December 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: My guttering days are over (EXCLUSIVE Sinister International Bowling Day!)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 07 Dec '01

07 Dec '01

Did you know what the world's most genius invention is? Holiday pay! Thanks to months of *cough* some hard working I have earned 6 days worth of holiday, so with a stroke of a genius (never you mind who I stroked) I have combined that with the 3 days of Bank Holidays and weekends around Christmas time to give myself a grand, 13 day break. If I were a potty-mouthed man, I would have said "Fuckin' yeah!", but I am in fact a very civilised man, and dare I say quite sexy, so I won't. Does anyone know what is a good thing to do around Christmas time? No? I do! BOWLING This is what you should do around Christmas time, imagine the fun time to be had, you and all your friends going bowling, throwing a ball through 60 feet of well oiled pine (well plastic), having a laugh as your friend sends another ball into gutter oblivion whilst looking like a giraffe, or elephant, or even kangaroo. The hours of pun fun chanting "Keep Bowlin'Bowlin'Bowlin'Bowlin'Bowlin' ush!" a la Limp Bizkit, or "dun! dun! dun! another one bites the dust!" as someone knocks down a pin, or, more likely, as someone falls flat onto the floor. (Hi Jeremy ;-)). As Stuart Murdoch himself once sang: "Oh no the snow stopped snowing, maybe we'll get some bowling and drinking in, and looooking at the sky" So, how about it? SINISTER BOWLING DAY Sinisters gather to go bowling and drinking! Got the Christmas blues? Hurl it away down the lane and knock those pins down well and true! Got the Christmas joy? Then there's no reason to be coy! HERE'S THE SCIENCE BIT, CONCENTRATE You should all come. Anyone near the London area who wants to spend an afternoon of ten-pin heaven then an evening down the pub with me (who doesn't?), drop me a line! The day Saturday 29th December stands out as a great day for it, because: 1) It's in between Christmas and New Year, so there's nothing else to do. 2) It's in between Christmas and New Year, so telly will be rubbish! 3) It's near Christmas, so it would be quite so very festive to get a "Turkey" (three strikes in a row). Those who don't live around London, should organise your OWN bowling meetups, THEN, we can all be Reporting Back on the regional hi-scores to reveal the Sinister Bowling Champion 2001! Have I in fact just invented something better than holiday pay? No, but it's still pretty good. Get those bowling shoes ready hipsters! See you on the 29th! Bowling Shoes and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Those who followed the thread months ago about Stealing Bowling Shoes can participate in another regional competiton of "Who can steal the most pairs of shoes" as well. _________________________________________________________________ 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: night out in Montreal
by Fox in the snow 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

If anyone is in Montreal and interested to go out somewhere , there's this new club on Prince Arthur called le Bal Masque ( at 78 Prince Arthur) near metro Sherbrooke.. On thursdays it's a nite called Hacienda and the dj ( lady velvet ) plays all kind of music from britpop to madchester to Uk indie, and belle and sebastian gets played there amongst a lot of other bands. Cheers, fox in the snow :) _________________________________________________________________ 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: the misdemeanours of wilbur, part XII "wilbur discovers sugar."
by Corduroy Boy 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

Dagnammit, I'm rapidly running out of things for wilbur to do. Today you shake in your boots, posse people, as Corduroy Boy returns with a vengeance. And, of course, a smattering of ribena. (Or, elise, "Koolade", although I still seriously doubt it is in the same league. OK, I was barefacedly lying about the vegeance but *not* about the ribena.) Well well well. Sinister, eh? Back on the old sinnister bus, cranking it up on good old sinister. Yep. Firstly, a large, round furry hel-lo to all who have dealt me a good hand in the past. (Corduroy girl, Elise, Jen (the berry is still with me !XXX) Kirsten (Last time I was around, you'd worn a hole in the bum of your cords. I was really disappointed to be leaving at that point...), Jeanette (the scars are still with me!XXX), that girl who asked me if I was on Sinister the other day at "Offbeat", _ _ _ _(<insert name here) and Jules. And Richard.) So many new faces! The total members counter stays the same, though, leading me to a very sad conclusion. Bobbins, almost forgot the necessary ritual props to Ken Chu and llove to Miss Llew, if she's still around. And Gordon. And Dirty Vicar. And is Lola Monnet still around? She joined just before my fateful holiday, she seemed nice. Anyway, what was I saying? Aah yes, the new people. Hello to you, with cherries on. No doubt you are lying back in your ee-zee recliners thinking, "Who is this new cad about town, who rambles without remorse?" Don't worry, you too will learn in time to simply delete my posts, for I am Corduroy Boy Tom, honer of your finger-to-delete-button-reactions. Catch a minute, Tom, haven't B&S released a new single since your false-swan song? Why, yes, and a mighty one it is too. I have actually written lots about it recently to give to various to people, but suffice to conclude: It's good. And who saw them on "...Jools"? I did, and I never realised how long Isobel's eyelashes were. I shall also forgive them for that out-of-tune violin, as much as I will not be forgiving Jools Holland for brushing over them like dirt under a rug whilst fawning over Tom Jones. Anyway, in my recent archiving I seem to have been wading through some heavy stuff. Which is not always a bad thing. But, as those who know/despise me, this is not really on my agenda, so if anyone would like to venture forth and let me in on what the most recent light hearted fad has been? You know what I mean, sweets, buttock magnitude, spreadables? I'm sure they are all passe now but there must be something of that calibre? To those who know who Steve Vai is (if you don't: virtuoso electric guitarist, fast, loud and heavy...) I went to his gig the other night, *wearing my B&S t-shirt*! Resss-pec. Run out of boring things to say now, better stop before I remember something interesting. Lovin' Spoonful of opal fruits to you all and your friends (Sorry, it's just for me and my dog. I'll be your dog, woof woof woof woof! It's too orangey for crows.) Corduroy Boy Tom This week, I have mostly been eating moldy peaches. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 short
by jeff has arrived 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

-*- Love, Halcyon, and All of That Groovy Jazz Its 430 A.M. and I just got in. Or it was 4:30 when I got in, it's now 4:40. We went to that place in Brooklyn tonight Halcyon. Approaching it you feel the beat vibrating through the ground. The bass was making Smith street jump and bop. Everyone was just feeling the scene. The closer you got to the door the more it sucked you in. The place had a heart buried behind the DJ booth. It was wearing a pair of mirrored sun glasses, an orange vest, oversized jeans and Adidas sneakers. It pumped out seismic rhythms. Opening the door made the bass jump down your throat into your lungs, breathing the whole scene at once. Bass was jumping through veins and feeding my body a beat that could run a persons life. Thumping through the old vinyl shop was a heart beat of drum and bass. Hours flew by like seconds. It made life seem like it was running in fast forward. The scene wouldn�t let go long enough to let you take a breath. Everything was just moving and grooving. Simply living the life of the bass driven heart beat. Sitting there made your head spin and your body rock. Watching the lights and putting fingers on the arterial vein to get some action. Watching the videos on the wall and the girls walk by let you know that this was a hip place to be. We headed back to NYU and cooled out for like an hour. We looked at the pictures of the WTC on the 11th that were hanging on the wall. We talked about how f-cked up that whole situation, and life was, or had become, and then we were thinking of things to do. We ended up heading to a jazz club. We went to this place called Smalls on 10th St. and West 7th Avenue. It was a short walk to get there. We closed the door behind us on the way in. Bang. They went on these tangents that could blow a mind. The pianist had this dark, kind of curly, out grown hair, and a rock for a face. He had a vein sticking out of his neck, and he just wailed at the keys. They banged and crashed. He had a symphony of love in his mind and he just let it rip out of his finger tips. Burning through people�s minds and dancing in the inner most dwellings of the soul. He just went. He carried the group through ups and downs, and side to sides. It was a love story without the tears, who could ask for anything more, right? Making a cerebrum and heart burst in minutes with his dancing fingers was not a problem for him. This 30 something year old guy with a receding hair line plucked a upright bass. He hid in the corner of the group. Knowing the body of the bass like that of his lover made the notes come out so fast you could only think of what they had been doing the night before. His hands cut through the smoke filled air. Mild explosions lit cigarettes while these men told their story the only way they knew. Talk about the trade center, the city talking about drugs, jazz, tomorrow, how they didn't like their jobs, how they didn't like their parents, their bills, their car the cab drivers, and they talked about love. Sat on the side on the couch for the night, we did. We shot sh-t back and forth over the rhythm, talking about the same things as everyone else. There was a bar but no bartender. Only water and juice served there and you poured it yourself. The water was cold though, so there was really nothing to complain about. We joked around about finishing the wine in the bottle on the table that someone had left there. We joked around about college, and talked about how we hoped that we wouldn�t f-ck it up, along with everything else that had gone wrong. So we sat and listened and talked about a whole bunch of things, we drank some water and agreed that next time we went that we would get there at 10pm and stay till 7. Which would kind of throw my laundry schedule out of wack...but hey. I told him about how I wanted to start writing again. He asked me what I wanted to write, I told him Japanese literature, he didn't pick up on it at first. But then he laughed and said it was a good idea. Then he started blowing in the background softly at first, but then it picked up and he was wailing away at a speed I didn't know could come out. The saxophonist was about 25 maybe 26. A short white guy with a red shirt and light tan pants. He blew and blew until he was blue. He needed a break, and so did we. So we bailed. It was 325. We took the A train back to Lincoln center and K- and J- went back to K-�s dorm and I chilled out and waited for the D train to take me home. I just sat there and thought about how nice it would have been to have been sitting next to you in the jazz club and diggin the techno at halcyon. Halcyon is on smith st. 271 I believe. 271 Smith Street. Super groovy place. ===== to the extreme i rock the mic like a vandal light up a stage and watch me jump like a candle __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send your FREE holiday greetings online! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 can't remember ever feeling this happy. I have a terrible memory, though...
by The Cat's Pajamas 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

Dear Sinister, Okay, first off...JOY-DIVINITY-RAPTURE...the new B+S single finally found it's way to central Illinois. Judging from how long it took, the pony express probably had to bring it here after the cd was hand carved by arthritic snails (do snails have hands? nevermind, moving on) All in all, I really like it so far. Not a huge departure from their previous work, which is good. They seem to be moving along musically enough to avoid getting stale, without taking such huge leaps that the fans have trouble adjusting to their new style. How considerate of them. There has been a bumper crop of concerts these last couple of weeks in my town. In the past week I've seen Jimmy Eat World, Ben Folds, Clem Snide, Tenacious D, and Weezer. Everyone was great, except Weezer. They seemed kind of bored. Tenacious D were hilarious, Clem Snide were darling, Ben is good, and Jimmy Eat World were better than I thought they'd be. These kids and their rock music...I don't know what the world is coming to. I was really surprised to see so many well known bands come through town in the past week. Champaign-Urbana is usually pretty good about having interesting things to do, but somedays it seems like the only culture in town is growing in a petri dish in the biology building. I'll be happy to graduate in a week or so and get back to Chicago. I don't know what to make of the Rachel OJ thing. I guess in a Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn kind of way it would be interesting to see what everybody thinks when I'm not around. Although, I'm not as clever as Mark Twain, so I would probably get caught and in trouble too. I hope everything gets smoothed out between everyone involved. I've got my last day of college classes EVER tomorrow, and then finals next week, so if I'm extra scatterbrained or stressed out, don't be surprised. Before I go I need to give some mad props to my sinister homies: Ken for scoring 80 points on one word in literati, and making my first literati experience a lost cause before I even took my second turn Stacey for being the Dahling that she is, and her random words, and brat stories Rachel Fruitloop for a hearty welcome and for being as entertaining on IRC as she is in her posts Chicago Sinisterines...what happened? I don't remember seeing anything about the Chicago meeting...Somebody who was there drop me line, or let the list know how it all went down. No mad props for you until I get some details. and there are others too, but that's enough name-dropping for one post. Bye y'all...have a good day! Jason _________________________________________________________________ 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: Mark & Lard
by Neil Robertson 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

I would just like to say that if anybody is voting for "Jonathan David" as Single of the Year" on Mark & Lards show, (www.bbc.co.uk/radio1) please don't vote lots of times, as we have a reputation for that kind of thing. Cheers, Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: "thats a hippy you just killed! you just killed a hippy!"
by caleb ben moore 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

halo sinisters: a mr. YOUN said: Ola, "my name's alexei yuriy gagarin siege of stalingrad glorious 5-year-plan sputnik tractor dynamo moscow balowski. my father was a bit of a communist, you see" this quote is fantastic! Where is it from? oh! oh! oh! i know! i know! it's from The Young Ones. i think. until later......caleb ben ===== "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." ~Plato "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send your FREE holiday greetings online! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
by Daplyn Elizabeth 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

...and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song. What I want for Christmas, apart from Elijah Wood (is is freaky to fancy a Hobbit?) is a Tigermilking in that there London Village, the which I'm sure Il Biondino Mark is working on if he knows what's good for him. New Year will do, but I feel the need to dance like a loon, and South Wales is not the place for it, unless the dancefloor is made of coal. My Powerpuff Girls advent calendar has been broached, the goose is apparently getting fat, and the Festive 50 is upon us again. However, it may well be a bit too chirpy for those of us who are perpetually lovelorn ie. seemingly most of the contributing list, soppy buggers that you (we) are. Lurkers may all be happily married and wildly in love, but I somehow doubt it. Anyway, even lucky sods like Mr Apps and Ms Fruitloop must have somber moments, when contemplating the vagaries of the universe simply cannot be done to the accompaniment of pretty music about happy things. So, then, howsabout letting me know your top three Moping About Relationships albums? A Misery Loves Company (not the musical. Or the piece by Philip Glass, for that matter) chart may be compiled if I can be bothered. For starters, here's my current run-down: 3. Reading, Writing and Arithmetic - The Sundays: "I never should have said/ that the books that you read/ were all I loved you for" is exactly the kind of thing I find myself regretting. Vitriol is satisfying in the coolth of the moment. But. 2. Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot - Sparklehorse: "I want my records back/ and that motorcycle gas-tank I spraypainted black". And because I got my dad to buy it for my birthday a couple of years ago and had to dictate the title letter by letter several times. 1. The Good Will Out - Embrace: Ooh, I can just hear the stones, pointy sticks and other missiles coming my way. If you disregard the attempts to rock out shouty-style, it makes half a gorgeously gloomy album. I stand by what I've said previously about French horns. And just because. Please reply chez moi, as littering lists with lists is neither big nor clever. Anyway, aren't most pop songs (most artworks, full stop?) either about getting it on or whinging about not getting off? Even the standard 'hello trees, hello sky, you're lovely' (copyright The Field Mice) song is a c/overt variation on "I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er hill and vale; I saw some nice flowers and pleasant shrubs And thought if I wrote a poem about them I'd get a snog. Was I right?" Faced with a painful choice between devoting your precious time to artistic or romantic endeavour? Why not combine the two? I'm just saying, see. Working for the joy of giving? No thanks. But the company I'm temping for produces CDs for Beggar's Banquet (and Mute, Wiija, Setanta, blah blah, blah blah), which means that records by Hefner, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, The Fall, Avalanches, Badly Drawn Boy etc. are made here IN THIS VERY BUILDING. Also Fields of the Nephilim. Cor. Exciting, eh? Oh, what idleness and a customer database can engender. * * * When cars on a dark motorway start weaving and dancing in time to the music on the stereo, you've either had a bit too much to drink or are experiencing a moment of great serendipity. Liz D :x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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'm shutting up to us (now read me.. if you like)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

.. The boy walked through the entrance door, he was accosted by a man who made a gesture at him, which seemed to suggest "Can I help you". So, eloquently, the boy asked the question "can.. I, pay.. some money.. to, er, get in please", and luckily the answer was yes, and so the boy paid some money and got in. To his surprise he was immediately greeted by a friend, the pair of them complimented on each other's immaculate hair styles, and their respective plans on the next direction for their locks, and decided that warmth was the key. And many a chats and chitters later Chirs Leonard was on, who did some amazing things with a guitar that the boy's eyes weren't quick enough to see, but he could hear and it sounded quite heavenly. Then it was the turn of Tompaulin, who started gently with a folk song, before turning up the rock style by smashing a guitar in half, then promptly captured the audience for half an hour with their music. The boy decided he was going to get one of these funny instruments that they had that was both a keyboard and a recorder, but the last time he went to his music shop asking for a "funny instrument" he got something he didn't quite bargain for. The boy's friend then spotted Stuart Murdoch lurking at the back inside this cave, and she pointed it out to the boy. One minute later, the shock was over and the boy exclaimed "arrgh I just saw Stuart Murdoch". But thankfully he didn't ejaculate too loudly. Another friend of the boy took two pieces of paper, and moments later the boy was handed a piece of paper that read, "To Ken, Stkdjlk Mukdjk" which meant a lot to him. Then, the boy was hit by the thought that he had just seen a brilliant gig, and there was still another one to come, and he was very happy. Just as he was smiling the next gig was on, and how he smiled, after a cover of "Brown Eyed Girl" by van morrison, the band played some fabulous tunes. During the gig, the boy visited the toilet to offer the sewer rats a pint of beer, and just as he was almost finished, a man started telling him of a revelation.. "This just confirms it", he said, "That folk music is not my scene". He left the toilet with the last words of "Give me a distortion pedal and electric guitar any day" before the boy could tell him what he thought about his maw. He came back upstairs, and one of his favourite songs by the band was on, and a favourite song of a couple of other persons too, as they sang along to quite some jest, which is the moment when a man (who had rather nice forearms) turned round and shouted, "SHUT UP!" which caused a bit of a shock. The gig then finished on a high note, after which the boy went singing and dancing and dancing and singing whilst the DJ played some tunes on 45. The boy went to ask for a non-terrorvision tune, and it got played. After more dancing and making letters with his arms and imitating Isobel's TOTP dance during Legal Man and a few more tunes, the party ends and everyone got home. The boy and his fellow companion were then shepharded back to the Tube stop by Sgt. SGS, before getting on, indeed, the wrong tubes once again but eventaully got home. That was it. Ken P.S.: Oh, also, the next day the boy got really bored at work and wrote a fair bit about his day the day before. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Don't prisoners have a life? (read me first)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 06 Dec '01

06 Dec '01

The boy woke up at 8:30am, and realised that something wasn't quite right. His left eye was jammed and his right eye was his left eye. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up to play Scrabble over the Internet until 5 in the morning, but it was worth it, he thought, since he won 3 times in a row. So this morning he made himself a trophy, and decided to treat himself today as a prize for being so literally blinding. So he momentarily found his vision and picked up his phone, and dialled what he vaguely believed to be his work's phone number, sure enough the voice on the other end said the company's name. "I don't think I can come in today I'm feeling a bit ill", he said, and without a visa or mastercard transection he just bought himself a day off, all for only the same as a day's wages. The boy then wondered why sitting at home doing nothing felt so much better than sitting in his office doing nothing. He came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be able to dance about singing out loud at work - being slightly mental is expensive, he supposed, unless he was that woman who sang out loud in the office anyway. He treated himself to a nice lunch - a lovely lovely bowl of noodles - then he wondered: is a treat still a treat if you have it every single day? Then he started eating and knew the answer straight away: damn straight. The boy carried on wondering, "How else can I treat myself?" he wondered, he didn't know. So he went to his local shop to see what he can find, the boy likes his local shop, the locality of it sold it to him. He stepped inside his local shop without much local motive, his train of thoughts had derailed it seemed. He decided that he didn't need any bacons for today, for he had already eaten, nor did he need the "Men's Health" magazine, for he was supposed to be sick today, afterall. His eyes were caught eventually at a pack of 10 colouring pens, "I can do with some colouring pens I think", he thought, "besides, tomorrow I can tell my boss I were seeing colours". He decided he was going to be an artist for the day, so, first of all he made a squiggle which he declared to be a symbol for himself. Then he started drawing, but nothing looked very good at all - as he wanted to use up all 10 colours all at once but there just weren't any pictures that had both the colour sky blue and the colour puke pink. So he spent the rest of his day copying the London Underground map as a cover for a tape that he'd made for his friend. Then the time came for the boy to really treat himself, as one of his favourite bands Camera Obscura were going to play live that night in London, together with another band Tompaulin who would soon later become another one of his favourite bands, and a guy named Chris Leonard, who would have been one of his favourite bands, if he was a band. The boy further wondered whether he should take a taxi to the train station, instead of driving so he can treat himself further with a few beverages, as he hadn't had many beverages for many ages, he picked up his phone again, this time without looking, pressed the same digit six times in a row, and rightly enough that familiar, disgruntled voice of the taxi operator appeared, and the boy ordered a taxi, which took him to the train station and in turn the train took him to where the London Underground resided - a place called London. He skillfully skipped, skimmed and skirmished through the skipful of skittles that were swamping the underground station, and masterfully jumped onto the train with inch perfection - it was ironic that he had indeed so dexterously jumped onto the wrong train. He was surrounded by gorgeous London girls, but they weren't going to treat him tonight, nor could they help him get off - he had to wait until the next stop. Eventually, he arrived at the Liverpool Street stop, which always brought a smile and a sigh to the boy's face. As for a brief few months in the past he had had a brief taste of what was not to come, when he had a more than adequately paid job, rubbing shoulders with buzzing businessmen and more memorably with buzzing businesswomen, "Well that was a fun three months", he thought to himself, "but tonight is going to be Funner". After a quick visit to a shop run by an ex-army officer who now cooks Chicken for a living, the boy now had the right mindset as well as the right stomach upset for party... _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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