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Sinister: what i did at the weekend....
by susannah 05 May '98

05 May '98

Kids. Yes. I think I've had a funny turn today since getting the bump on my head from falling off the dodgy bike, so my recollection of the picnic is somewhat hazy. All I can remember is declaring loudly that neither had I ever had to visit a gynaecologist nor do I wear G-strings, Andy Dean pointing at me and saying 'shes SO drunk' when I'd only just arrived, and almost being abducted by that nutter with the bike as me being concussed an' all just went happily along with him when he tried to march me off down the street. However this afternoon I went along for some Islington well woman hypno- regressive therapy doo-dah bollocks and this is what I now remember, * Trousers stood at the top of Primrose Hill, pulled down his pants and mooned his white arse at the whole of London, shouting 'Get a load of this mutha fuckers!!' * David gaily handed out Tigermilk CDs to all and sundry, even pensioners and alsations * Those lovely Boy Scouts from Salako made daisy chains and discussed who's better, Camus or Sartre * Katrina shouted out 'get this off this is shit' when photo jenny came on * and Stuart Murdoch showed up, smashed out of his head, and threw up all over the victoria sponge Theres somebody at the door.... susannah xxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: And it's not about you joggers who go round and round.......
by babyblu＠gold.globalcafe.co.uk 05 May '98

05 May '98

Ummm, me again. I had to leave my geeky netcafe for a bit because one of the bar staff had set fire to a cheese toastie, setting the fire alarm off and forcing us all onto the bustling streets of soho. Still it's a nice warm evening so we didn't mind too much and it gave me an oppurtinity to buy some more fags. Anyway more ink polaroids of real photographs yet to be developed of the infamous London picnic. TA-DAAAH! This is one of Susannah crashing a tramp's bicycle into a parked car. No-one knows quite how it came about that she was riding a tramp's bicycle in the first place so we all look a bit surpised. Susannah looks very sheepish and the tramp is trying to make her buy it (the bicycle not the car) because she has dented the front wheel. Just off to the side a group of people who were playing charades ( It's 'Unbearable Lightness Of Being'! Again!) have broken off their game to watch the exchange of threats and swear words. Later the Tramp will tell us that he has fantasies about Michelle Pfieffer and Joan Collins in bed together. It is at that point things become a little hazy.... This is one of me just when I am presented with the lovely home made birthday cake that David and Katrina kindly made me. It is a fantastic Victoria sponge type affair and the sugar icing is sparkling slightly in the spring sunshine. Top pop star/international special agent Mike from arse-flute and banjo band Jalpeno(?) is gazing hungrily at the cake and drooling slightly. I have a big beautific grin on my face because I am very pleased and touched by my friends gesture. Just after the picture is taken I can be seen holding a knife and wondering if it's mathematicaly possible to divide a cake by 52 (Fifty Two!!!!!!) Oh, I could go one for ever. It was a fantastic day, thanks to everyone who turned up for being so lovely. Stay lucky, Roryxxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Kite? Lampost? Croquet Mallet? Inside of a wee dug's mouth? Noooooooo!
by babyblu＠gold.globalcafe.co.uk 05 May '98

05 May '98

And we're back... Phew, what a horrible day at work. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of decent latte, some soothing wibbly-type music and the exclusive, yes exclusive! Ink polariods of real photgraphs that haven't been developed yet, of the infamous London picnic! TA-DAAAH! This is one of the top pop star/super hero Mark from glamorous space dust rockers Mikado(?) bravely rescuing a lickle girls bright red kite from up a lampost. Just below Mark is Susannah who is attempting to dislodge him from said lampost by smacking him up the arse with a dirty great croquet mallet. Just look at the impish grin on her face! Quite a crowd a crowd has gathered to shout advice, look worried and/or roll about laughing but they're mainly out of shot with just the tops of their heads showing in the frame. Just after the picture is taken Mark retrieves the kite and hands it back to the grateful lickle girl, at which point Susannah drops her mallet and runs away like a big jessie for fear of awful and swift recrimination. This is one of the unnofficial Londen Belle and Sebastian covers band (weddings, bar mitzvahs, private parties) rocking out like good 'uns outside the pub in Camden. It is the pub where all the cool people who want to be in Blur go and you can see quite clearly the shocked expression on their faces at being invaded by people who obviously don't mind making complete tits out of themselves in public. The boy playing acoustic guitar is wearing a very tight white top from which his nipples are clearly visible, which makes all the girls blush endearingly and makes all the boys wish that they'd thought of it. We are all singing the Lah-lah-lah-lah-laaaaaaaaaaah! bit from 'Dog on Wheels' at the tops of our voices. The picture is taken just before the horrific and ugly silence that hits when we reach the second verse and realise that, pathetically, NO-ONE KNOWS THE WORDS! We then all go round the corner and quietly shoot ourselves for letting the cause down. This one is of the inside of a wee dug's mouth. It is an accident. The wee dug has tried to eat my Boots disposable camera just as I was trying to take a picture of two American girls playing croquet. It is quite blurry, but teeth and saliva are visible. It is very disturbing. Stay lucky, Rory xxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: It's My Birthday!
by Chris Jones 05 May '98

05 May '98

chris.jones(a)saqnet.co.uk http://www.saqnet.co.uk/users/saxtead/chris.htm http://www.saqnet.co.uk/users/saxtead/tiger/ Just to let you all know, it's my birthday, but I don't expect any presents because: a) By the time you read this, it will probably not be my birthday. b) You don't know me anyway c) I still need a bath. Chris Jones. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Fantastic Day (Picnic Heyward)
by Michael Jones 05 May '98

05 May '98

Now, I ain't no poster, Charley... but, for once, I figure I should shuffle out of the shadows and say something after yesterday's splendid chip'n'dipfest atop Primrose. There's little I can add on the highlights front after John and Trousers' posts, save to blow my own flugelhorn a little and mention the gallant second place achieved by The Vaselines (my boys, my boys) in the shambles of a round-robin football thing. We *did* score the most goals... ok, ok, so the Golden Boot went to a pre-pubescent ringer of a winger in a Nike top but everyone's playing imports thesedays, so what the hell... Of course, there's no substitute for experience, and Trousers seemed to be possessed by the spirit of Pat Nevin... And the spectacle of an orange-haired Scandanavian displaying the sort of frisbee-wielding skills that would have won him a spot on World of Sport not so long ago (had the racing from Uttoxeter been washed out or something) was precisely the sort of thing I moved to London for. 'Steady', eh ? I've been called worse... there's a list around here somewhere.... Mike xx. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Re: And finally, a recommended URL / no B&S
by Tara Widmer 05 May '98

05 May '98

<<But if you want a copyright-related giggle, here's a clipping from the latest NTKnow (http://www.ntk.net)>> Kind of remniscient of http://www.theonion.com, which I heartily recommend, if you are bored at work/have a sick sense of humor/like to laugh at Americans. all of the above, Tarabelle ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: It's all too much
by Chris 05 May '98

05 May '98

My housemate wants to know if it's possible to listen to too much B&S? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Picnic!
by The Tall Git 05 May '98

05 May '98

In which one person talks about the picnic yesterday, in a desperate attempt to end the embarrasment of being level with Northy in the posting league... This is the story of fifty-two people (beat that Glasgow!), more food than we could eat, a partcularly poor game of football, and far too much alcohol for some people... We all arrived in the sunshine of Camden High Street, asked people their names, and then promptly forgot them again. We then marched up to Primrose Hill, admired the view, and then the sun disappeared for the rest of the day. Oh well. JJ's picnic blanket was filled with all sorts of food, from homemade cakes to kiwi fruits and a mango (yes, really). We all then ate as much as we could, chatted to a random assortment of people, and played a few games (David is far too good at Connect 4. Definitely a sign of a misspent youth. I beat him at Twister though...). We whiled away a leisurely afternoon rescuing kites from lampposts, talking about everything under the sun (except the sun wasn't there, but you get the picture), and playing football. Actually that last one might be a bit of an exageration, the only people who could play football were the local kids who joined in. The pastel team were champions, and we came last by quite a long way. By about 5.30, a few people had started to drift away, and it was decided to leave the windy hill behind and head for a pub in Camden. We couldn't actually get in the pub, it being a bank holiday, so we sat on the pavement/road outside and drank there. Then the landlord threatened us with the police for drinking our own beer outside his pub, so we went and sat on the other side of the road instead. Rob B (I think) had thoughtfully brought his guitar with him, so we sat around having a sing-song of a B&S-nature, thus getting lots of funny looks from passers-by. And in true Stuart Murdoch style, we kept forgetting the words. After a while, we ran out of songs that anyone could remember, and so everyone regrouped outside the pub and played charades. And told some truly awful jokes. A chip-shop run by David & Katrina ensued, followed by more and more drinking. At this point most people gradually dispersed, leaving a collection of people who were enjoying themselves too much / were too drunk to go home. I'll leave it to others to relate in a more amusing fashion the other stories from the evening (such as Susannah and the dodgy bike bloke? And how two kiwi fruits ended up under a car on the other side of the road?), as I wasn't 100% sober myself by the end of it all. So a big thankyou to D&K for organising it all (even though they're not here anymore), and to everyone who brought themselves and their food, and to all the wonderfully nice people I met (too many to name, and anyway I promised not to name any wild African animals...), and especially to our Scandinavian friend Elizabeth for providing the entertainment. Let's do it again sometime! (After exams would be nice...) Stuart G ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: hello
by Philip.R.Clipston＠student.shu.ac.uk 05 May '98

05 May '98

Hello All you fans of Belle and Sebastian Im writing this to find out if anyone of you happened to be in the Railway in Preston on saturday as I was talking to you !! Never mind CLIPPYxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Home taping is killing music
by Colin Campbell 05 May '98

05 May '98

Home taping is indeed killing music, well so sais my copy of THe Psychedelic Furs' eponymously titled album tells me, there is even this wee skull and cross-bones logo, only the skull is a cassette tape, cool! Oh and all this tigermilk stuff is really boring, I don't care that I can't get a copy, there is enough other music in the world to sustain my life, I would love to hear it, but untill it is rereleased I won't. Hope everyone out there is happy, I'm a little stressed, but I had fun on my float on saturday in aberdeen's world famous torcher parade. If you were there I was on the tropical paradise island float, featuring a tree, a bar, hula "girls", the lilt woman, and me as the anoying dj/barman guy, lots of lovely bob marley tunes, some weird african stuff, all your disney favourites from jungle book and the little mermaid, and a little out of place the stereophonics. Enough of my rambling drivel... colin ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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