued by the planned encounter with Fuck Buttons, after a recent appraisal of the Bristolian ruffians synthetic noisings and shoutings. Mr. Dancer was in the process of agreeing, when his man returned and confirmed that all had been arranged with his travel agent.



Fuck Buttons – Sweet Love For Planet Earth


The sound of rejoicing roused Mr. Debris from his slumber, from which he emerged with a somewhat disagreeable disposition. This was exasperated by the discovery that there was no more ale or spirit or wine in the vicinity, and in order to placate him, The Committee took the decision to retire to the local hostelry.

Before they departed, Mr. Dancer requested whether there was any more business to be had, and with nothing tabled, it was agreed that the next meeting would be held at the earliest opportunity, with the possibilities of attending The End Of The Road Festival and Bestival still to be explored.

With that, Mr. Debris burst forth from the lodgings whilst spouting extreme vulgarities, and the meeting was closed accordingly.


Tiny Dancer


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