December 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: free b&s stuff!
by zorba＠redbricks.org.uk 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

i'm not sure if this counts as list abuse, if so i'm sorry :-( but anyway there is an indie night on tomorrow at the phoenix on oxford road in manchester. There is a raffle for the b&s back catalogue (which i would expect we all have), signed by the band - or at least some of them (which i doubt we all have - well i don't anyway). there's a few other things to win as well, but i'm not sure what they are. fiona (if she's reading) knows, maybe she could say. if there are any other listees that decide to go, maybe we could meet up. not sure what i'll be wearing yet, so no descriptions available but i hope to be wearing my space hopper t-shirt, if its clean :-) anyway i'll check my mail tomorrow before i go. hope to hear from at least some of you! antony +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Crappy Fold-up binoculars, Christmas, Panicking and Indie
by Joe Vester 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Well, I was today called an Indiekid. I was not sure whether this was a good thing or a bad ne, but at leat it was better than being called a Goth. Eeeek! Noooooooo! you scream realising that this will be another of Joe'e annoyingly long and offending/apologetic Goth posts. But it isn't. There is though, a small section on goths after which I promise never to mention them except incidentally in a post again, so you can skip the little decorative bit if you don't want to read about them. Or read the next post, whatever. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^Goth bit*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Last word on Goths: Yes, okay, Goths are goths and there you go. I agree, the points I listed are not exclusive to Goths, thy apply to lots of other people and there are obviously goths who are exceptions. I Accept everything and will shut up now. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^End of Goth Bit ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Other things that have happened: I have found out who I will be giving presents to on the Christmas exchange.. Must hurry to do them, but it is v.difficult to think of things for people you have never met. At least one of them will be getting a mixtape. I was also thinking of giving someone a nice record, but that's difficult too. Another idea is going to the bead shop and making someone a bracelet. Which is cheap to post, too. Records are cool, I have decided. One day, I want my mum to buy a record player, something she wants to do, but the problem is that she wants a 78rpm one so she can play all my grandfather'd old records. But she can't find one. I want her to buy one so that then I can buy some great big heavy vinyl ones and struggle to lift them up onto the turntable. I wouldn't buy many vinyl ones but I would like being able to buy records as oppossed to CDs. The sleeves are bigger, for a start. And you can feel all elitist (sp?), too. Indiekid-ish feelings, I'll give you but it would be fun. I fanyone has an old record player they want to give me, please do. It doesn't matter to much about the 78rpm thing for me. I think I might just have one vinyl record, I'm not sure what it would be, though. Also, someone mentioned where nu-metal people get their unfeasibly wide trousers from. I want to know this too, because of late, I have found that what I really want in life is a pair of enormous red corduroy flares. Shameful, but I'm shallow like that. Kieran Devaney talked about speech night. At my school, there is something similar called speech day. Everyone has to wear clean shirts etc. etc. and it goes on for some time. By the end, your hands are quite sore with clapping. We had Rory Bremner as a special guest last year. He just repeated some jokes off his show and scarpered, leaving before I could jump up and get him to sign some bit of paper. Disappointing. I liked that post. Apart from the bit about Jeanette Winterson, who is the most abrasive and disagreeable author I can think of offhand. She writes in an irritating way and just takes herself far too seriously while generally being pretentious. And being a total bitch. That was a long post, but I haven't written to you people for a week or something so I felt it justified. !Viva Rachels! Joe and Rachel. Vester and Pancake. P.S. Rachel Pancake is a lovely person and you should all write her love letters. But she likes it when they are addressed to me and talk about me and are from girls. She also likes crush votes from girls. But she just likes them on behalf of me, not because she's a lesbian. So, if you want to please Rachel Pancake, Crush me. P.P.S.Don't marry him, Crush me! P.P.P.S. Subliminal *Crush me* Messaging. P.P.P.P.S. See how Crush me is lined up. Subtle, huh? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: a flashback
by Lola Monnet 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

hello. once there were two boys in my school, david and leon. there were other boys too, but i always ended up looking at the two boys, maybe i am intrigued by them because they never seemed to change, at least for a while. david always wore buttoned shirts and had neatly divided hair, he played with the loud boys in the school. i noticed that everytime the loud boys sat down at lunchtime david was always the one who was sitting near the middle of the group, but he never spoke a lot of the time. leon used to always sit alone and away from the loud boys, leon had very messy hair but it was strange because it looked the exactly the same every day, he wore t-shirts and jeans. he always had a book with him, other girls sometimes walked past him and said "what a nerd" and giggled and walked away. and he would just blush. i think the two boys had found out about me looking at them too, leon used to sometimes gaze at me and when i looked at towards his direction he would blush and then looked down at his food. david was always looking away from me, but one time i spied on him by turning my head away, but turned my eyes back to see him and i saw that he was looking at me. but when i turn my head back he quickly turned away again and pretended to read the clock on the wall. one day in the drawer of my desk i found a piece of paper and it had a poem on it, it was a love poem. i didn't know what to do because i had never received a poem before, and it didn't have a name on it. the confusion carried on for days, so on a wednesday i wrote on two pieces of paper "the best place for a poet is the apple tree, 4:00 is the poet's time", and placed them into david and leon's drawers when no one were looking. whoever wrote the poem was going to appear. at 4:00 i hid behind a wall looking at the apple tree, and the person who appeared was leon, who picked an apple there and started eating it, i didn't go up to him, i just stood behind the wall and watched, leon stood there for 15 minutes before walking away, and threw the apple into the bin. i couldn't go to bed that night, i didn't know what to do when a boy writes me a poem, and also now i had made him stand in the apple tree for 15 minutes. i wrote a letter that night. the next day i have in my bag a letter, that i placed later into a boy's drawer. during lunchtime i overheard a girl saying to another girl "a boy just put a poem into my drawer", and started reading this poem which i have read before. it was the same one that leon wrote for me. at 4:00 near the apple tree i asked the boy "why do you always play with the loud boys, you seem so quiet", he told me that they were his friends, even when they're loud. he taught me something i never knew, i think. they both did. after a moment of slience david walked away. he didn't come back to school the next day. and not the next week either. i never saw him again. i never looked at leon again. lola. _________________________________________________________________ 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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Re: Sinister: Softer than her face would suggest...
by sarah dorman 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

hi everyone, i'm new here. well sort of. i've used #sinister for over a year..so quite a few of you will know me. i've also been on the list for a couple of months now. i've finally been inspired to post through boredom and the avoidance of work...so.... i went to see camera obscura in london on saturday. very nice. very full. expensive drinks. noisy people. seeing old friends..being introduced to lots of new people(namely the strange fruit posse). about the bassist looking like a bouncer...hmm...not particularly...sweet and nice is he...maybe a polar bear but a bouncer? never! i'm going to see b+s in the qm (and maybe in belfast too). it should be great fun..especially if they take requests. sarah xo _________________________________________________________________ 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: hello + a little story.
by Michael Grant 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

hello. ive been a lurker for quite a while now, and ive been searching for the right way to start my end of this sinister relationship. ive been reading in awe some of the hilarious and touching posts thinking how anything i write will just be silly. i didnt want to just say "hey! im new!" i thought id wait until i had something decent to say, but this wait has gone on for months and months now. ive managed to even meet someone through the list (*waves at idleberry*) so i thought i really should start posting. anyway, i was writing this story for a friend and i thought it seemed like a good thing to have as an opening post. please be kind to me. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Once there was a Boy. He knew this Other Boy. They were great friends. The best thing about their friendship was that they were so similar, they always sort of knew what the other was thinking. This made the Boy happy. He and the Other Boy had never really got to spend time together and get to know each other really well over the years. The Other Boy was older and in a higher year at school and they tended to hang around with different people, but the Boy always kinda knew that there was something special about the Other Boy. He hoped that the Other Boy felt the same, and he kinda knew he did, cos they were so similar. They werent doing it, they were just good friends, but when they would go out together people often thought that they were a couple. This made the two boys laugh. The Boys other best friends were girls. His close friends who were guys were often slightly distant. The Boy had always yearned for a close male friend, and it frustrated him that him and the Boy were so similar but never got the chance to pursue their friendship. The Other Boy was the one person who the Boy really felt he could talk to about anything, but for some reason, he often didnt. He didnt really speak to anyone much of the time. He ended up sorting things out on his own. He wished he were more like the Other Boy. He didnt want to be him, he knew you should never want to be someone else, and he was happy with who he was, but he knew the Other Boy was simply lovely. He was so kind and sweet and sensitive and modest. Those were the things he really liked about the Other Boy. Another thing he especially liked was that the Other Boy could always make him laugh. The Other Boy, even though he was so sensitive and kind, was the funniest Boy the Boy had ever met. He could be silly and funny, or smart and funny, but he had this talent to make the Boy wet himself on the spot. The Boy really liked that about the Other Boy. He thought more people should be able to make people laugh like that. Its a great quality to have. The Boy thought he had a bit of that quality as well. Thats why it was the sensitive, modest qualities of the Other Boy that he admired so much. They were both clever, and funny, and they liked the same kind of things, but the Boy wished he could have a few more of those things that made them different. He thought he was too brash, and arrogant, and he could get on peoples nerves. This never happened to the Other Boy. Everyone who knew him liked him. If they knew him well they loved him. He was an easily loveable Boy. It wasnt that the Boy wasnt popular. People did like him, but he always wanted to be a bit more like the Other Boy. The Boy didnt think the Other Boy was perfect, but he wasnt far off. He loved the Boy with all his heart, and although he could almost always tell that the Other Boy thought the same as him, he wasnt sure about this thing. He didnt love the Other Boy in that way, purely as friends, but he loved the Other Boy as a friend completely and utterly. He would have done anything for the Other Boy, but he couldnt tell him that. He didnt know how. Their bond was very much one borne out of faith in their similarities, and maybe because they hadnt spent that much time together over the years and had only recently started to see each other more, he didnt know how he could talk to the Other Boy about this. So he decided to write a letter to the Other Boy, and to write in the third person to be really clever. He hoped that the Other Boy would see this for what is was; a simple story of a Boy and his friend, a friend who meant so much to the Boy, that he didnt know how to say it to his face. He also hoped that this wouldnt scare the Other Boy, but that he would think about it, and reply however he wanted. All he wanted was for the Other Boy to know how much their friendship meant to the Boy, and that he loved him very much. --------------------------------------------------------------------- thanks for reading this. id be glad to hear what anyone thinks. b&s content - i like the new single, but i do think i am blinkered, and will buy and love almost anything they ever release. (altho when they get to the "2step-garage-crossover-album" phase, i might just be tempted to say byebye!) i think that ilovemycar is one of the best songs theyve ever done. its just fantastic. its a song you just have to dance to. i dare anyone to walk down the street listening to that, and not start dancing wildly. thanks again, michael.xx ps - is anyone interested in having either a pre-QMU meet-up or a glasgow xmas bowling trip? _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Softer than her face would suggest...
by Christina McDermott 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Hello again Sinisterines and Sinisterettes, I know, I know...I've been quiet for a bit too long than is really good. It isn't all my fault you know. Essays about Mexican Politics/Plato's allegory of the Cave/Race and Ethnicity as Historical concepts have all been piled upon my head at once which is never a good thing, especially when you're suffering from a bad case of flu-thrax and someone you really like tells you that they don't like you "in that way" anymore. But so it goes...I've had my adventures. I go out, I fall over, I get back up but I still keep dancing. Talking of adventures..I've been having a fair few over the past few days. I think that there's something about London which seems to make all the strange and bizarre hapennings to me (of which there tend to be quite a few, even when I'm not within any immediate range of the M1) become slightly more magic and tinged with things that you'll always remember with a great deal of fondness. I went to see Tompaulin and Camera Obscura last Wednesday with the lovely Matt Wilson (also on this list, but tends not to show his face due to being overly shy. This doesn't stop half of Oxford knowing him though :D), Boog-a-loo Ben Apps and my lovely friend Marianne from my Halls. We were also graced with that Sinister Superstar Ken Chu. I think it was Matthew Henderson who said:- "If Ken is as good at DDR as reports indicate, he must be robot. That game is hard." Hmm...not seen him play DDR (although you're still beholden to a death match against my little sister Chu) he can *dance* and has developed dance moves to Jonathan David which are rather impressive. He also seems to be programmed to scav drinks off everybody...even me and I'm a poor student. Anyway, I highly recommed that everybody goes out and buys the Tompaulin album because they were amazing and had really cool harmonium mouth organ thingummybobs. Apart from the fact that one of their guitars was broken so they had to do some songs acoustically, they were amazing and I did little on-the-spot dancing and all was well. Camera Obscura were lovely too....even if they do look like a 14 year old being humoured by her benevolent uncles. The bassist looks like a bouncer. So, lots of fun and dancing was had by all and everybody took the piss out of the stickers on my clarinet on the way home (I came straight from band practise) because they were all from when some random 13 year old stole my clarinet which I had safely stored in the school music store cupboard and put stickers of "Kavannagh" and Take That on it. No honest..it wasn't me...why are you all looking at me like that?! I think I am rapidly becoming known as "the girl with the clarinet" around London. If you're ever in a club and you see a girl holding one and looking slightly pissed off with it, it will probably be me as me and the guitarist in my band tend to go out straight after band practise and I can't go home first. *Doh* Hence me also having to take it to Strange Fruit on Saturday night and hide it under a pile of coats and keep checking it occasionally to see that no one had taken a fancy to it. Saying that....it was fun though. A certain Struan Murdoch was there with a certain band called Camera Obscura (The lead singer is his girlfriend I think...well...they seemed to be getting it on rather a lot anyway). That boy sure can dance and so can the girly from Camera Obscura too. In fact, that whole band are bloody good dancers. One of their membership can breakdance and he did it in the middle of the dance floor towards the end of the night to much whooping. I wish I could spin on my head :-( He seemed quite impressed when I told him he should be enter the "B-Boy Championships" at Brixton Academy. You never know, there could be a niche in the market for twee breakdancing. You could have puffer-cardigans resplendent with the right amount of "bling-bling" jewellry. That Struan is a right little thief though. After coming to the realisation that the bar staff were no longer guarding the bar after about 2 AM I saw him run over to the taps, give a shifty look around the corner to make sure that the bouncers wouldn't catch him and beat the shit out of him and then lean over, grab a pint glass and pour a pint right out of the tap and scamper off with a wee grin. I think he was copying my friend though who did it first....still, it was amusing. And then me and my friends all went to Primrose Hill to watch the sunrise over London. It was beautiful (if amazingly cold!) to watch all the buildings emerging from the mist as if they were all playing games of hide and seek and only came out during the day to play at being tourist attractions. We all held hands to protect each other from the cold and told silly stories about Philosophy and people we knew and things we'd done and the joggers looked at us strangely as if they'd never seen three kids resplendent in fur lined coats, ski-jackets, cords, fishnets and flicked eyeliner before. We heard the dawn chorus of exotic birds who sounded like fire alarms bidding the morning hello and dogs being walked by bleary eyed owners seemed to take a liking to Matt, laying their heads on his lap and leaving a trail of viscous drool on his cords. After losing all feeling in all parts of our bodies, we went to the Russian tea rooms for breakfast and hot chocolate where Matt and Marianne tried to make me practise my Russian on the staff (Bear in mind I only know about twenty words and would only have been able to order soup and tea...not even being able to say "I would like..." beforehand the words either, just merely "Tea and Soup please!") who were all real Russians and not like the ones you get in Bond films or out of packets. I think it was the 'Chu who mentioned having a UK-wide Sinister day of Bowling. Sounds like a good idea, so I'll put my Manchester Picnic-Mum extraordinaire hat on and say Anyone fancy a day of bowling and DDR in Manchester? There's a bowling alley near where I live and if you avoid the Scallies, it could be quite fun. If not that, then we can just all go and get pissed :D As well as this...my penchant for mis-hearing lyrics was brought to the fore by Carsmile Steve mentioning that he misheard "The centre of my so-called beingness" in "My Wandering Days are over" as "The centre of my so-called Penis." Dammit. And I'd been singing that for nearly four years too with lots of nice imagery to go along with it. I'll never get used to the new lyrics, even if I will have the piss taken out of me by all the people who think they know better. Oh well. So I leave with hugs and high-fives as always to:- Boog-a-loo Ben Apps, Rachel Fruitloop (You go you crazy kids! Remember my Tootsie Rolls!), Matt, Thom who lives in my halls (You know who you are! Did you the note me and Marianne slipped under your door? *giggle*, da Chu, Dancing Hatchback, the lovely Miss Hannah Brown, My fellow Chris in Crime (The Mix tape challenge is stil ON! Send me your ideas and we'll get our freak on) John-John and anyone else I may have missed. *Whew* Love and Clarinets Cay Cola-Cube xXx P.S. There are signs around London which say "Your Mum phoned....Chu" I think someone is trying to tell you something Ken. "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Belfast and stuff
by lulou 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Hi I haven't posted for ages, and I usually do under guise of a list parent, but this time I am a humble member with tickets to flog. I have two tickets for Belfast for sale (cost price, of course). Mail me off list. Oh, yes, they *are* for Belle and Sebastian, not the King Singers, or U2. We intended to trek over to see them, but then the Glasgow gig was announced... Linda xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: i've looked through offices and honkytonks for a man man enough to be...mr and mrs tennessee.
by nafees saeed 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

fake fire drills are possibly the most pointless thing ever. actually, no. they serve a purpose and i suppose we need them. ok. fake fire drills in winter are possibly the most pointless thing ever. i was sitting in my english lesson cursing shakespeare for writing the tempest and cursing my teacher even more for making us study it, then some siren/alarm/buzzer thing goes off. you could tell that it's the first chance that it's had to buzz because the poor thing kept on choking then eventually it reached a constant state of... buzz. what i did find quite amusing though was the fact that when confronted with a situation people completely disregard rules and procedure. for example "leave your stuff in the room", we packed everything into our bags, "form orderly queues in the corridors and head down the side stairwells"...about 500 people tried to hurl themselves down the main staircase. but, the funniest thing had to be the people adjusting their make-up to go outside, i giggled all the way outside. it was far too cold outside and then the 'premises staff' ushered us all of into the church just nextdoor. i just sat on a pew, put on my headphones and will oldham told me about how he wants to fuck a mountain. so here i am at home, will a red nose and cold fingers reading all your posts. bowling is a rather good idea, although i've always been extremely crap at it, i still enjoy it. i remember once when we went on a school trip to go bowling and i got put in a group where everybody had extremely small hands so they stole all the balls with small holes so i had to use a ball which was far too heavy for me and i could just about fit my entire hand through just one of the holes. when it was my turn to have a shot or whatever i went up and ran towards the line and when i swung my arm back to get at least some power on it the ball flew out of my hand and made this loud thudding sound on floor. on further inspection we learnt that it made a dent too, thus forever leaving my impression on the alley. but yeah, bowling sounds like a good idea. i thought of another title to give out too, "king/queen of the gutter". the person who manages to get the ball in the gutter the most times wins this prestigious title. this would be good for people like me who have no chance of being sinister bowling champion...so in a way..."we're all winners". i might be down in london at my brother's for new year so i might tag along for that. school trips in general were rather ace. i remember the first one i went on, to blackpool zoo. it was back when you had to hold hands with your classmates and your mum came along too. the only bad thing was we went in winter so all the animals were being lazy or were hiding. in a way that's good, i'm no longer scared of lions. the best one was when we were studying the tudors and we went to some old tudor mansion in sheffield. we got to dress up in all these costumes and hide in cupboards because they didn't like roman catholics...apparently. i remember acting really silly when they told us how old the house was. i thought it was going to fall apart so i stepped really carefully because i thought i was going to fall through the floorboards. i'll never go on a school trip again because i'm too old *sigh*. it'd be worth becoming a teacher just to go on them. keeping with this theme of nostalgia, my brother came up this weekend. it's great when my brother comes up, he tells me all about stock markets and how the world would collapse if it wasn't for his group. we ended up driving around and we ended up at our old street. i don't remember much about living there so i wasn't to affected but my brother was. he got really giddy, "i used to play cricket against that wall...the guy who lived there was a real knob". it was really funny. the only thing i remember about living there was when my dad spent the whole day constructing a gate for our driveway then being really proud of himself because he managed to do it by himself, then my mum goes "you haven't painted it". then my dad got really pissed off and stayed up way past midnight painting it just to prove something to my mum. i started work last thursday, i don't do much...but i suppose getting paid for not doing much is the way forward. i was however, fifteen minutes late. which wasn't my fault, but that of first bus company and it is a well known fact that first buss company are the root of all the wrongs in the world. there "gold service to manchester every 5 minutes" promise is such a lie. it should be "a bus to manchester every 20 minutes if the driver can be arsed to stop for you" service". and i had to stand because some bloke needed a seat for his feet, and i was too scared of him to ask him to move them. the building i work in is rather nice too. it's got one of those really old lifts (elevators...) which need to be manually operated. the guy who operates them is exceptionally small and doesn't look you in the eye, but that's ok. --- my local record store sells copies of "i'm waking up to us" for £6.99, that's wrong surely. b&s on jools was rather ace. jools got a gold disc too...on television. i think it's for one of those albums where he invites people round to his house and they perform other people's songs but they get the credit for it. i don't think jools liked them much, i think he was a much bigger fan of the buzz scaggs or whoever. at first i thought they were doing some sort of special effects until my mother informed me that my younger cousin had been around earlier and put magnets on the television thus creating a "rainbow" effect. goths are great, they utilise bin liners in ways i would have never of imagined. take care, nafees. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: here I go....
by Maja 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Dear Sinister, This is my first time on this mailing list. Please don't be too hard with me. I'm a bit nervous, even ;) Today was a really nice day. I woke up at 10:30, got dressed and went to school where I found out that the teachers who I was supposed to have lessons from were both ill and wouldn't be back until the end of the week. YAY! My friends came to visit me and asked me how i felt and if I needed some help (you people don't know it yet, but I had broken my leg in two places. And now, after having taken off the plaster, I still have to use crutches and can't walk at all). After "really hard classes", I went to my first rehab appointment where my menthor told me what she was going do with my leg, and what kind of exercises I should do. I also saw my friend there. He also broke his leg one month ago. We talked a while and said "bye and take care" to eachother. When I got home, I had dinner and I made some nice Christmas presents for my friends from Finland and the UK. I still have to make some more of them; it's a really nice thing to do. I've read some stories about the Moomin trolls for the 4th time; I love them! Those stories are full of nostalgia, longing and loneliness and have nice illustrations (I plan to get a tattoo on my buttock of one of them in January;-)). Right now I'm very upset because my sister is leaving me and going back to Warsaw today and I will miss her so.... Oh, the year 2001 is almost over. I must say that I've really done everything (o.k, *almost* everything) I wanted to do. For example: I started to play drums at the school of music, I've met Evelyn who showed me the meaning of true friendship, I've bought a new bass guitar, I've managed to organize the band I play in, I went to London, etc. I've also met many fantastic and interesting people like Ola. I love her passion for music and her super cool English accent (thank you Ola! A big hug goes to you, sweet one ;*). The only plan I didn't manage to carry out was to stop loving an older man. Erm...and I'm sad that I've lost good contact with him. Now he's almost like a dream to me. GOSH! 3 years of being in love with the same man, who will never even be mine! I wish I could find real love without constant pain. But the question is: where is it? Where the hell I can find it?! I hope that next year will be also nice to me, and to other people too. And may all bad things go to hell. What are your plans for the New Year's eve?! I think it's going to be a fantastic time for me. Loads of friends are coming from different countries to visit me, and there will be at least 5 bottles of Malibu and Diet Coke. Yummy! Another cool thing is that Myslovitz (my favourite Polish band) are coming to play in the town i live (which is very small, only 8,000 people live here). Their bass player has told me yesterday that they're busy making new songs for their next CD. I'm so excited!!! I've already heard some of it, and I must say I'm impressed. It sounded a bit like Low and (God bless them)...Sigur-Rós! hehe... (Btw, the same guy has also told me that Myslovitz are going to London again in spring hehe..) Wow! It's already real winter in my town. Everything's covered in snow and kids are playing on the streets and make silly snowmen ;-). And the skiers whizz on the slopes. booo... I will have to leave my skis and sledge at home this year because of my poor leg.... O.K that's all for this "blah-blah" e-mail... I apologise for writing such uninteresting things Take care and be careful with your health! maja P.S- My mum has just brought me a advant calendar with chocolates inside ;))) -- Tego nie znajdziesz w żadnym sklepie! [ http://oferty.onet.pl ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: I don't have any puns (appendix)
by Rachel PY 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Ken forgot.. 23. say something controversal (especially about B&S) to spark off a list debate. Rachel PY P.S.: 24. Strain everyone's mailbox still further with an e-mail with 3 lines, but in disguise and pretend that no one would notice. However not forgetting to apologise saying "Sorry, I won't do it again". _________________________________________________________________ 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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