August 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: A Greek Ink Polaroid
by Dahling 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

Um, this isn't from me, so don't reply to my address. This post is from Miss Dahling [dahling(a)ismydarling.co.uk] who is (a) stuck in the nursery and (b) stuck in Athens. She would be out of the nursery by now because she's a previously-mature listee who has returned from beyond the seas; but she's not because Honey is on holiday. Honey: I hope you don't mind me doing this, but she promised she'd make up for it by being *extra* nice to you when she comes to visit. (oh, I had to think up the subject. Sorry, dahl, if you think it's crap. bye everyone, will) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [start reading here] Whatever happened to those verbal photographs? Mine would look like this, I suppose: There is a heat wave, and I defy it, going into the streets to escape the insufferable closeness of my fifth-floor apartment. Everything is closed. The shopkeepers are inside, huddled with their children around air conditioners like ovens. I pass a park where old men gather. They line up and jeer and I clench my fists and jaw in anger. I'm not particularly pretty, but it doesn't matter, because I am so obviously a foreigner, and therefore easy in their eyes. Water drips on the sidewalk from air conditioners overhead. Instead of avoiding the shower, I purposefully get wet. The droplets seem to sizzle for a second on my burning shoulders before evaporating. The heat, so loathsome before, now seems cozy. It tickles my skin and enfolds me in its embrace. Any embrace is welcome about now. Why am I here, where everyone is a stranger, where every glance is potentially lecherous and completely unwelcome? Once so full of ambition, I now spend my days in bed, my nights playing solitaire until my eyes hurt. And when I close them, I dream of people I have never met, but who would undoubtedly change my life forever. I head for the shade of a cafe. All around me, the cacophony of foreign sounds clouds my hearing. I imagine they are having very important conversations that I will never understand. Maybe they are exploring the meaning of life and, discovering it, will turn to share it with me, but it will fall on ignorant ears. But no, I understand some words. They are only discussing dinner, and the weather. The cafe is placed irreverently atop a metro stop. The tables shake as a train passes underneath and I wonder how this place became so popular. All the tables are full. People strain to be heard over the noise of the station. The sun beats down on the pavement, sending up heat waves that make everyone look hazy. I watch as couples meet, as parties take out their backgammon boards and teen girls try to mask their furtive glances. The men don't bother. They stare openly and plan their attacks. The waiters hang about listlessly and I imagine they are playing little games, trying to determine where everyone is from. A starving kitten sways under a table, unnoticed, except by an old man who clicks away on his beads and does not seem to care. A crazy man wearing only a pair of shorts and a two-prong beard runs down the street, attacking cars, and holds up two fingers at me. There is an accident and the old man is hit. He lies there, a little stunned, dead perhaps. No, he jumps up and resumes his ranting. I cry a little, despite myself. Maybe he's just trying to be understood but is not using the right words, like me. Maybe he is also lost, looking for love, or even a friend, in a foreign, uninviting land. Maybe he sees something others do not. Sometimes I think there is nothing more glorious in the Athenian summer than rain. I have never known such rain - so pure and cleansing. It comes in unexpected bursts, after weeks of searingly hot, sweaty dinginess, and gently rubs away all the filth. It pulls down the pollution and runs yellow from the sidewalks, collecting in the slick streets in great pools. People run outside to briefly take it all in, then run back inside a little wet, and laughing. It is over almost as suddenly as it began, leaving behind a freshness hard to describe - like breaking free from the inside of a car that has been collecting heat, ozone and a little exhaust for hours. You gasp in quick breaths and feel your pores opening to suck it all in. Okay, enough of that already. I hope you are all keeping yourself well-fed and slept and free of disease. Hospitals are no fun, especially for sensitive people who find themselves in foreign lands. I like seeing all these skinny sensitive boys transformed into sinister studs. I am too poor to buy Jonathan David. I am falling behind. But it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I've been relating more and more lately to Aden's ``Scooby Doo.'' I suppose that makes me old, doesn't it? Hmm... Love and other indoor sports, Dahling +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: We're turning into lamposts
by Alasdair Cook 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

Happy birthday Sinister! It is today isn't it? Was it supposed to be a surprise? My girlfriend told me to write this. She also told me to write that she told me to write this. This post is going woewards. Well, she did tell me. I've been out. Which means that when I come back, I have one or two Sinister mails to catch up on. Poor structure. Correct tense. I've read them all now; I particularly liked the one that mentioned Ken Chu, however the person who sent it seemed to make an error, as it appeared 131 times in my inbox. Careful with that 'send' button kids, you never know what might I jest. I always fill in the address last. Sometimes I don't even know the address. But if I send a card marked Cole fan Blackheath London Will they know which one? LLOYD PORTER, SALLY BROOKER, A BUNDLE OF SONGS AND A HELL OF A LOOKER. I forgot to say that Gordon's posts were very good as well. Tailored to all our needs. It's at this point that I start to flag. Union blues. City. Please don't cry. Um... I'm off again soon. I shall be staying for a night or two near the Great Western Road, which is aptly named, I mean, it is great (well, it has the appropriate amount of 'grandiose' about it), it is western (in the context, at least, of Scotland and Glasgow) and most importantly it is a road. Correctness is a commodity too often overlooked these days. One day I'm going to write a book called HOW TO LIVE AN ACCURATE LIFE. Ill gt a man i'n to corect the mitakes. I hear that Mr Harry is moving there, to live, like. It was Mr Harry, wasn't it, or is my ailing memory failing again? Or is my failing memory ailing? Or is my flailing memory derailing? And so on. Anyway, one of these days I might Hunt Him Down. Aeons ago, Kristen wrote: one might imagine there to be something rather sexy about see-through corduroy pants, but there really isn't. And she's so wrong. I fear, however, that it is too late. Chu: And then after doing the rituals of my mum giving me a list of 350 things I need to do and 300 telephone numbers I have to phone up in 1 minute flat, and me doing those 750 things, Kenneth's degree was not in Mathematics. Don't all jump on him at once. PF: ALLY62 I have been chucking away bits of paper and writing poetry about it. ITV have got the footy. Are you worried? The answer is: vaguely. What bits of paper? 62? You're over my head again, mon. Geezer. MOTD Year 00, perhaps? I dinnae ken. Could it be that even Chu dinnae Ken? I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm afraid most of the time, being a Belle and Sebastian fan. The threat is constantly there - I mean, a new record could come out at any time. I'm joking. I think. I've just completed my life's work, btw. And still I haven't included everything I wanted to. Oh well. It comes in two parts. You have to have the first to understand the second, perhaps, and the other way round. It's all linked, see? It could be called something silly like Secrets Of The Heart. That would be the sub-heading. The real heading would be 1995-2001, The Best Of... I've just filled in the address. It's going to Maryhill. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________ 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: How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away?
by Laura Llew 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

As Mr. Ned Steadman - my chemistry teacher in high school - used to say, "It's not what you say it's how you say it." Of course, he also used to say, "There's no such thing as a stupid question except for the one that isn't asked" until I came along. After that it was: Me: Can I ask a dumb question? Mr. Steadman: Like nobody else, Laura. Like no one else... I value sincerity and integrity (which is the real reason I like when boys call me beautiful. I appreciate honesty.) so much more than someone's taste in music or literature or flavor of hot chocolate that I'm having trouble following this Indier than Thou thread. Personally, I've found the best thing is to find someone who doesn't like music that much. That way they don't really care what you play on roadtrips as long as it doesn't give them a headache. Oh sure you don't have anyone to trade cds with but that's what Transatlantic Mix Tape Challenges are for! Plus, I thought the cool thing in Indieville these days was self depreciating humor and insecurity. Not that I would know about that kind of thing since I'm rather daft. If you stand me, you can hear the ocean. My fellow (and adored) southerner, Matthew Henderson, keeps speaking my heart. His subject line of "Life in a Southern Town" got me to thinking (scary prospect I know) about my own little town here. When I was talking to an old co-worker about what she was up to these days she told me she was starting Cosmetology School soon and said that perhaps she'd be able to cut my hair someday. I discovered I indeed live in one of those warped quirky southern towns when I realized that I was thinking, "I had to testify as to your character after you ran a high school teacher over and dragged them halfway up Pendleton street on the hood of your car AS IF I'm going to let you near my head with anything sharp." Of course, I need to take some kind of solace in my place in life now that I've realized that I'm an abomination in the sight of Will Porter. It's a tragedy indeed. Well, Madeleine, I don't know about your foray into the world of Librarianism and a constant case of the sniffles. However, I have a suggestion of utter clutzyness if you were to decide to become a bookshop girl instead. I didn't find any problem adjusting to this at all as I believe the key is making an utter fool of yourself. The other day I was trying to walk in between the small space between the service counter while carrying a rather large and unweildy box. I was trying to figure out how to fit both of us through while trying different approaches but to no avail. I kept almost knocking things off - that's when I heard someone chuckling. I looked up to find a guy my age staring at me just LAUGHING as I had kept trying and retrying to fit though... He was waiting to buy a book so I set my box down and started to ring him up when my glasses which had somehow found their way pushed up on top of my head (instead of perched on my nose) started to tilt. So, I decided to take them off when they became tangled in my hair. Oh dear. So, I turned around - while blushing furiously - trying to get my glasses back from the grasps of my curls much to the amusement of this boy. He said something sympathetic like, "I hate it when that happens" which caused me to stare at his head which was very commpletly devoid of hair. INDEED - I'm sure that happens to baldy all the time! Yes, so get used to being laughed at and never being good enough for boys named Will. Somehow rejection hasn't been hard to acclimate myself to either. Of course, today I'm wearing my Myrna Minkhoff shirt and I feel Minxalicious. watch out boys*, Laura "meeting all dem der Laura Llew needs since 1977" *Mmm, that means that Billzebub & Jimmy G & Dreamy Breamy should all be waiting for me to harass them quite shortly. Muwahahaha. PS - I'm planning to make a trip up north in October. Sexpot Sauer - now that I know you have a feather bed up there at NYU expect to find me at some point sinking into it. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Sinister Great Lakes Picnic Instructions
by JAMES GILMER 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

Okay, Sinister children of the Great Lakes area, as you may (or should by now) know, the First Sinister Great Lakes Picnic is going to happen on September 1st, that's 6 days and counting. Anyways, some good news and some bad news. Good news is I know at least eight or nine of us are going to be there without a doubt, maybe more if they can make it. More good news is that Ribena and Red Bull will be served. Slight bad news, I don't know how many were planning on doing an overnight thing, but I had mentioned that we might make a camp out after the picnic proper to chat and drink and such, camping out is good, especially when drinking, especially as we don't have the good fortune to have public transportation in this country that can carry our liquered up selves home. Sadly, being the Labour Day weekend, most of the campgrounds are either full up or near full up. The only choice for people who'd want to stay and have a drink up would be to get a hotel room and crash on floors (which could be rather cheap if there are several of us, and I'm not at all opposed to sleeping on floors), but I'm not sure what the group thought is. Anyways, let's just keep the mad all-night drink up as a possibility and concentrate on the picnic. I figure we should all meet in South Bend, Indianna at around 1pm - 2pm, some of us are driving a rather long way, so this should give us time to make sure everyone arrives (remember, Labour Day weekend traffic sucks). Directions below provided by a fellow listee: It is called Leeper Park and it is just on the south side of the Saint Joseph river off of Business 31. Take US 31 south and turn right on either Riverside Drive or Park Lane, the first and second rights respectively. At the point where Park Lane deadends into N. Lafayette there is a tennis center and that would be a dandy place to meet up. People could even bring rackets if they fancied a game. Detailed neighborhood map: http://www.mapquest.com/cgi-bin/ia_find?link=btwn/twn-map_results&zoom_leve… Map of SB and the I-80/US 31 exchanges could be found by zooming out on this map Please check Yahoo maps or map quest if you have any further questions on how to get there, or contact me and I will relay your questions. Just to make it clear; we will be meeting up at the tennis center in Leeper Park. Look for me, I'll be driving a blue Achieva and wearing an orange Isobel & Fox B&S shirt. 5'7", short spikey hair and an idiot's grin with black rimmed glasses. See a piccy of me (as well as a few from B&S gigs) at: http://photos.yahoo.com/jgilmer2001 I won't be that hard to recognize. Anyone who wants to bring snacks, food, drink, whatever is welcomed and encourage. Musical instruments are also strongly encouraged (and if I could play it worth a damn I'd bring my 12-string) and anything/anyone else you'd like to bring is more than welcome. Any questions, comments, thoughts, spare change, et al, are more than welcome and appreciated. Drop me a line if you can make it or if you have questions. Hope to see you all there (at least all the Great Lakes people) Jim "Being clever's a fine thing, but sometimes a boy just has to get out and meet girls" - Grant Morrison _________________________________________________________________ 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 Case Of the Runaway Thread : Part 8
by Desmond Torpey 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

The evening air grew chillier as Comaboy hurried along 34th Street and he dug his hands further into the pockets of his battered old duffel coat. The purple flashing neon lights of Honeys Bar stung his eyes as he approached. They should never have let that cowboy firm of decorators 'Jenowls' do the interior design. Even the toilet water now had a sickly purple hue. Comaboy paused at a nearby newspaper stand to pick up the latest Sinidigest and was greeted by shocking developments. ***EVIL CHU GANG STRIKE AGAIN IN TREE-SEX HORROR*** The grip of evil Dr Chu on this fair city tightened again last week as the villanous gang turned their attentions to the vice trade. Several witnesses saw the crimnal genius mastermind posing for a series of sickening photgraphs involving innocent shrubbery. Two camels and an anteater were rushed to hospital after Saturdays incident and police say they are stepping up efforts to bring 'Don Chu' to justice.... Comaboy couldnt bring himself to read anymore. The indie shchmindie case was still not solved and the narrator was running out of ideas. Where was Idles when you needed her? Fooling around with that scoundrel Murdoch no doubt. Comaboy sighed as he strode up to Honeys bar. He passed a drunken looking dame sprawled on the pavement outside, muttering to herself. "You okay?" he growled. The girl just burbled back at him something about Honey having it in for her and frankly being a bore. Comaboy should have known. It was thatIsabel Lark, still hanging around after all this time. She was one crazy lady. Sidestepping the drunken figure,Comaboy walked into the welcoming warmth and winked at Aunt Sadie. Sure she didnt have much between the ears but for an old dame, she was kinda cute. Refusing the offer of a double ribena (Comaboy had been on the wagon for several years and he sure as hell wasnt gonna star again now) he stuck with his usual gin and went to sit by the window. It was a Tuesday so Sam was back on the piano, banging out 'We Rule The School' with those crazy crutches of his. Comaboy sat back and reflected on the whole situation. Honey was still holed up in France, Idles hadnt been seen in days and the evil Chu gang was growing every day. What was needed was another appearance from V-Bird. She seemed to know what was going on in a cryptic round about kind of way, and that hampster of hers still owed him $25. Comaboys daydreaming was cut short as the whole bar seemed to go silent. He looked round and was greeted by a disturbing sight. That slinky walk, that can of Red Bull permanantly being swigged.It could only be one person. The whole of Honeys bar seemed frozen to the spot. Comaboy prayed for a miracle.... TO BE CONTINUED... PS : I had a lovely time at the picnic on Saturday even if i didnt say much. Thanks to stevie trousers for making sure i didnt get lost on the way home :) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.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: pieces of eight
by Stankin' Cooter 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

Ahoy, me hearties! Im sorry; I dont know what came over me just now. I think having this blasted parrot about the place has affected me somewhat. Miss Madeleine of Leicester said: Now, I set the parrot free and send him on his way across a million miles of ocean to Sir David of Stankin Cooter (apologies to slang-sensitive Americans out there). Sir D, the parrot is all yours. Stick him in a pie and eat him for all I care :) It was a long flight for the poetry parrot, but he did eventually arrive, albeit in a foul temper. Given his initially truculent demeanour, I was tempted to stick him in a pie, but frankly, I didnt like the look of him too much. Besides which, Im yet to figure out how my oven works, despite the fact that I moved in months ago. Im almost tempted to figure it out, though, as this parrot has taken to perching on my shoulder and repeating rude things to peoples faces that Ive said about them when their backs were safely turned. I think he might be related to Aunt Sadie. And Miss Madeleine, dont you know that Im afraid of birds? I get a little shiver every time I see their twitchy head-movements, and their sharp beaks and beady eyes make me feel all soft and vulnerable. A friend of mine once touched a duck, and then touched my beer, and I refused to finish it, for fear that Id catch something horrible. Feathers may as well be custom designed to collect germs. Oh yes, Im afraid of germs as well. And birds are directly descended from dinosaurs, you know! And if television has taught me anything, its that Dinosaurs are pure evil, and crave human flesh. Except for that really cool one in the Herculoids that shot rocks out of his horn, or whatever it was. In any case, Ive almost gotten used to having this parrot around; an increasing tendency to launch into an extremely unconvincing pirate schtick is about the only negative side effect Ive noticed. Oh, and Ive a posted a number of times already, but I never really did the whole introduction thing, so now might be as good a time as any to get that out of the way. My names David, as Miss Madeleine rightly points out, although Im not a real Sir. Im also not a real Werther, though there are listees that choose to call me that, for reasons best known to themselves. I live in Adelaide, and design videogames for a living, which isnt very twee. Im sorry. I drink too many gin and tonics, and talk altogether too much nonsense. I also spend perhaps a little too much time in #sinister, so you should come and visit me there, if weve not already met. There. Thats a bit of a relief, actually; at least Ill not have to sign off these emails as Stankin anymore. Theres a story behind that email address, though its a very long and uninteresting one, that Ill not bore you with here. I will, however, add my apologies to those of the lovely Miss Madeleine to any slang-sensitive American listees. Its not an email address I ever intended to send mail from. On top of which, I was originally told that this was a far more obscure slang term than Im now, more reliably, informed that it is. Please let me know if youre REALLY offended; I can always go through the nursery again, and come back with a more suitable identity. Will Porter said: OOh speaking of bands, do you all love Call and Response? You ought to. Call and Response are the poo, and Id very much like to second Wills recommendation. The album is currently jostling for position in the ranks of the best few albums Ive purchased all year. Ive not played it to anyone who hasnt loved it. Its jaunty, swoon-inducing, driving-with-the-roof-down music thats sure to float your boat. While on the subject of music, I had the good fortune to see Simpatico and Sodastream play on Friday night, and I loved both acts unreservedly. I suspect that many of you would too. Simpatico (who is Jason Sweeney, of Pretty Boy Crossover and Sweet William fame) played some new material from his forthcoming record, which sounded absolutely top-hole. He finished his set with a cover of Puff the Magic Dragon, which was an inspired choice, and at least twice as good as youre imagining. Sodastream were breathtaking, and also have a new record that I think they said would be out this week Ive not heard it yet, but if the songs they played live (or the three songs that were on the free sampler they were giving out) are any indication, itll be an absolute corker. Jenowl said: When I read peoples posts out in my head I read them in a scottish voice. Does that mean that someone reads out my post in their head in a different voice? Now thats grand. Ive got an oddly mixed accent myself, but I dont read other peoples posts in it, I read each post with a made up accent, that I imagine the poster would have. Im not very good with accents, so Im almost certainly pretty far wide of the mark in all cases, but it amuses me greatly. Whoever it was that had Ken Chu down as Mojo Jojo is a genius. I never read Kens posts like that before, but I will from now on. I couldnt possibly be more down with the cartoon character = listee equation, though: I always hear Laura Llews posts as if they were read by Penelope Pitstop. Now, how about that poem, parrot? Ive had it explained to me that the current state of the archives has had something of an effect on the long-term memory of this bird, and he cant remember where hes been, or what poems hes squawked. Given that this is the case, hes asked me to pass on a pre-emptive apology if hes already shared this one with you. He may have, as its probably one of the more obvious choices, given that it features a fox in the snow. Its one of his favourites, though, and is a lovely, tight little poem about being visited by the Muse. The Thought Fox I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Besides the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox's nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow lags by stump and in hollow Of a body that is bold to come Across clearings, an eye, A widening deepening greenness, Brilliantly, concentratedly, Coming about its own business Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed. -Ted Hughes There, now get out of here, and go and crap on someone elses carpet for a bit. I think Ill send you off in the direction of the inimitable and very lovely Miss Julie of Cyberglam. Apologies if youve been there already, but if you cant remember, youve got no one to blame but yourself, you daft bird. Ill forego my customary apology for the length of this post, and instead insist that each and every one of you takes nothing but the very best of care. Stay indulgent but guilt-free. Bulk love, -David. _________________________________________________________________ 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: unsubscribe sinister
by Anna 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Belle and Sebastian Ticket!! LA show!
by CrnflkgrlO＠aol.com 27 Aug '01

27 Aug '01

HELLO! I have a Belle and Sebastian ticket available for the LA show, Sept. 6. E-mail me off list if your interested in buying it for the list price, no overcharging like the fans seem to be doing on ebay! BYE! Rachel Cornflake P.S. I'll be back.......hopefully with pictures of Isobel's bum...... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 love Llew. See?
by Robert Brennan 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

******** GOVERNMENT WARNING ******** Recent posts have been found to contain near-toxic levels of Ken Chu. Sinister health officials recently issued a warning about excessive intake of Ken Chu. Their findings indicate that repeated exposure to Ken Chu can lead to heightened sexual desire in both men & women as well as increased red bull levels. They also believe that recreational use of Ken Chu leads to harder levels of DDR. It is recommended that frequent users quit Ken Chu immediately or switch to a less harmful alternative such as unsaturated Laura Llew. For your own safety this post has been certified Ken Chu free. ************************************* Hello... Another weekend, another ace pic-a-nic. I very nearly melted in the baking heat of a Regents Park summer. No wonder the camels nearby looked happy. I was pretty amazed anyone could manage to play football for more than six seconds without collapsing or exploding. I effectively avoided the Radio1 researchers who obviously recognised my absolute terror at the sight of DAT recorders with big microphones. Kudos to all those who committed their voices to tape. Tigermilking was similarly oven-like. I stayed for a couple of cracking sets from Lixi and Lucy and danced like the drunken pixie I usually turn out to be - fantastic! Alas, the last train waits for no man so I had to leave early dash back to Waterloo in time to get home and sleep forever. BIG SHOUTS AAAHT (like they say on Radio1) TO... Mark C, Mark H, James, Carsmile, Sam and his bionic knee, Peter&Kara, PriscillaStrawberriesAndCreamGirl, Ola, K_____*, Starry and everyone else who I can't remember or whose name I've forgotten and I'm too emabrrassed to admit it. I'm your fan Robsterrr http://robster75.tripod.com *obscured on health advice ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: glasgow university
by Colin Ferguson 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

i've been on this list for nearly two years now, and i must have posted three times. i guess that makes me a terrible lurker: i'm sorry. the purpose of this post is a very selfish one. i'm starting at the university of glasgow this autumn, and i don't know anyone else who is going, and since i'll be living away from home, this scares me quite a bit. so, i was wondering if anyone else on the list is in a similar postion, they might give me a line, and we could possibly arrange a meet-up of some sort. thanks ps: i'm not a right-wing fanatic: the signature is a simpsons quote. just in case anyone got the wrong idea. -- "This money isn't real. It's printed by the Montana Militia." "Oh, don't worry, it'll be real soon enough." +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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