November 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: furthermore known as the jamms
by Mark Hester 16 Nov '01

16 Nov '01

It's great when you get back in contact with someone you haven't heard from in absolutely ages. I've just exchanged e-mails with Bela, late of this parish (both 'sinister' and Oxford) and now back in her native California. I asked her if she went to ATP at UCLA and she informed me how it had been cancelled because of the events of 11th September, as I suspected it might be. Thoughts are turning to the UK ATP2002 round these parts. A few work people have expressed an (admittedly vague) interest and it's a bit different this time around as it's actually taking place on two weekends. Now, some of you have said that you wouldn't bother with ATP next year, which is a great shame. Mind you, I never went to ATP2000 or the Bowlie weekender and this year was my first, which is probably key. There are some good names on the bill for next year including Low, the Fall and the Breeders. I'm determined to do it properly this time, ie take on the mantle of chalet mummy and actually ! book , rather than have a mad rush round for a spare chalet-space at the last minute. Emma and I went to what was undoubtably the strangest band I've seen all year on Wednesday, that being LAPSUS LINGUAE. First up were White Buffalo, of which more later. Then compere MC Sarge kept reminding us that LL was Latin for "slip of the tongue", which was nice of him and he also kept telling us that we were "just X minutes away" from the band's appearance. Now I know he wouldn't take kindly to being compared to a muppet, but it was all rather reminiscent of "Five minutes to curtain, Kermit." LL are definitely in the "fun to watch but would never buy in a million years" category. The guitar sounds crashed in and out again, competing with waves of reasonably accomplished keyboard. And there was much FITE-ing between the band members...even after they left the stage a couple were seen brawling on the floor in front of the stage. There were also lots of exchanges with various members of the audience. None of the kind of polite banter you get at Trembling Blue Stars gigs either - I heard the sound of bile being spat. Still, they had matching t-shirts with the band's name on them. All that cutting out of gold material and sewing....must have taken them ages. Maybe they got their mums to help. Wouldn't have missed it for anything, speshly as they made Emma laugh so much. I also have a suspicion that the man Chu might like them...I'm not sure why. On the way home, Emma described White Buffalo as "sweet" and naturally I asked her to elaborate on this. She told me they had the air of a band just starting out and looking all bewildered and not really knowing which direction to take their music etc. Their set actually reminded me of seeing JJ72 at the same venue at a similar stage in their career and of course they later sold lots of records but became (imho) dull-dull-dull-dull, so I'm wondering whether White Buffalo will do the same. Archel's points about trains were well made. I prefer them for longer journeys too, even Oxford to London....it's only since I've been going to things like Strangefruit and making small hours trips home that I've been using the bus instead. At least the London-Oxford buses are comfortable enough to sleep on although that sleep is rudely interrupted by the announcement "GREEN ROAD!" (first stop in Oxford) over the tannoy. Carsmile's bit about trying to do "L.O.V.E" in the style of "Y.M.C.A" made me giggle, because I attempted to do the same thing to the "K.L.F" in said band's song, um, now here's where my memory gets a little sketchy, was it "3am eternal" or was it "Last Train to Transcentral?". The one that goes "KLF is gonna rock you!", anyway. The 'K' and the 'F' were dead easy, natch, but the 'L' involved sitting down rapidly with legs outstretched and then standing up again, with the inevitable BBC* injuries of the type that the likes of Kate Adie and John Simpson would probably not recognise. And I haven't heard "eyewooty" either, incidentally. James DansonHatcher I won't be able to make your picnic. It isn't the cold that's keeping me away, but rather a plethora of things I have to do in Oxford including buying presents for people and tracking down Stereolab tickets and later entertaining Emma's mum who's coming down from Northumberland for the weekend. Still, I'm sure it won't just be you and if you go to the Spread Eagle there's a chance you might spot some famous types on t'other side of the road (see archives for details) you never know. Now, where's that Sodastream cd I ordered? It should've come through the mail by now...... Mark * Badly Bruised Coccyx ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Frosts in the snow
by Kenneth P Y Chu 16 Nov '01

16 Nov '01

Hello, Has anyone noticed that it has been *frigging freezing* lately? I have. Can't wait for the picnic tomorrow, I haven't practiced speed saying "CanwegotothepubyetCanwegotothepubyetCanwegotothepubyet" whilst shivering since last time in Edinburgh. Joe Vester said: >>P.P.P.S. I once read Kenneth P Y Chu is a maths teacher? Is this true. If >>it is, it really is quite scary, as it shows that TEACHERS ARE REAL PEOPLE!<< Um, no, it isn't true. I'm not a real person. And I really hate children. There were some talks about the traumas of being DJs, I've had a similar experience once: Stupid nob: "Do you have any REM?" DJ: "No, I don't play mainstream stuff." Stupid nob: "Why not?" DJ: "Dunno. Go away you're not worthy." I made that up, actually. Robin's post reminded me of something a guy once told me.. I was walking along a street in Scotland and some guy shouted to me: "An aye for an aye makes the world go bl..urrgh" .. and then threw up all over the floor, I don't know what he meant, maybe he means that if everyone in the world would just agree with each other, then it will flourish and thrive like the way the pool of vomit splashed everywhere. Whatever he meant tho, it made sense to me. I've made that whole thing up too, actually. In fact was there any truths to this post at all? Possibly some, out there, but you just have to know where to look. Lies and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Will Kirsten Kenyon ever write a bad post so mine can look good in comparison for once? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Kim Philby Filled My Trilby
by Peter Miller 16 Nov '01

16 Nov '01

Recently spotted in Mo-Jo Magazine was the following letter: 'I'm a subscriber to your excellent magazine so please bear with me. I'm not sure whether at the ripe age of 43 I've lost the ability to spot a joke. Your recent review of the Clangers CD refers to a vinyl edition in a pink knitted sleeve. Is this serious? If so, where do I get a copy?' Sadly it was not from Big Dave. Thank you, Big Dave, for pointing out that new article by Stuart. I thought it was complete rubbish. I'm glad the Grosvener Café is being sold, because it's HORRIBLE. Stuart says nothing bad could ever happen there, but the owner, who is a right miserable CUNT, once told me off for eating a Mars Bar. And I wasn't even eating it. If it had been a Twix, I would have stuck it up his nose. I hope the Grosvener becomes a Starbucks with piped Missy Elliott. I also spotted some inaccuracies in what Stuart said about *that* (they weren't bearded, were they?), Brazil (Catholicism was imposed and is only one of many religions, some of which are a bit like voodoo; it isn't free and easy, as far as I know) and the crusaders (if you write The Crusaders it looks like the jazz funkateers, and they weren't the first to use slap bass - that honour goes to Mark King from Level 42, beating the Style Council's 'Money-Go-Round' by just two weeks! - from 'The Guiness Book of Made-Up Bollocks'). REPORTING BACK This comes from the sleevenotes to Echo and the Bunnymen's 'Crystal Days' box set (which could profitbaly be reduced from 4 CDs to 4 songs, but's that's another REPORTING BACK): IAN: 'Seymour Stein saw us at the YMCA gig with Joy Division in 1979... I think he wanted to shag me. Which he didn't, but he signed us anyway.' ME: I think I can see a pattern forming here. and: 'They have just signed a worldwide deal as Echo and the Bunnymen, while Ian is signing a separate solo deal to an alternative label.' ME: Ha ha. END OF REPORTING BACK I bet Putin had to read those books at school. It's like Tony Blair mentioning Dickens ('the works, not the winder!') or George Bush saying, "Yes, Ralph Waldo, a great American." I am impressed by the judo though. Didn't Putin judo somebody on television once? He maintained his icy expressionlessness throughout, IIRC. I am reading a huge book called LONDON THE BIOGRAPHY. I'm glad Robin is reading 'War and Peace'. I remember the landlord from 'Cheers' had to read it once, to impress the barmaid ,and then someone let slip that there was a film and the landlord said, 'What, you mean I could have gone and seen it at the pictures?' Those were not the actual words used, that was the Bolam Boogie Likely Lads Remix. Sister Disco +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: crunch!!, Hello!"Nokia can you open your eyes for me, hey I've got a pulse"
by DansonHatcher＠aol.com 16 Nov '01

16 Nov '01

Hey , HEY sINISTER tOMMOROW (17th at 2pm) there is a picnic (read:arctic survival course) being held atop Primrose hill don'cha know and..... But don't worry to much about that cos it'll be really cold and I think it's probably only me going to be be there. However lots of people have asked about pubs especially the Speard Eagle and if I just give you all my number which is 07932150709 then we can all be super organised and meet perhaps there?. Bear in mind my poor phone is still in shock after being the victim of a particularly nasty near-death traffic accident. Just be patient cos it may not work straight away. Ok, see you tommorow or at Track & Field tonight. James. Tubemouse vet +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: um. how much do you think i could bench-press?
by Kirsten Kenyon 16 Nov '01

16 Nov '01

another night at the teahouse. for some reason...probably the balmy weather....i felt like dressing up. i took a seat near a window and adjusted my red skirt, looked around and felt it was going to be a nice evening. there was a boy on the floor, playing with a black puppy and smoking. he was at the feet of a girl with wild blonde hair and shiny metal hoops dangling from places on her face i wouldn't have imagined they could. dangle. she suddenly broke the hum of muffled conversation in a clear, gentle voice, and asked if anyone would mind if she were to play her violin for a bit. of course no one minded, so she stood up next to a yellow grandfather clock and played a simple melody. it sounded like something i might have heard before. it sounded like a song someone sang to me when i was very young. or like a walk through a forest. it sounded like lying on my back in the summertime, it felt like the sun and it smelled like warm grass. somehow.... it made me think of things i could well have forgotten by now. a pretty woman in rome who sang sweetly every morning as she hung her laundry out the window across the alley. skipping barefoot around a norseland farm in a cream-colored petticoat, tugging at my father's sleeve so he would lift me high enough to peer at the sheep on the other side of the fence. the wonderful gifts my grandparents used to buy for me on their travels. brightly-painted horses, handmade moccasins, little woollen skirts and coconuts carved into scary faces. sitting all night at a place called holy hill, making magnificent plans, sharing childish dreams with a girl i thought had it all. a funeral for a girl i only knew by name. i thought of my friend dan. of people i don't see anymore. of people i wish i could see. of things i wish i were brave enough to do. things that i could do instead of hiding away night after night in the teahouse, quietly joining in a modest round of applause from strangers behind walls, in darkened rooms. i thought....that i shouldn't stay any longer.... i walked slowly down the orange stairs to find the place nearly empty. two behind the bar. one at the window. two at a little table, studying history and getting drunk. the reverend in the corner, setting up his amp. looking sad. he's a good man...a chain- smoking minister who twinkles his eyes and sings the blues. the last time i saw him, i was wearing a plaid coat and standing in line for a drink. he half-sang, half-shouted "wooeee an' we gotta baby girl inna plaid jacket, boys, you know what they say bout them girls in plaid jackets" and a few people yelled "WHAT?" and he just laughed a smokey sort of laugh and shook his head. it didn't make any sense, and he knew it. but the reverend is the sort of man who says things for the pure enjoyment of saying them. he came upstairs later and sat with us....i forget who else was there. he gave us some good advice, and he gave us his business card. the card said he would play "weddings, funerals, private parties, bookshops, coffee shops, bars, and revivals." i remember that. i thought it was funny. but i've forgotten the advice....of course. i tend to forget the useful things. tonight, the reverend just called me "honeypie." i went to my car, and i'd had to park in this awful lot on the corner. it's always full of panhandlers, shady characters, brawling sailors...i've seen things...ugh. there was a woman there one afternoon a few months ago. she told me she was hungry. i took her into subway and she ordered this gigantic roast beef deal, a large fountain soda and a bag of chips. fine. THEN she hit me up for bus fare. okay. i'm a sucker. she asked for a few more bucks. i didn't have it. she got sort of mad. tonight she saw me getting into my car. i locked the door immediately, as i always do. she hurried over and started saying something to me, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together and spraying out her lips as she spoke. i started the car and shook my head. NO. she kept at it, though. she started tapping on my window, and i would have driven away but i was searching under my seat for tigermilk. i kept looking up at her and saying NO and shaking my head, and then she reached for the door handle and tried it. i was so glad i'd locked it...i might have been scared, but i think i was just angry. or disgusted. or scared. i don't know...i stepped on the gas. this is what happens. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: White Nights
by Youn J. Noh 16 Nov '01

16 Nov '01

Wow! I just listened to this interview of Putin on the radio. I'm not well informed about politics, so my comments will be wide of the mark, too personal. B...but he reads Tolstoy and Chekhov and Gogol and he had a black belt in judo at age 18 and he replied ever so charmingly to the councilwoman from Moscow, Idaho, saying that he had heard there is a St. Petersburg in Florida and that he had a special desire to visit such places, St. Petersburg cos it was his birthplace, not the one in Florida mind! And he clarified his invitation to Bush to visit Russia during the White Nights: one can say that the nights are white when everything is covered with snow but that is not the Russian meaning of the term, no; it's reserved for those nights from late May to mid-June when the sun hardly even sets before it's back 'round again. And they're especially beautiful in a beautiful city like St. Petersburg! This kind of natural intelligence, to which I am hardly doing justice, is only part of what makes a great statesman, but don't you want to go looking for Renaissance men and women? Even Proust, who seems so apolitical, had the inclination to admire M. de Norpois (yes, it's slow going for me), his antiquated turns of phrase, his promptness in answering letters, his preference for his father - "a reflection of the completely individual standpoint which each of us adopts for himself in making his choice of friends." (Are we really that unpredictable?) I have to take my dog out earlier and earlier now. At least there aren't soccer moms to contend with on the school grounds. In October there were rare days of high skies, the expanse marked by wisps of cloud (it must have been soon after my post about wedding veils cos the next day I set out to look for just the right one), and perfect clarity, an accord struck between summer and winter - they surrendered their weapons so that all I could think of was the vitality of one and the tranquility of the other. Now we treasure the contrast of blue and orange tints behind the row of houses and the smell of lush lawns. But I still sing to myself, "the sky is paper white." At the nursery, they had paper white narcissi again in terra cotta pots. I got some for my sister last Christmas. This time she was looking for flowers to plant around the tree in front of her house. As we walked past, the fragrance wafted up and I wondered just how it would figure in the rest. The headache you get from eating ice cream, actually feeling somewhat faint from the intensity of the cold, but elated, intoxicated by skies into which that fragrance had vaporized so that it could be apprehended by all the senses. After we left the record store, my sister made fun of me, my frantic searching. It's just that it's been such a long time since I actually shopped for records in a store! My sister got lots of good things: Pink Moon, TBWTAS, Songs From A Room, and Grace, to replace a stolen copy. I got a best of Simon and Garfunkel. Of the songs that are new to me, my favorites are 'I Am A Rock', 'The Dangling Conversation', and 'The Only Living Boy In New York'. I love the introduction to 'I Am A Rock' and this image in these words - "a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow." +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: singing B&S to foxes.
by Astrid Wiezell 15 Nov '01

15 Nov '01

Hi all, just a short listabuse-thing to tell you all what i today did: today I sang fox in the snow to a real fox. Actually, it was at Skansen, like a big zoo, but the animals aren´t in cages, but in like.. bigger areas and so. I would´ve liked to sing it to a wild fox but I never see any so I thought this would be alright. I was very very red and looked at me whilst i was quietly singing to it. I did skip the parts when not talking about foxes, as I had quite short time alone, in the cold, all fluffed up in my corduroy coat before my two elder sisters + my oldest sister´s english boyfriend would catch up with me. So I sang: Fox in the snow where do you go to find something you could eat? Cause the word out on the street is you are starving don´t let youself grow hungry now don´t let youself go ocld fox in the snow and i sang when you legs are black and blue it´s time to take a break when you´re legs are black and blue it´s time to take a holidaaaay and then, at last: foooox in the snow.. foooox in the snow.. FOX IN THE SNOOOOOOW... And then it was all over. it was very nice for me, but i don´t know about the fox. it looked quite confused. maybe it thought: "this is _very_ strange.. is she insane? oh, wait, i recognize this.. oh yes, i remember now, this is the song that they sing to foxes.. it´s one of those mad B&S-fans again..ah, curse you stuart murdoch!" or maybe it was just confused. anyway it was very cute and i wanted to cuddle it. lots of love, Astrid x p.s don´t worry - there were two foxes - they hung out with some brown fluffy bearcubs, they were really cute together. and did you know that bears love lemons? i certainly didn´t. p.p.s i realise this is an awfully strange post. _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Ny chatt på Spray! Fartyget M/S Spray har anlänt till http://www.spray.se/ohoj +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: writing in the style of any riot girl
by Feather Boa 15 Nov '01

15 Nov '01

hullo sinister. how is everyone this cold autumn (winter?) evening? i'm doing fine. although there was a brief interlude where *everone* seemed to be gossiping about the ysm. just for the record i did not spend hallowe'en "hugging my toilet". i just had to be put to bed by mr stuart h on account of the fact that i had passed out. asm walton is a stud muffin tho'. or maybe a stud scotch pancake? no. i just wanted to see how that sounded and it sounded rubbish, sorry. how weird is wutu? i can't work out who it is it sounds like, maybe the songs of bacharach and david, something along those lines. and what is going on with struan's pronounciation? it's all rather odd, but extremely good anyway. and there is the cutest picture ever of isobel on the back of the cd wearing a red leather jacket and holding a scottie dog. *bless* but does anyone else think that the picture of sarah on the cover (http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005OM55.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg)looks like something a 13 year old girl would have on her wall and it would say underneath "you're my best friend" or "i wuv you very much", or some other kind of nonsense. ooh i'm jealous of the picnickers, not because of the picnic you understand (because it will be cold all the way on the top of primrose hill), but because they're all in my beautiful city. ah well. i bet they'll all have a lovely time, cold or not cold. i hope there is going to be a london sinister christmas meet up, because at least then i'll be around. the lovely mr carsmile said: "the only b&s song i've tried to do movements for is the L. O. V. E. bit in legal man, in the style of YMCA, however it generally just ends up with me flailing my arms around (so no change there then)." but it's easy really. l - arms straight up in the air, o - arms in a kind of circle around your head, v - arms in a v shape above head, e arms to your left creating bottom bit with a leg. one day i'll draw a picture, and then you'll see :) i loved claudia's post about the gig she saw in brazil. i'm seeing pulp in less than a week *yay* pip pip, FB X ps Mummy I Grazed My Knee _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Le Mort D'Arthur
by Joe Vester 15 Nov '01

15 Nov '01

Cleches forever. ( i dunno how to put accents on stuff and I am too lazy to find out) I got the results thingie from a "careers guidance test" I did the other day. It's rubbish. It has a choice of 12 jobs I should do: Surveying Building Art & Design Engineering-civil Engineering-agricultural Engineering-manufacturing Engineering-mechanical Engineering-structural Police service Print Management Broadcasting Packaging Technology none of which I want to do. I think I'm going to be a farmer, I want to work outside, after all and it seems far from easy, but straightforward. It would involve hard work and no offices or rat-racing. I migt just grow my own food and enough to be able to pay the bills and be done with it. I probably won't be a farmer though. I won't have the courage to set out, buy or rent some land and get up at 5 every morning. Angst and Cardigans Cardigans are cool, I like 'em, they are cool, or did I already say that? There isn't actaully any angst in this post, or there might be a bit turning up later on, it depends if I start feeling all depresive while writing this. Back to Cardigans, though. I have a new one, it's the first cardigan I have owned for some time and it is blue and all warm and I will wear to the primrose hill picnic. Which I am getting all nervous about, it is only the day after tomorrow! I am nervous because: -I am going (I believe) to be the youngest there by a year or two as I am 15 -I will look it. -If we go to a pub, I will get all nervous because I'm not suppossed to be there. -There will be lots of scary ( or not so scary) sinister people there. -I will probably hardly talk to anybody -I will probably freeze to death -I am going to be the youngest there and everyone will know it and I won't hardly speak and I wll get chucked out of a pub (not for the first time) and I will freeze to death and have to be back by 3 or some ridiculous time. Which I will try to comabat (the last one that is). I will stop now, but let it be known that I want there to be more ickle under 20 or even 15-year old Sinisterees (preferably Sinisterettes, actually) in London. They all seem to live miles and miles and miles and miles away. People who are all 20 are a bit scary. Sorry, but you are, although I'm sure it's unintentional. !Viva Rachels! Joe P.S. I have bought a giant paper shade for my room. It's about a metre across and is v.cool. P.P.S.I am in the christmas thingie or should be soon anyway. I am gonna do 3 presents. P.P.P.S. I once read Kenneth P Y Chu is a maths teacher? Is this true. If it is, it really is quite scary, as it shows that TEACHERS ARE REAL PEOPLE! Wierd concept. But does he know how to do my maths homework for me, which is the real question. I hate maths. And I'm crap at it too. And I am doing GCSE coursework for it at the moment and have this terrible suspicion that I am going to flunk it. Oh well. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Riding on the World as a hobby is sad
by JohnnyNYC 15 Nov '01

15 Nov '01

Sorry. Couldn't resist. :-) Aren't I cheeky? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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