A heart with legs on "If you met a girl and took her back to her
room and if there were some Nick Drake records there, you were
probably going to want to marry her..." Introductory voice over
on A Skin Too Few (voice not identified)  One person's cool is
another's acid splashed mortification. People judge cool in very
many different ways. There are few cross cultural, cross-class
and cross-generation accepted benchmarks. Maybe the colour
black, but that's it. My eleven year old's definition
encompasses hi-tech gadgets, Nintendo's Zelda and a friend of
mine who liberally swears in front of him (so therefore he's
cool) and gave him Zelda to play in the first place (so he's
super-cool). There are friends whose good graces one courts for
the selfish buzz of being recognised as part of their cooler-
than-you-are club. Yes, there are other words for this
condition; pathetically engorged, rank insecurity. But where and
when you discover Nick Drake is also a curious and oddly
satisfying 'cool' benchmark.  From silver