January 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: aah...abuse,abuse...
by Tom Pettinger 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

So sorry just to ask this but I don't think I'll be posting for a while and I need to know: What is that song/who is that singer on the Jag X-type advert? Is it Nick Cave? Sorry. (But still reply please...) Tom XXX +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: "Limbs stripped bare by the lightning flare / The lighting flare was a wild affair..."
by Robert Brennan 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

Hello Jenowl and Chris Pez have both mentioned the show with the ace theme music about the Lightning Tree. A brief check on the inestimable http://tv.cream.org confirms my suspicions that they were talking about FOLLYFOOT. It also reminded me that the programme featured the (almost certainly) late grate ARTHUR ENGLISH who, as well as having a top name, also played the curmudgeonly caretaker on Are You Being Served. They've got the theme music as well! It's fan-bluddy-tastic and goes on for ages. http://tv.cream.org/themes/Follyfoot.mp3 Mark C, you seem to have become a dab hand at the housework and are in need of a job. Fancy doing my ironing? The Belfast gig on R1 was ace by the way despite being bracketed by Lurpack and his seemingly bottomless bucket of Nu-Metal/Nu-'Punk' bollocks. I thought everyone was playing a cruel trick on me by saying they played The Boys Are Back In Town. But now I've heard it with my own ears I was totally bowlied over. RAWK! Oh yeah.. as is the fashion these days: http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=robster Speaking of fashion: Maddie and Hannah mentioned mods. I wanted to be a mod some years ago in the hal-see-on days of 1994/95. Unfortunately I was cursed with the mod's worst enemy: WAVY HAIR. Oh yes - You might have yer anorak and yer three button suit and yer clarks shoes but it means nowt when you have to spend 2 hours gelling/spraying your hair into a perfect bowl only to see it spring back into a bouffant when walking under a lightbulb. I gave up on being a mod after I realised I was too fat to get into any second hand single-breasted suit jackets anyway. Was everyone thinner in the late 60s? I've jabbered on enough now. Robster http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: And I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps. Revelation 14:2
by chris perriman 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

(look it up if you don't beieve me) hey there sinister! so did anybody try my recipe then? its tasty, i promise. i caught the belfast gig on the radio last night and it sounded truly fab, legal man was better than the original and the covers were truly spot on. and stevie's john lennon in the wrong girl was grate (you know what i'm sayin') NOSTALGIA TIME! >i remember in a song, a girl said "the best shield is to accept the pain, >then what can really destroy me". maybe she's right. > >- lola monnet this was ooberman in the song 'shoreley wall', god that seems like ages ago. does anybody know what ooberman are up to? have they even still got a record deal? >It couldn't have been more like an >episode of that really old program and the theme tune was about a tree that >got struck by lightning. It went like "down in the meadow where the wind >grows free in the middle of a field stands the lightning tree, it's limbs >all >torn from the day it was born for the tree was born in a thunder storm" and >there was a farm in it. > >- jenowl my god! i sooo remember that but thats all i remember about it, the theme song. somebody's got to tell me about this! [am i being a bit too enthusiastic in this post, someone smack me] Ouch! lindsey baker i know i owe you an email from like, ages ago but that hurt /me gets up off the groung rubbing my head. i had a dream i was a powerpuff girl, how wierd is that. i could fly, i really love flying dreams but i hadn't had one for years. all my flying dreams seem to take place in my street, weird {is it wEIrd or wIErd, i can never remember} >Grainne was right, my last subject line was a reference to the mighty >Warlords of Pez. They are this strange Dublin band who play gigs wearing >animal masks all dressed in, er can't remember, is it leather jackets and >cycling shorts? And they have someone onstage with them with a flipchart >which contains the lyrics to their songs (usually the same as the title of >their songs). One song is called 'Derek Davis In A Pound Shop With A Basket >Full Of Deodorant' (this might mean more to you if you were familiar with >Irish TV personality Derek Davis), another 'Fuck Your Partner Like A Zombie >Till Their Brains Come Out Their Head' (or something like that). I think >they're destined for massive mainstream success. > >Is Chris Pez in Warlords of Pez? that would be cool. > >- Dirty Vicar aha!! since they/we all wear masks then you'll never know. yeah, i commute to dublin every week to practice they sound a bit like the comedy slipknot HOY!! cay cola cube!! are you not replying to me now or did you not recieve my email due to your dodgy uni computers? (that was her excuse last lime, lame or what i asks ya) rassafrassasnassa [that was supposed to be mutley by the way, well you try typing a cartoon dog's non-words] ------------------------ if anybody's looking for a good read and a good laugh at the same time i'd recomend the novels of Robert Rankin, especially the armagedon quartet (three books) or the brentford trilogy (five books) they are completely surreal and ace and the man has absoltely no sense of continuity (for instance characters from one story crop up in another even though they are set 30 years apart (although this is mainly due to barry the time travelling wonder sprout who lives in elvis presley's head (it makes sense, i assure you))). i also recomment 'pablo the little red fox' and i have done before. cartoon, BBC Choice, completely twee and fab! somebody besides me must fall in love with it, it could be you. ------------------------ an enthusiastic farewell Pez* [waves] PS. FastCow is the TOPS www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records www.drpez.com - Dr Pez, Spain's premier fish doctor (i think) _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Flapdoodle
by Rebecca Wright 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

I promised myself I'd be in a happy jolly mood before speaking to all you lovely people. First off an appeal to all London commuter-sinisterees. Could any of you keep an eye out for some posters around the Bakerloo line I think, advertising a Paul Klee exhibition as I was a little the worse for vodka at the time and can't remember dates, places or generally how to get there. I could look it up on the net only Anita's giving me evils so I must give out the semblance of working. Someone came up to me the other day and asked me if I was French, best compliment I've ever had. Meant to reply with a gentle gibing confidence, the-fact-that-you-see-me-so-fashionable-and-elegant-hasn't-corrupted-my-innocent-nature type expression like the Parisian girl out of 'Breathless' but instead I just blushed and grinned inanely all the way down the street. No wait she was American wasn't she?! I introduced my sister to oil paints, she loves the smells and can't decide which is better, turpentine or white spirit. If we're on the subject about introducing younger siblings to music then I was half way there before she got stuck. She'll listen to stuff she knows but is never open to anything new, Tigermilk's the only album permitted. Yesterday sis did let me play her a bit of the Moldy Peaches but only 'cause I'd sparked her curiosity by singing 'Little Bunny Foo Foo' at the table. Ugh, last week saw the return of the awol ex. No, not an ex 'cause we parted as lovers but when neither one speaks to or sees the other for 3 months I guess the relationship is certifiably dead. Still he felt at ease enough to rest his head at my feet with nine of us piled on a bed watching footage of their Arizona sky-diving trip. But why travel half-way across the world to jump out of the same sky? Shut up Becs! Strange thing that I didn't mind, just remained all still and placid because I was actually worried about disturbing him. Thank you Katarina Karlsson, I finally got to see the sillustration and it's now pinned proudly next to my Chagall piccy. I'd send you some lemon sherbets as a sign of my delight if I had your address or if I can get some decent ones, the only type I've managed to find are super market's own brand where the expected sherbet blast in the middle is more a kind of fizzle, is that it? event. Oohhh, and I should also show my pride at being acknowledged by Dirty Vicar, akin to the Disney scene where the revered stag pauses for a second in front of Bambi before moving on....hmmm, poss' bad analogy. No B&S content. I know, I listened to 'Family Tree' on the bus and was mortified to hear Isobel complaining about being made to learn "Chemistry, Biology and Maths", listing my A-levels with a sweet little sneer. Ho-hum best be off now. Becky +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: looking for a place to hide
by marc bots 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

hello sinister, hope you are all fine, as i am. if anyone can tell me where the subject line comes from i would be grateful, because it looks very familiar but i don't know how and why etc. to the point: from 8-12 april i will be in swansea for some work related things. which is quite good. however, it would be much better to arrive one or two days before the 12th, and to have a look around in beautiful england/wales. is there someone who wants to show me around and offer me a bed for a night? i could fly to either london or cardiff, and get to your place by train, so anywhere between london and cardiff would be fine. if anyone would just like to show me around and drop me off in a b&b at night it would be great too. please email me off-list for more details about me etc. content: none. i could make up something, but that would be cheating, wouldn't it? sorry for this chaotic post. it's still quite early. hello to the special mrs. love, marc +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: now you're waiting for a warmer welcome in colder states
by Stankin' Cooter 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

First, a quick note. This somehow became a VERY long post. You may want to simply delete it and move straight onto the next one, unless youre procrastinating about something very unpleasant indeed. In which case, its probably just the ticket. I think even Stacey will wrinkle her nose at this one. Gday all: Ive been away, and now Im back. What Ive returned to, however, is not what I left. This is a Good Thing, but its also somewhat disconcerting. If you remember me at all, it will be as someone who manages to post endlessly when he has nothing whatsoever of interest to say. Ive been back home for a little over a week, with loads of things to talk about for once, and found myself quite lost for words, and for the first time with you lot worrying that Ill say too much. But I should say something. I met some of you while I was away, which was just about the best thing ever. Everyone was exactly how I had imagined, which was a far better result than Id ever dared hope. This tells me two things. Firstly, my judgement is loads better than Id given myself credit for. I rock. Secondly, you lot are apparently every bit as wonderful as you seem, which is absolutely staggering. Ill start at the end. London was brief, and slightly grubby, but loads of fun. I only ended up spending three nights there, which wasnt nearly long enough to get a feel for the place, but I got to see and drink many things in my short time there. Having arrived from New York on a compressed, sleepless, Eastbound night, and on almost no sleep the night before, I was weary and dishevelled on arrival. So, of course, I headed straight for the pub. Only thing for it. I had managed to get a train to Paddington Station, where I left my bag, and received incredibly precise directions from my cousin via email. My old mate Adam now lives in London, and works in a pub which my cousin described as being near Oxford Circus. I caught another train there. Little did I know how many things could be quite reasonably described as being near Oxford Circus. I was determined to find the place without further assistance, however, so after a brief respite in an internet café for Diet Coke and #sinister (the finer things in life), I set out confidently in a direction picked completely at random. Some instinctive sense must have guided me, as I found myself there in no time at all. Id say that I have some sort of radar guidance system that homes in on either beer or other Australians, but its not as if either of those things are particularly thin on the ground in London. However it happened, though, I found myself with pint and fag in hand, chatting away with an old mate in a state of almost delirious exhaustion, remembering how much I missed the guy. Later that day, I had the remarkable good fortune to meet the inimitable Miss Madeleine of Leicester, who saw fit to grace London with a rare personal appearance. Further pintage was had, and we talked about how lovely each and every one of you are. No really, we did. I didnt shitcan anyone that much, really, and there was almost no gossip at all. Honest. After then overcoming a few small logistical hurdles (involving relations, suitcases, and numerous flights of stairs), we set out to meet the rest of those whod foolishly offered to have a pint with us in #sinister. Hovering outside the Kentish Town tube station, we wondered whether the dashingly handsome chap similarly hovering outside might be the one and only Stevie Trousers. I wandered over and asked, and indeed he was. He also turned out to be very much the consummate gentleman and scholar. Ken and Dimitra were held up and would meet us at the pub. Jeremy and Marianna then arrived (strange that my first meeting with fellow Australian listees should occur in London, but there you have it), and we set about finding shelter and ale. Thanks to Stevies selfless and thorough reconnaissance over the preceding weeks, our mission was easily accomplished, and couches were sat on, coats were piled up, and the ale and conversation were allowed to flow. We were later joined by Ken and Dimitra, my cousin, his bird, and an embarrassment of fried chicken. All the makings of a very tidy night out on the town, Im sure youd agree. Or a very untidy one. I think that, ultimately, history will be the judge. In any event, I had a whale of a time, and Id do it again as soon as blink. The following night, Stevie very kindly allowed me to tag along with his posse to a gig, which was a good laugh as well. There were a couple of admittedly dreadful support acts, but Dressy Bessy (with whom I was only loosely familiar, based on a handful of songs) played a thoroughly impressive show. Well worth a look, should you get the chance. Jeremy and Marianna appeared again, and I also had the pleasure of briefly meeting several others of the massive. The names I recall are Lucy, Sarah, Martin, and Cabbage (if that IS your real name). Everyone was lovely, friendly, welcoming and extremely good-looking, though I didnt get to spend nearly enough time with anyone. I may well have made some omissions, as I was still very much drunken, jetlagged and exhausted. If Ive done so, I apologise, but youll just have to make more of an impression next time. The largest possible thanks to Stevie for letting a random, scruffy Australian temporarily invade what seems a fun, tight and handsome scene. The rest of my time was spent with people you wont know, so I wont bore you with the details of that. It was boozy and fun, though Ill admit that I spent much of my time in London pining not for home, but for New York. Which brings me back to the beginning. Id left an empty house first thing on Christmas morning, and flew to Sydney, where I spent a few panicky hours in #sinister and sucking down cigarettes, contemplating what appeared at that stage to be a trip as terrifying as it was exciting. Terrifying was certainly how things started out. After a long and uncomfortable flight to LA, I arrived only to experience the widespread panic of an airport evacuation, as they thought there was a bomb in the building. Basically, I (and the other several hundred people that had not yet cleared customs and or immigration) were told by loud men with large guns to drop all of our belongings and get out of the airport as quickly as possible. We stampeded out of the building, getting shouted at all the while, and were herded into a small glassed-in courtyard, without phones, water, toilets, television or any information about what was going on, other than that it was an emergency. We couldnt go anywhere, so were forced to spend about three hours standing shoulder to shoulder, looking anxiously at the building right alongside us, the sky, and the national guard and police running about outside the building, and the luckier passengers spilling out onto the street. Oh, and shooting worried glances at those around us, though there was little conversation. Having missed a connecting flight (along with almost everyone else) I spent the rest of Christmas queuing up to arrange another flight to New York, hovering about the airport, and then finally flying across the country. I arrived late at night, took a taxi to a really crap hotel, showered for a really long time, and fell asleep. The following day began even more terrifyingly, but for completely different reasons. December 26th, you see, was about the most anticipated day in the history of the world ever. Well, for me at least. The reason it was terrifying was that I had arranged to arrive on the front doorstep of a girl of whom I'd become almost ridiculously fond, on whom I had an enormous crush, and who Id let get to know me better than anyone ever has, despite the fact wed never actually met. The girl in question is the very lovely and completely inimitable Miss Julie (known to frequenters of the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is #sinister as Cyberglam), whos been very quiet on the list of late, though used to be very noisy indeed. Delightfully so, it should go without saying. Anyway, somehow I found the courage to meet her in the lobby of her building on the other side of the world, armed only with a suitcase and a rather shabby looking bunch of flowers. I stayed with her for two weeks, which could have resulted in any number of different sorts of disaster. I was well aware of this, and took the wise precaution of drinking and smoking heavily in the lead-up to the visit, and asking a couple of my close friends questions like what the hell am I doing?!. This was all very helpful. As you may well have guessed, disaster ensued. For those of you that dont already know, it turns out that Julie is, in fact, The Perfect Girl. And I had a wonderful, dreamlike two weeks, hogging her company as greedily as I could manage. Ive never experienced anything like it, and the worlds been a slightly different place ever since. Ill digress briefly here. Im being rather unfair. A lot happened in the two weeks I was in New York, and much of it involved the company of others of the Sinister fold. They were all far better than great, and really went well above and beyond the call of duty to make sure that I felt welcomed, and a part of things, and that I had an amazing time in what could conceivably be quite a scary and confusing place to be for a small town boyo such as myself. So the warmest and most heartfelt of all possible thanks must go to Laurel, Will, Brian, Matt, Ben, Phil and Lucas you are all owed any number of favours, and huge great steaming pots of love. There was a zany adventure, involving a driving tour of New Jersey and Hoboken and god only knows where else, in search of a thrift store that could have been in one of perhaps three locations, as identified loosely by some bloke that Brian overheard on a subway train. We didnt find the thrift store, but we did listen to loads of pop music, see where the mafia dump their dead bodies, have a Diet Coke from a McDonalds cup that boldly and somewhat presumptuously announced me Proud to be an American! (to the amusement of all), ate a Hamburger (not from McDonalds) that I swear I heard moo back at me, and saw some Crocodile Hunter Valentines Day cards in Target. There was also a New Years Eve spent in a closed park, where a select few of us enjoyed frozen beer from a can wrapped in brown paper, indulged in a little random snogging, heard both Dorothy Parker and some B&S lyrics recited from atop a raised bit of something or other, and were educated in a little cultural history by a passing drug dealer who was intrigued by my accent. A wonderful night. Oh, and anyone in or near New York city make sure that the incomparable Miss Laurel is on your dance card. She cuts one heck of a rug. These are very brief, edited highlights it really was the most amazing two weeks of my life. Ive bored you sufficiently with details thus far, Im sure. Back to the disaster, though. It became apparent to me long before I had to leave New York, and specifically Julie, that it would be very difficult to do so. So plans were made to come back, properly. This helped a little bit, but not much. The day I left, it was snowing lightly, and very cold. I said goodbye on the street, loaded my suitcase into a taxi, and got in. My glasses immediately fogged up completely, as the inside of the cab was so warm. I couldnt see anything as the cab drove away, which was probably just as well. That drive to the airport was the longest of my life, and it felt like it was all steeply uphill, dragging me slowly but steadily away from where I wanted to be. I was grateful for the fog on my specs, and didnt clean them. I hoped that the surly cab driver, looking back at me in his rear view mirror, wouldnt notice the salty dampness on my cheeks, if he couldnt see my puffy, red eyes as well. So, a lot of stuff happened, and here I am once more. I bet you didnt miss me at all. So now what? Basically Im in the process of dismantling my life here, and figuring out how to get my new one started as quickly as possible. Ive tried to explain to my family what Im doing and why, with mixed results. Ive told my friends that Im leaving them behind, and encouraging them to come and visit me as soon and as often as they can. They used to mean the whole world to me, and I still love them to death, but theres somewhere else Ive got to be, and someone whos come to mean more. This too, has met with a slightly mixed response. Ive already handed in my notice at my dream job, and started looking for work in New York, and finding out about Visas and so on. Everything seems so temporary that I havent even brought myself to completely unpack my suitcase yet. Im home, but the last thing I want is to allow myself to settle back in. This is the scariest and most exciting stage of my life yet, and its moving too fast for me to even feel that I can get a proper look at it. Writing this down has helped a bit, and I apologise if youve felt obliged to read it, as Im quite aware that its largely for my own benefit. When you think of a distant person and place, it seems natural to send your thoughts out sideways. Im far enough away that I have to send mine more or less straight down. Ive taken my first few steps I just hope that time passes quickly until I pop out the other side once more. Im happier and less happy than Ive ever been both at the same time. Emotionally, Im one of those fizzy drinks your mother used to put a blob of icecream in. Thats more than enough out of me. Um, and, oh yeah, books and music and stuff are fun. I like them. Sinister is also one of the best things in the world; its just a shame that its not a place. Ill insist that each and every one of you take nothing but the very best possible care, and stay candy-coated with a delicious cream centre. Bulk love, -David. PS Danny: Hang in there, old man. Dont make me come up there and mend you. PPS Honey: Youve got a LOT to answer for ;) PPPS Those awaiting parcels: Im evil and bad, yes, but Ive also been somewhat distracted. Please accept my humblest apologies; Ill put something good in to make up for the wait. Oh, and I might even drag my lazy arse down the post office one of these days 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: beauty by chance
by Toy Stephen 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

Hello wonderful Sinister kids. In a fit of inspiration (no doubt brought down by St Peter & his Isobel Odyssey), I will try to part the sea of all yr fabulous posts that have inundated my mechanical senses & say hello. first: a theme: In an Independent article abt Sri Lanka, Sophie James saith: 'Serendip, the name given to this island when the ancient Greeks discovered her. It means, literally, "beauty discovered by chance".' Yesterday was my Viennese housemate's 25th birthday. We celebrated as kids celebrate. Generic blues chords played meanderingly, improvised Blues lyrics from all at the table, punctuated wit hwine bottles & bee rtins slammed onto surfaces. 'plank' and 'bucket' are good end words for the first two verses; the rhyming pairs in 3 & 4 (preferably with 'flank' for the 3 &, er..., for 4) then set such a lovely tone. Any, at 2am, a good friend (born in Sri Lanka, by chance) swept into the house with one of her friends and snow like the train of a wedding dress. By sunrise, exceeding everyone's secretest conceits of blissful love affairs, a boy went with a boy & a girl made plans to go with another girl. There was such joie & self-satisfaction I thought we were in an Iris Murdoch novel set in a country house in Dorset. My Sri Lankan friend succeeded on an impossible task & turned Toy Stephen into a Diva. Blond short wig, forest green ankle length dress, creme-coloured feather robe-coat, a broad knitted muffler, & mysterious sunglasses. When the films develop, I shall send a scan to Honey so everyone can feel as if she was there (& I invited you all; where _were_ you?). Plans hatched for an eclectic band, guitar, saxophone, keyboards, a keen opera Tenor (another housemate) & whatever rubbish about the house that makes noise. I hope we can do some B&S covers; Id love to sing those dressed like Andy Warhol's Candy Darling. Peter Carter pined: >'I've never been Sillistrated and I haven't seen that >film about Iris Murdoch yet, these are terrible >things' I share yr shame, Peter. ssupposedly Broadbent finds the Bayley in him. & Ive no clue when itll be released in America. When it does premiere, I cannot envision anyone younger than 40 in the theatre (are there any younger Murdoch admirers in the States?). Only ageing English philosophy professors. Like Hugh C., an Oxford man with long white hair who was always sucking his teeth during lecture. He recalled his sister (who's still at Oxford) seeing Mrs. Murdoch many years ago when her dementia had her watching the Teletubbies in the afternoons in delight. Murdoch wandered seemingly happy through the town, drest in workman's blue overalls, unshowered for days. Beauty by chance. affectionate tugs to the many who welcomed me after my first post. CarsmileSteve answered me what Ladybugs prefer for tea: aphids. He even used his knowledge in a sentence: 'this is why gardeners like to have lots of ladybugs about, to eat the nasty pests, and they're more ecologically sound than pesticide'. Now, through this exchange, we discovered epiphany. We found the etymology for 'Ladybug' conjectured to be: 'Probably from its seven spots being considered a symbol of the seven sorrows of the Virgin Mary'. I shared my bed with the Virgin Mary. A lusty new sheen to my earlier dilemma. Tho what a blundering dolt if I served her the wrong dish. But nevertheless I bless her for being an agent of environmentalism, acc. to Steve. There's a Sinister logic there to support the creation of 'The Virgin Mary was an Environmentalist' tee industry. or at least a submission to Ken Chu to devise a new B&S title (with his numbers & patterns & esoteric prophecies) promoting the Lord's mother as the first Green. Im tweaked to hear all of us go on-and-on abt love so much. By Valentine's day, perhaps by the shear love that's going around, Ill have a sweet thing to call my own. People think toys are only for Christmas, birthdays, or S&M parties; but we still must trudge on the rest of the year too, you know? (could I settle on a letterbomb from Tom?) etymologies, exegesis, & elegy for Iris, Stephen. p.s.: thanks to Laura Llew for consoling me. She allayed my fears that my (dead) great Aunt Tanti would come back to reclaim her gray-and-white candycane striped bedsheets that Im currently sleeping on. & I will take yr test with grate trepidation. If I fail, I couldnt survive knowing I missed the cool blue sheets and new coolest LOW pillowcases. pps.: welcome to baker,baker; the Cat's Pyjamas dreamed of a Chicago meetup, & we'll need yr poetic airs. ppps: the title of the Sophie James article is 'Wanton Seduction in Paradise.' I move to etch this on the pearly gates of Sinister, at least until Valentine's Day. ===== ----- What's a Toy to do? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Lloyd Cole & Letterbombs
by Tom Pettinger 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

Hello, chums. (haha, that is such a cringe-worthy word if ever there was one, but I'm saying it because I just recently saw "If....", so "shag off, you scum!")(It's a brilliant film, by the way.) Quite a lot of things in Joe's post amused me, I suppose because we are a similar age. (Coincidence, or merely chance?) These are them... Trying to get siblings to listen to G!R!A!T!E music to no avail. My lil'sister likes pop but not the good stuff, my lil'brother likes rap...I have never heard any good rap... This spread in my mind to the usual trying-to-get-hapless-others-into-the-music-that-mentally-balances-me, which is always infuriating. I'm on a coach, passing round huge headphones that spew a wonderful mixture of music, and people smile politely and say, "hmm, it's ok I suppose" and then go back to their processed and cheaply packaged shit-on-a-disc. Even if you hate it, for crying out loud don't just say, "it's alright..." Another siblings related thing, but this time a contrast: Joe said:"She also gets huge amounts of Kudos (it would seem) at school from having a teenage brother". I am a constant source of embarrassment to my bro and sis, because for some unknown reason bowling shoes and corduroy are not cool in their circle of friends. Neither is my tank top. Also, I hang around with two be-afro-ed people who also have younger siblings and who are greeted in the street with, "Is that a wig?!", "Get a haircut!" or just "Sheeeeeeeeep!" by even the youngest of children. And besides shouting back that they will cut out the heart of the perpetrator and feed it to a goat, there's not a lot they can do. Next subject... Valentines day. *raspberry noise*. I don't mind it, really, except that I was ditched the day before it a couple of years ago. (What an incredible bugger.) Although I'm sure I didn't appreciate it at the time, it was quite nice of her really. Saving me the expense of buying something only to be dumped after it's receipt. Or at least saving me the embarrassment of having to ask for it back. I will still be sending my usual card and twelve red roses to Buffy the Vampire Slayer's house (you know, the one in Sunnydale.) And I expect I will not be receiving anything from her in return, as she is far too busy slaying demons and the like. As far as I can see, this is the only reason why I haven't received anything from her these past five years. Heartless bitch.Some girls really know how to crush you, don't they? "Ladies and gentleman, I give you Burt Bacharach." Tom XXXXX P.S. Props: Simply to the filthy Reverend, for "Slard". P.P.S.Question: Someone mentioned Lloyd Cole a bit ago, but I can't remember if it was cushioned in praise or on the end of a string of obscenities, but I'd like to know what he's like 'cos Oxfam have loads of his records in at the moment, so some help on that one, please! P.P.P.S: If anyone knows for sure they will not be receiving anything on Valentines day, give me your address and I'll send you a letter bomb. Then I'll come round on the 14th and we can open it together. ;-) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I'm waking up to toss
by Kenneth P Y Chu 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

I have been a clever Trevor yesterday and decided to not read any sinister e-mails so that I can come to work today with loads of posts to read, and what a wonderful plan it was! I had enough posts this morning to last me from 8:30am until 12:00 just then to keep me away from OBH (office boredom hell). I was also most delighted to read that Mark Casarotto has found some good w**k from necrobabes.com, and that his love lotion can travel at speeds of 120mph. But regarding his fishy matter... >>(hmm, I need a handy household tip) Don't cook fish, it stinks<< My mum taught me this but, if you put in slices of ginger when you cook your fish, it would get rid of its smell. Okay, now that I'm in the subjects of food, the scrumptious hannah brown just said: >i've just been painting and repeatedly cutting out the alphabet for fun<< which reminded me. Ever since I've joined the ranks of living on my own and thus having to shop for food / cook for myself, I've been looking long and hard to try and find one of my childhood favourites that is: Campbell's Vegetable Alphabet Soup! which comes in a can, and it's like this ordinary tasting Vegetable Soup - except it has hundreds of alphabet shaped pasta inside it! With which you can spell out words, rude or otherwise for hours on end until your soup gets cold - i.e. hours of fun. I've been searching in both TESCOS (is tescos an acronym? What does it stand for apart from Good food for good value?) and Sainsbury's for Campbell's Vegetable Alphabet Soup, but I can't find it ANYWHERE! Does it still exist? Surely Campbell's could not have discontinued such a great product! Please say it ain't so - any help in locating the said soup would be much appreciated - I'd even write "I love <name>" with the pasta letters to <name> who can help me locate the elusive soup. In other news, I dreamt about both Richard Gillanders and Jeremy Tweddle last night, and neither of them were throwing up. They kept asking me to get them water from the kitchen when I was trying to sleep, tho. All I need to do now is to find a way to spend the rest of the afternoon at work now that I have exhausted all your e-mails. Maybe I can rearrange the letters on my keyboard to spell out rude words. Boobs, knickers, farting and red bulls. Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Using someone else's vague mention of something to plug your own thing...
by Stephen Hewitt 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

...if that makes any sense at all. ANYWAY ben said: Oh > and if anyone > fancies making it into a five day sinister marathon, there's > Track and Field > on the Friday night and a gig in Oxford the following Tuesday > that really > shouldn't be missed featuring our own Cola Cube Cay. (plug please?) IN FACT if anyone fancies coming to oxford on the SUNDAY 10 FEBRUARY (and i have it on good authority that ms cube herself will be there) you can come to MY fantastic evening of indie/pop sillyness, CLUB SUSSED at the very same venue (the cellar) that Cay's band are playing at (i'll leave the rest of her details to her, but i'm pretty sure their gig is the MONDAY, not tuesday). It's only 2squid to get in, it's from 8 til 12.30 (YAY, late licence) and, erm, we play loads of belle and sebastian and stuff (mainly stuff, admittedly, but quite a bit of b&s too). I am also considering having the monday off so i could give guided tours ("this is a pub, this is a very old building, this is another pub, this is a member of radiohead, this is a pub, this is chelsea clinton, etc etc") to any visitors. saw this in today's grauniad: http://jobs.guardian.co.uk/officehours/story/0,9897,636564,00.html thought mr cassarotto might like it (no mention of doing all the housework or w*nking lots in it though ;)) xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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