September 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: I'm lucky I can open the door and I can walk down the street
by Madeleine McNeil 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

I have been trying out which songs are best to listen to on my personal stereo, whilst walking through town of an evening, and I think that Dirty Dream #2 is just about the best. It works like this: Press PLAY at the beginning of the green album and climb on the bus, listen to it non stop on the way into town. A Space Boy dream is half way through as you get off the bus in town. You listen to it as you stride purposefully round the corner, past the cash machines spitting out money to the Top Shop kids posing beside them. You pass the taxi rank, resisting the urge to jump in a cab for the five minute journey. The Town Hall clock glows about you, you check it, not too late not too early. It chimes for 9.15 pm. Down the main shopping street, skillfully avoiding the buskers and the few homeless figures stretched out in front of the bank. They speak to you but you can't hear a word as the music seeps into your head. A little further, past McDonalds, where the bouncers stand outside, laughing, in their long black coats, their cups of coffee steaming in the air. Past the RAWK club, where you may even end up that night, if you're drunk and defenseless enough by closing time. And then it's time to run the gauntlet. The row of four pubs, each selling cheaper drink than the last. Girls in strappy sandals and boys in identikit shirts and chinos stand outside, pushing each other, seeing how the night is shaping up. Their mouths move soundlessly as you push your way through, with every step feeling their eyes on your battered shoes and non-glam jeans and sensible coat ensemble. You focus on the sound in my head as you breeze by them, and are untouchable. Next obstacle: the underpass. You grasp your keys in one hand, a lit fag between the fingers of the other. That way, you can burn or hit any attacker. Your shoulders tense as you walk down the steps, but then Dirty Dream #2 starts, and you hear the soaring violins, and to be truthful, you think a little about sex and as you walk through the underpass, under the strip lighting, you heart lifts, and you're floating, you're fucking flying and you dare them, dare any single one of them out there to try you now and you're walking on air with this sound in your head and your blood. You leave the underpass, breath a little easier, reaching the canal as The Boy With the Arab Strap begins. You pause to look a moment over the moon on the water and the swams leaving V-shaped paths in current. The recorders are playing as you reach the pub and finally press STOP. You go into the pub and kiss the loved one on the mouth and as you stand at the bar waiting for drinks, you realise that no one else knows how full you heart is, but it doesn't seem to matter. Love Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ 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: Manchester Pic-a-nic
by Photojenni27＠aol.com 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

Ok boys and girls, seeing as I've been appointed picnic mummy by the lovely PeetsketchSteve...it's about time I started sorting things out. Is the 15th of September cool for everyone? And where is the best place for everyone who wants to go to get to? I'm going to be all democratic about this and let everybody recommend a place and then we can decide where would be the nicest (and the most obtainable!) place to get to. I'm very much in favour of Platt Fields Park in Fallowfield as that is where I used to go when I was wee and they have a nice lake there just made for picnics. Granted, they have a lot of flashers too...but I suppose that just comes with the terrain :-) I'm going to Smile tonight anyway, so I can see if it will still be on the day of the picnic so we can go there afterwards (I don't see why it shouldn't be on!) If you want to email me with suggestions or offers of help and smiles (always appreciated!) that would be lovely. And if you ever see me in the street, I'm the mod-looking one with short black hair and a dreamy look on her face. Do say Hello :-) Love and Picnic baskets Cay xXx "Girlfriends? Boyfriends? They come and go, Now Pickled Onion Monster Munch? They're eternal..." http://photojenni.diaryland.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: Line 22 of page 36 of the book she was reading contained both our names
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

Hewwo, Well, its Monday, I have a really bad cold, someone buzzed me today and nearly burst all my stitches, and those kids who bet me up a lot keep giving me evils, but I'm still in an undefeatable good mood. I am never going to ever touch wine again ever after last weekend. I went to stay in fife, and three of us went on a legendary Tour Of Scummy Pubs In Glenrothes only in the third one (i think) I bought a bottle of wine, and no one would drink it with me, and it was the 15% stuff that costs a fiver and tastes like Meths. And apparantly I got quite ruined. It was one of those nights where I did everything that could possibly ever be embarrassing. Like Jaz said something silly and I called her a retard really loudly and over and over again because I was being drunk and obnoxious. But there was this couple sitting with their son at the next table, and their son had Down's Syndrome, so they thought I was shouting it at him, and the three of us nearly got kicked in. And I left my mobile phone in the car. Rats. Oh and I was sick, a lot. And it was that bright purple radioactive stuff and it tasted of Ribena, because all my bodily fluids are in fact Ribena. I only mention my sick because it was purple and therefore good. Oh and I saw planet of the apes, which was rubbish. School is swell at the moment, cause it's not too late on in the term, so I can doss about without fear of panic. Except I don't, cause I'm hellbent on leaving from 5th year. But it's generally been grate since the Blonde ditched me for the Posse Girls and now she can't stop me from having other friends. And I'm walking home instead of getting the bus, and I'm taking packed lunches too (packed lunch = crisps and 6 bottles of Ribena) Ooh, it's picnic season. I like picnics of the sinister variety. I want to come to the Embra one. I hope I can. I'm feeling quite sad now the the Runaway Thread is finished. I thought it was going to go on forever. i hope Belle and Sebastian cover an Anal Cunt song because it would be funny. Isobel singing I Gave Your Kid Aids So You Could Watch It Die. Actually, maybe everyone should be really glad that they would never do that. B&S are pure, I promise. I better go now, early night and lemsip calls. Sniff. Hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: yo mama!
by Astrid Wiezell 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

Hello drrrrrlings! I hope that all of you are having a fab day, mine sura has been! I skipped p.e and took the bus to Stockholm insted with my friend Anna. I bought a NME, and an absolutely fantastic record: bad cash quartet - outcast. It´s just ACE. Some of the wedish papers have compared bad cash quartet with the stroked, and all agrre: bad cash quartet is the better one. I mean, maybe I WOULD have bought the record (strokes) if they weren´t so overexposed and overrated. Sure, they play quite good music, sure. But I don´t think that it´s more than that. If anyone of my friends come up to me and tell me to by the strokes, I might just spontaneously throw up. I am SICK and TIRED of the strokes. I got a record yesterday as well, a late birthdaygift from my uncle and his family, with a swedish artist called Magnus Carlson. The album title translates as "It´s just you, you, you". I LOVE IT! It´s very melancholic, dramatic, a whirlwind of emotions that grabs you and you get caught up in the middle of it all. Too bad that you don´t know how to speak swedish, because then you could listen to loads of fantastic music. I think that´s grate, having two languages to listen to. Magnus Carlson sings in a band called Weeping Willows, and their most famous song is blue and alone. I bet it´s on audiogalaxy.com, so download it, it´s a very beautiful song. We have been told, in our swedish class, that we should write a novel. UH. I CAN write those kind of novels that are just about girl meets boy and they fall in love blah blah blah. And write it for myself, sure. But would I let my teacher, one of the most repulsing persons I´ve ever met, read a lovestory that I´ve written? NO! I´m thinking of writing about a fox. But I don´t know what to write about it. We read a novel in our swedish class today, that was about a caraccident, and a child gets killed, so it was a really horrible thing to read. But it was a picture of the author, and, I feel ashamed to tell you, that I thought "WOW, he sure looks good!". But then I felt really bad about it, because I SHOULD be thinking about how he was telling a story, but still, I had that stupid, superficial thought stuck in my mind like gum in your hair. I think I´ll go and eat some chocolate bars instead of writing more crap. Take care, Astrid xxx ---------- http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/darling a site about b&s and their fans´ love to them. ---------- _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Ring upp till 70% billigare med Spray Smart http://www.spray.se/smart/allman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 pilgrimage has gained momentum
by Robert Brennan 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

Ally Cookie mentioned someone else who mentioned early REM. The words 'REM' and 'early' placed within flirting distance of each other is enough to make me coo with delight but I won't cos I'm at work. Murmur barely got a mention but that's my 'fave' (unless I'm in a really contrary mood then it's Fables Of The Reconstruction - and soon the punches fly). It always takes me back to being a miserable 15 year old wondering why those sounds made him feel like he did despite the barely audible lyrics - ahhh. I wonder if it's healthy to like music that reminds you of being a depressed teenager? Hope so. Oh and the pictures of the kudzu vines and the trestle bridge on the sleeve are ace. Light, shadow, nature, architecture... mmmmm. I've got a soft spot for Document as well - although The One I Love has gone a bit stale and tends to be skipped these days. It was played by the band at a wedding reception once which I found a bit bizarre. All depends on individual interpretation I suppose. So there's a picnic in Embra. I'm gonna be up in Scoatland visiting friends west o' Glesgie that weekend so on the 15th I'll attempt to drag a non-sinister B&S fan across the country to the other, more postcardy city for byooze related funs. Thanks to everyone who said nice things about the Red Knickers photos. No reponse to the caption 'competition' yet. Probably for the best but I'm still accepting entries due to my failiure to set a closing date. 'At the end of the day I'll forget your name.' Robster ____________________________________________________________ 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: Edinburgh Picnic- stop press
by Gordon 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

Hullo again. After some to-ing and fro-ing, if not to say toeing and frolicking yet, a bunch of us have decided that a nice place for our picnic (that is, the soonest Scottish one, as plenty are going on or are being planned for elsewhere too) would be Edinburgh's Royal Botanic Gardens. 2pm, 15th Sept, 2001. Although I suspect that consumption of picnics amongst their prized collection of 'representatives of most families of flowering plants, conifers, cycads, ferns and their allies - nearly 17,000 species' might have to be somewhat on the discreet side, we can always go to the pub after (nearby Stockbridge has some nice ones) and, if it's raining, there's a hothouse full of exotic things. The idea is that's it's simply a rather attractive and interesting place to meet up. And it's free to get in. The link below describes what buses to catch, etc: http://www.rbge.org.uk/visitor/visinfo.htm#inverleith This map may also be of assistance: http://www.multimap.com/map/browse.cgi?scale=25000&X=325000&Y=676000&gride=… The gardens are in the middle, at the top. Waverley station is towards the middle, on the right. I hope the link works... if not, try the multimap.com site. The main entrance is on Aboretum Place. If anyone wants to meet earlier at, say, Waverly Station, let me know and, of course, please E-mail if you have any other queries. Unfortunately, in the blurry and latter stages of the picnic by the sea, my mobile phone disappeared... elsewhere. If someone who does posess the requisite equipment would like to offer to be mobile networker on the day that would be cool. Richard? OKYDOKY. I think that's about it. Now that there seem to be a few people definitely on board, the whole thing is gaining momentum and, hopefully, lots of you will be able to come. I still want to gatecrash Harry's party, though :) Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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by joanna tsoni 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

Lost day... One Lost day.... One more Lost day.... I draw the curtains aside and for the first time today i see the day outside. It's cloudy. And still. Everything seems numb. So silent. And like awaiting for something that is yet to come. Though it never does. It's always on its way...always imminent and its omnipresence haunts my days...For 20 years now our paths have never been crossed.... The windows of the houses and the blocks of flats, like open mouths with foul teeth, like eyes that have been pulled out, stare agape into the grey-blue void. I draw thecurtains back and I feel safe in their shade.The Clientele's melodies are filling the time and space of my room. I don't really know why I'm writing this. I don't really think i have something to say. As usual. It's just that when I dont have something to say I say the most. . . . . ..... I live, thus i exist....What a misconception! Living doesn't necessarily mean existing, and the other way round. Ultimately everybody lives...Each one his own separate meaningful in its mediocrity, life....But how many of us L i v e and E x i s t at the the same time really? I think, thus i think....It's been a long time since I last dared to think. Immaturity on the one had and the violent outbreak of sexuality on the other, led teh brain to a pleasant nirvana...I can't say it was a bad experience though....Not at all...Dancing, boozing, singing, meeting people, flirting, having sex...I could even describe it as pleasant maybe. The only thing is that this specific state of mind has a vEry bIg drawback.....it's SO extremely T e m p o r a r y.... Everything was really going very well. Trapped and blinded by all teh luring beauties of this new life , on teh outskirts of teenage, the mind thought it was HaPpY. But still...deep inside it felt that something wasn't right. There was a small void, a little black hole, sucking all the light, that was left empty however beutiful life was or seemed to be.... Suddenly everything changed. The heart started beating faster and heavier...So intense her beating was that the whole body started to shudder and shake. The body hurts. Thinking gets blurred. Arms and legs are paralysed. Eyes get wet. The fairytale wants teh princess to cry over the dead prince and her tears to bring him back to life. Fairytales come true as it seems sometimes... This cry of pain of the heart was transmitted throughout the body, reached the head and was directed to the eyes. The silent guards of subjective reality yielded under the glory of Pain. Tears. Tears of dissilutionment, sadness and doubt. They slowly flow at first, beginning from the burning hot top, the soft,fleshy holes beneath the eyes , ending to the frozen end...my chest. They reluctantly yet so decisively carve their descending route on the wretched, cold and dusty skin. How strange, instead of becoming a part of teh iceberg themselves, they begin to melt the ice. Tears have broken into the frozen prison of the mind.I can feel something cracking, breaking inside me. maybe that hard stone in me. The only salvation is to bend over the cracks on the stone and suck the tears that lies cool and life-giving in the depth. However cold, rough and sharp teh rock might be under my bleeding lips. Only this tear can put off this inexplicable heat and loosen my bonds. All, or almost all people fall into the trap sooner or later. Some of them remain trapped, stupefied, blinded by this glow and glitter in there. The few ones that manage to escape, see that this blinding light is nothing more that a 25 W lightbulb. A fake deceptive, faint light, able to lure you only because its's teh only source of light in the darkness of the trap. Black, Thick Darkness that engulfs you. Penetrating your body every time you think you achieve something important...Money, clothes, abuse, show-off, mindless and emotionless sex. Then everything is simple. Thought abandins the body that is left ungoverned like the ball of the pin-ball games.... Am I awake? or am i dreraming perhaps? Do I really believe that i have broken out of my prison at last while i have only been transferred to a deeper cell? I dont know but my heart hurts. ....Not that much......just a little....but it hurts....I can feel it...I recognise that pain....It's been a long time since I last hurt like that and i remember choosing the shameless selling of myself in order to avoid feeling anything ever again..... I collect my broken pieces off the ground. The war was short but destructive.... I'll need some time to recover. But i wont give up.... I'll keep fighting my own war, Alone. I'll keep searching for my Utopia. I still have a lot to learn. But i can do it... A step at a time.... ....... sorry for the tremendous lenght of this....but i suppose i can get away with it since its been more than 3-4 months since i last pestered the list with my rants..... cheers from athens that can't make up her mind....whether its autumn or summer still...... joan of dark _________________________________________________________________ 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: on an oak tree rudely sprawled, KC loved tree
by Apps Ben (Mr B) 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

blimey! what are you lot doing here? Much to mention so I'll press on. It's going picanicagogo around here (there, everywhere) at the moment. If anyone's got a spare plane ticket from UK to SanFran going I'm willing to pay upto half a box of fruit pastilles for the chance to play soccer in Golden Goal Park. Failing that by happy coincidence I'm going home to Manchester next week so hopefully will get to Platt Fields (we could give KK's (that's Kevin Keegan not Kirsty Kenyon(oh bother I've got all tied up in parentheses)) kids a game!), Heaton Park or wherever. Grate Lakes, great Scott - what's all this barbed wire business all about? I think we deserve a more detailed account. Seeing other people's posts: Mummy I Grazed my Knee, when commenting on Rob Brennan's lovely photies, said "Apps wins the prize for looking like a young Mathew Pinsent". I think that young man is looking for a ROW - or is that a row? A mention on a post does wonders for one's self esteem dont chu know. After Peter Carter's epic tale of calamity, can we confirm that Kara got home safely? PeteSketchSteve was talking about Track and Field's shindig at the Scala. Hello to Nic, Cabbage, Martin and Paul who I spoke to, and Lucy, Elena and Sally who I didn't (far too shy). The Tompaulin geezer said things about B&S's own Sarah Martin that wouldn't be allowed on this list, but as he didn't say it on this list we'll have to let him off with a black pot a kettle and a big pile of PIES! I went to see Hedwig and the Angry Inch last night and it's fab. A thouroughly inadequate potted review might call it a "touching transexual rock musical odessy" While I'm in review mode go read Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. It's as close to B&S as I've read in a novel. bye then Ben xxx 'Bored of trade since 1978' +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: health is worth more than learning.
by Richard Gillanders 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

not much here. with a hardbacked, abridged, children's edition of 'gulliver's travels' nearby. I think. of. "blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.". a connection more lateral than literal. or maybe it is literal. literally. gordon: unfortunately. my communicating abilities [you're wanting them on a mobile level] are as hampered as my organising ones. which might be appropriate for a picnic. but. no. I cannot be the 'networker'. although I would like a title of some sort. and to be involved in its selection. so that it isn't offensive. to me. and doesn't refer to my dutch ancestry. NO. I can't be your 'networker'. not because there was another party and I destroyed a device which is designed to help [or, at least, help] with that one. but. because I don't have one. and if I did. hm. och. lots of other people have mobile phones. and most of them keep them fully charged. someone will volunteer. I just know it. I went to a canyon in nineteen ninety-five. and a different one in nineteen ninety-seven. I think I went to a party in nineteen ninety-six. where did I hear 'happy heart' by andy williams? I have a feeling it was over the closing credits of some film or another. or maybe it just reminds me of the theme tune from 'lovejoy'. the start. anyway. anyone? "Authored in 1939, but unpublished until 1966 (posthumously), 'The Third Policeman' seems like some mad merger of 'Alice in Wonderland' and 'Dante's Inferno'. Arguably his best work, it is a murder thriller, a vision of eternity, a visit to hellish rural police station, and the tale of 'a brief, tender, unrequited love affair between a man and his bicycle'." someone mentioned flann o'brien a while ago. and I remember who it was. I got this book a week ago today. and I read a quarter of it. and lost it. the book. that is. I saw the james orr complex at nice 'n' sleazy's last year. he was really quite good. if I remember. correctly. oh. I don't know. yeah. he was very good. there are acoustic nights at nice 'n' sleazy's. does anyone go to those acoustic nights at nice 'n' sleazy's? like. tonight's? I'm clutching at straws. when there should be other clutching. happening. forget it. LOVE, richard. ____________________________________________________________ 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: Rolf Harris, Chocolate, Bikinis, Rock And Roll
by idleberry 03 Sep '01

03 Sep '01

hey you lot! Hmm. Eating chocie when I oughta not eat chocie. Supposed to go on holiday next week, although I ain't got a passport. and how on earth am I supposed to look good in a bikini with a few wobbly bits (read "few" as "far too much and lots of") that won't go away? Hmm. comfort eat chocolate. Hey! I saw Rolf Harris on Saturday in Glasgow, signing autographs on sauchiehall street, before entering into the Garage. Sitting in Nice N Sleazies at the time of spotting, most of the other drinkers went a bit star struck. Or maybe it was just me. My boyfriend'll deny it, but he was starstruck too. Bought a capo at the weekend, and some pectrums. Now I am ready to take over your lives. Everything sounds better now. Mind you, saw James Orr Complex supporting Papa M at Sleazies, and if thats the standard, this miss has so much to learn. *sigh*. Music falls into bunches of catagories. 1. Wow! Thats amazing! So inspiring! I wanna write music now! 2. Thats alright. Ho hum. (Possibly the worst reaction you could evcer have) 3. Thats not really..my cuppa tea... (I would confess to someone) 4. Wow! thats really inspiring! Its sooo incredibly stupendously awful! Yipee! I have a chance of making it! I know I'm better than them/him/her/ it /whatever. 5. Oh god. Thats fantastic. I'm never gonna be that good. I might as well give up now. *bursts into tears of frustration and jealousy* 6. God Speed You Black Emperor? Pass the prozac. *Muffled sounds of idleberry being passinoately hateful for GYBE* if you can think of any more, then feel free to tell. Right, Thats all from me today. Later you lot, *hugs snogs and thumbwars* idleberry ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.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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