January 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: crush
by Hannah Brown 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

crush rineue dangerous_mike(a)hotmail.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: denmark gigs ...
by Katrina House 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

... are actually on sale today - sorry we were misinformed. http://www.billetnet.dk/event.jhtml?event=7992 cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop(a)banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: its my life...
by idleberry 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

hello there, Its been a while for me, a while since my last post. I can't remember exactly when it was, but I remember how it felt. You know, sometimes, it just felt like I couldn't stop talking. And well, I couldn't. But then I went into this quiet zone, this moment of quietness. And now I'm trying to crack back out of it. A few things been going on in my little world. Boyfriend was given an electric accoustic guitar for christmas by me. Boyfriend gave me a minidisk player. Been busy writing as well. My story. I've finished the first nook of stuff.. a notebook of writing. I need to finish the second then I can start working on it more, when I know what it is about. I had an idea for it yesterday, when me and Mark were sitting in a queue of traffic, driving along Maryhill Road, around lunchtime, in the rain, and listening to music. I was just being quiet, but having a moment of thought. I like those moments. I get good stuff out of them. It was a tragic piece as well, and I'm trying to think how to incorporate it into the story. Theres no sex. In my story, I mean. I refuse to incorporate sex into it. I'd rather make it interesting in other ways than through smutty gratification. I'd rather leave the sex/relationships/handsome 21st century prince sweeping girls off their feet to Bridget Jones style novels. My heroine doesn't need a 21st century prince, she only needs her guitar. And her record player. I've been really busy with work.. I've been sleeping pretty eratically recently, on the grounds that I've been working lots. I come home, and fall asleep in the evening. I haven't watched Eastenders for three weeks. Then I go to work the next morning. But I don't mind. Not yet at least. And at work, I've not had the chances to get away with writing to you as often as I used to. I hope you can forgive me, but I have been busy. Hmm. I'd better go now, I think I need a walk. Love, Idles. (sorry this was "hey, heres my life.." but I couldn't think of anything more interesting to talk about apart from me. ) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.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: dad fetch it.
by Richard Gillanders 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

idleberry just said: "(sorry this was "hey, heres my life.." but I couldn't think of anything more interesting to talk about apart from me. )" I know how. how it. is. heer gowz. ... I said to someone recently. about how I'm not actually as self-absorbed as I may APPEAR. seem, yeah. I mean. I don't, like, think: everything is about me. I don't. but that I DO kinda think: why ISN'T IT? y'know. they seemed to like it too. as if they knew what it was for meaning. another someone suggested I be gay. perhaps if they had a proper argument. I wouldn't mind one for a change. those packets of sweets named 'revels'. or the sweets themselves. probably. I always thought they were called 'reveals'. since. they were different [weren't they?] different things but that looked the same, were the same [hum?] 'til you had bited them and what they were was REVEALED? I've never had any revels. that's off topic a little. but I've never had one of those either. well. why 'revels'? are they really that good? revelations: not always to be revelled in. <-an opinion I have. dimitra's lots of posts. I liked them. she said some nice things. some about me too. I was bound to like. but perhaps a few too many? don't you think? you know I think you do. but I don't know what you think. I don't know I'd like to. or I don't know; I'd like to. I was going to have part of one of those posts here as a quotation and be making a remark or two on it. one of the bits I liked the most. but I forgot what it was and I cant find it now. and I've looked too. I like them though. she did well. and I am glad she reminded me I saw a fox. I read it and thought she'd got confused. as I do. as she does. well. as I do. then I remembered. real remembering. something I'm not entirely familiar with. not that I can recall. I can't. yeah. that fox. the fox in the middle of the road. its eyes all for reflection. just watching. me stumble onto a pavement. and then it darting under a datsun. I went to that, like, cool national pop league arrangement on friday. it was fun. like it should be. was complimented on a 'combination' I had. I thanked, of course; I'm polite & shit. I can see this isn't as it used to be. I wonder if. if I did this no. well. someone told me that its best not to write long paragraphs here because it means people are less likely to read. the whole thing. I'm all for adapting myself or my things to be more accessible to all. YERRIGHT. I told them I'd do something sometime that was without stops. and they said fine. but short paragraphs. to tell the truth: I was hanging back so as to have someone else to copy; its easier that way. but it seems they might be hanging back too. submission. as the last. at last. there's nothing elsesubmit. this is how it is in my thought. I think I may have confused it. enough. I fail to submit. doing myself damage. making things not as good as they might be. making things more difficulter. eventually. or immediately. I don't ever seem to do any work. I should be doing work now. I should have been doing work for the last few weeks. or the last twenty years. I'm not sure I've ever done work ever. worked. but I usually end up with work. that is done. but not as a result of any actual doing. my. but because time has just been allowed to pass. I wonder if this isn't unheard of. I cant imagine it is. work that happens not due to work happening but due to time. passing. is how it seems. is. I hope to be going to the czech republic next month [if nothing else, this is notification for ailsa]. I'll be allowed to go. if I do a lot of work in the next week. a week isn't a long time. really. unless you're somewhere else. butBLAHBLAHBLAHwork must be done. if I'm to go. models and essays. real models in this case. and crap dessaubahaus and architecturetuition fact and opinion recorded. hum. so I haf to rite about theez even tho it isnt liyk itll lern me enything. it mite akchooly stop sum lerning. & shit. as a girl I dont even know once said 'you know what I hate? writing. no, what I really hate is reading. but if theres one thing I hate more than that it's having to read something and then write about it.'. wisdom. I'm a born complainer. and what I really want to be is a borne complainer. in ALL SENSES. or, at least, all of mine. yeah. the national pop league was good. I woke late afternoon. didn't eat for the rest of the daytime. did drink for the rest of the nighttime. I get thirsty. and celebrities. not real ones. ones that are there in my head and in the heads of a couple of others. that you see around. ones that, if they're not looking, you can point at and they may as well be famous. plus others. people will move to glasgow. lots too. juicy lucy [although I'd never really call her that really], the velocity, the dahling, the gingerfox, the passer-by. others too. by some accounts. I could get excited. zoe's mail: I offer only words of support. I hope they help. I could make mention of 'the big lebowski' and of friendtest.com. alas my delayment makes me out of time. as usual. so I wont. any more. I'm all done. it's obvious. BUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZ love, richard. __________________________________________________ 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: The greatest post to sinister ever?
by Sam Walton 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

Good afternoon, Sinister. I'm not a lurker. I'm not lurker. "Keep telling yourself you're not a lurker, It'll happen soon"... I think this is now the fourth time I've posted immediately after an Arsenal-Liverpool match, but I'm not going to say much about that except this: YAY!! +++++"Belle and Sebastian... on the radio..."+++++ I thought they were pretty fab, and I have two things to say: 1. B&S: are the new Blur. Yep, that's right, all their songs halve in length when they play them live. 2. In August I reported back that Wandering Alone sounded like the Mavericks, and now everybody can agree with. But despite it being a bit shit, it's damn infectious... But I didn't really write to say that either. I wrote to say that I thought Will's post was the most poignant, touching, incredibly heart-felt post I've read on Sinister, ever. And I mean that. I can't think of another post which has made me stop in my tracks like that. So eloquently put, and such a fucking bold statement. I have a friend who recently told us all that he was transsexual, and so although I can't imagine what Will's going through, I've seen a similar situation before. But yeah, basically I was bowled over by the post. And that's about it. I'm not a lurker, I'm not a lurker, I'm not a lurker... love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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: Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 14:05:49 -0000
by Zoe's Mail 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

hi all..please ignore my post.. i was really sad and i didn't want to hurt anybody ..just ignore it... please thanks zoe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: under sixty and still searching
by Histrianic＠aol.com 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

another ULA from yours truly: This week on my radio show (which I had to switch to "Indie Boys Are Neurotic" from "Smut" because of trustees with rubber plugs), I will only play songs under 60 seconds. If any of you knowledgeable, lovely and overall PERFECT listees know any that are good, please do let me know. Thanks. cheers s P.S. (content coming up..) does belle and sebastian have any songs under a minute??? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 01:52:01 -0000
by Zoe's Mail 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

I had started to write an email about sinister and its elitist nature. I want to be a part of this but it seems I cannot afford to. I mean, where do you guys find all that money to travel about the place and meet? I can barely live on my money. I am publicly saying to Vel that I am sorry for losing each other;it hurts. Didn't want this to happen. Hope to hear more from you. Stacey, it was great meeting you, hope things will work out for you in the end. Hope to meet again, can't come to London, no money. George, you are great, glad you are in London. The rest of you, it's a pitty I can't meet you and it makes me sad. It's been great here, I don't want to unsubscribe 'cos it hurts. I won't unsubscribe but I think I'll just not pay attention. Dimitra's post made me think of how being in Sinister it's all about who you know, like in real life. It is real life I suppose. I think I will regret writing all this but hey, you won't notice will you? Cheers Zoe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Part 4: People in Sinister have a world that's just that little bit.. sparklier...
by Dimitra 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

Then on Friday, the 4th of January, I woke up at 6:51. I left Rachel's house at a quarter past eight. I closed the door and looked up, above the firth and the bridge, to find there were bright orange and pink clouds. Wow, I said to myself. In Greece the sun rises early, and anyway it's never as spectacular as that. Then I looked at the street -*left*, as I am supposed to do over there. But it's hard, it took me twenty years to learn to look right first, like you are supposed to do here, and now I have to do it the other way round. Anyway I looked at the right direction and saw the bus coming, and so I started running, and I never saw that sunrise again. I tried to, but there where buildings between us, and then when the train left the station it was surrounded by thick fog. Out of which it only got hours later, somewhere north of Perth, I realised it was sunny, the light reflecting on the snow covered slops with sheep. Sheep in the snow, I thought to myself and giggled. Half an hour before the train got to Inverness I realised what was happening to me, and I got very excited. I couldn't concentrate on my book and was grinning like a fool. Welcome to the Highlands, said John. This is Inverness. It's like everywhere else, only much smaller. Inverness is small indeed, in the six and a half hours I was there we walked past everything at least three times. It was another bright sunny day -while in Greece it was still snowing, in the South this time. We had a picnic by the river, the grass was green and the sky was blue beyond compare. I sang a song that says 'the sky is green, the grass is blue, I'm pretty normal, just like you'; John stretched out his left arm and said 'this is Johnsheepland'. Johnsheepland is the most sweet, magical and safe place in my world. If I had three wishes, one of them would certainly be to have a secret door that led to Inverness, so that I could sometimes sneak in and then out and John would catch a bus from Dingwall and come to meet me. And we could hide on the steps that lead to the river, somewhere between the town and the water, and look at it float. I cried a bit on the train back home. To Dundee, I mean, but by then Dundee was home. People also think that what happens through the internet is not real life either... 'But then you take a plane to find it to be more real than anything' I told a boy once, and I think he nodded in agreement. I don't know though, I wasn't there. I have been wondering, and I asked Will, when will there be books about people like us, people who meet on a mailing list and travel halfway round the world -some of us do that, though I only had to travel to the opposite edge of the continent, and it's not even a big one- to actually meet, and discover that... do I have words for what I discovered? Maybe, but certainly not words that can finish that sentence. I asked Will, then I answered it myself, 'when we grow up and write them, I guess...'. He probably nodded in agreement, it was dark, I don't know. I digress, and I am confusing myself. I wanted to say, what I did wasn't a holiday, cause it was as real as something can get -as real as anything has ever got. I just went over there to spend a month of my life. And it was wonderful. People say things can never be as good as you imagine them to be, but I found out they can be better. What's next. I spent Saturday in Edinburgh, walking around with Will as usual, and Sunday in Glasgow. Seven hours in the 13th Note Café, with a half hour food break. And it was cold. Cafés are never cold where I come from! That day was cloudy, I could see it out of the window. I could also see some guys with guitars crossing the street. 'I bet these guys are in a band', Sweetie said. A few hours later when the same guys walked in, Richard pointed at one of them: that's my ex flatmate, he owes three months rent. I got a bit more tipsy than usual so that I wouldn't realise I'm leaving and get sad about it, it almost worked. I caught a train back to Dundee. Monday was spent packing and reading and drinking wine with Rachel. In between came thoughts of 'fuck, I'm leaving'. I had got used to being there. On Thursday morning I took some more trains: Dundee, Edinburgh, change at Manchester Piccadilly -running from the one platform to the other. After 7 hours I got in Milton Keynes and met Ken who looked impeccable in a suit. We rushed to his house -'my car is making funny noises, but don't worry', and some more Magnetic Fields- then to another station -'it's closer to my house and to London'- and got another train to London. Then got the underground. By that time I was saying that much as I love trains I don't want to be in one again. For a while. We met Madeleine, Sir David, Stevie Trousers, Jeremy and Marianna in a pub. It was fun, it really was. I lured Maddie back to Milton Keynes with us. Another train ride. This one took an hour and a half. On that day, I was in trains for ten hours. When we got back -and went on #sinister- Ken sang she's loosing it for us; till the 'she keeps the neighbours up all night' line -'actually', he said, 'that's a point, the neighbours have complained about the noise'. And he has a lovely book with a great story on his bedroom floor, he should call you all and read it to you. Not just to Llaura. The next day I took a taxi, a bus, then a plane, and I found myself back in Greece. So I found myself in a different timezone. The language was familiar, as familiar as something can get. There were signs of the new currency everywhere, which felt a bit weird. I took a taxi and the driver said 'If there's snow I stop'. Oh what a feeling to be back. And very soon I remembered something Stacey had said after flying back from London: 'I have been in Greece less than an hour and already a cab driver is trying to rip me off'. I tried not to get sad by stuff like that, and it worked. I found everything funny. Having been back for 30 minutes or something -which means it was half eight, I received a phonecall from a friend who wants to meet me at 11. I'm tired and that of course, and an hour away from the center; but I had this idea that I'd manage to see almost all my friends in ten days, no matter how spread out across the continent they live, so I said yes. Athens was cold, though not that much, and there was indeed snow in some places. And I was so tired it felt like a dream. I sat on the floor of a bar, near the door, and tried not to talk too much about how great it was, cause my friend is in the navy and I didn't want to make him too jealous. And cause, even though he believes me, it feels like he doesn't. When we said goodbye I walked away saying to myself 'all this sadness, all this sadness. how do you expect your life to get better if you don't smile.". See, for the past month I had been with smiling people. But my non-Sinister friend was just a brief interval. The next day I met up with Stacey and we took a bus to Volos. The bus ride from Athens to Volos took five and a half hours, instead of four and a half. The bus had to go slower than usual cause something was wrong with the engine. Also, just before we reached Volos, we were stuck behind a truck that was stuck behind a police car that went very slowly -a man was walking next to it and he didn't have to run. Me and Stacey interpreted this as a sign saying 'Stacey don't go to Bulgaria'. And I think we were proved right. The next day was the 11th of January and a Friday, and almost a month after the day I arrived in Edinburgh. I woke up in Vel's house- me, Stacey Dahling and Paul Field. Stacey cooked as breakfast and we sat eating it, staring at the mess that the living was. The radiator leaked, and the wall-to-wall carpet was *wet*, it went *pling* when you walked on it. Paul had inflated lots of balloons for Vel's birthday, and even though we had been jumping on them the previous night lots had survived and lied in the middle of the floor, on the wet carpet. The carpet also had big chocolate stains, cause Vel had started throwing pieces of birthday cake on us. It was *fun*. Paul thought we should try and clean the room up, and I had the useful though crazy idea that we should remove the carpet. And so we did, we spent the afternoon moving furniture and stuff -lots of it- around and gradually removing the carpet, and cleaning as we went along. This was fun too. Honestly. At some point I sat down and looked out of the window and thought of John, who naturally was at school on a Friday afternoon, and I remembered when I was still in school, how it made me suffer that I had to be at the same place every day, and how it made me dream of all the different things people where doing out there in the city, and how one day I could do different things every day too. And I felt great I was doing something creative and useful and fun -I thought that we could have just decided not to bother and we would be sitting drinking coffee and being bored maybe? And at the same time it made me think I certainly haven't been doing enough. I was too happy to feel guilty, I just resolved to do more. The next time I moan to you about being bored and finding my life uncreative, on #sinister or anywhere else, remind me of this please. So that evening Vel took us out -again: the previous night we went to a bar, where there was the four of us, Aris (a very sweet friend of Vel's), the dj, the waitress and another bloke; and since B&S fans outnumbered the non-B&S fans (6-2), we listened to a lot of B&S and sang along. And some people danced about a bit. Anyway on that night, which happened to be the last of Paul's holiday, and of mine too, we went to a Mexican restaurant and Vel bought us cocktails. I guess we were quite drunk by the time we decided to walk back. They were more drunk than me, I think. That's not what prevented me from singing along with them, it was the fact that they were singing songs I didn't know. I think one of them was by the Sex Pistols though. As we walked by the new hospital building -I wonder if it is used, it looked completely empty- Vel pointed at the fire escape and said 'that's where we're going!'. And so we did. It looked weird and it felt weird too, it made me a bit dizzy, but I convinced myself it was safe and I kept climbing up, Paul in front of me, Stacey and Vel behind me. Paul was the first one to reach the top. He looked at the mountain opposite -it looks a bit weird: it' s not very high, but it's too near the city, and there are two, maybe three villages on it, of which the lights you can see hanging above the city. As we ascended, the lights got a bit closer, but not a lot. It's beautiful, Paul said, and I replied something -stupid- like I'm not impressed. All I meant to say was it looked familiar, and I tried to remember why. It took me a second: I used to live in that city. And I knew a girl who lived in a flat on a rooftop quite near. It couldn't not be near anyway, Volos is small. Which reminded me of how I felt then, in the spring of '99, when I discovered Belle and Sebastian. I thought of all the things I did then; then, I counted the cities I had been in the previous week: Inverness on Friday, Edinburgh on Saturday, Glasgow on Sunday, Dundee on Monday, London (and Milton Keynes) on Tuesday, Athens on Wednesday and Volos on Tuesday. Wow, I said to myself. The world is so much bigger than I thought it was. Than we thought it was. I felt thrilled. And I looked up; I saw some stars, Volos is small and therefore doesn't have many lights, and between them and us a crane, right above our heads. And then I remembered a line from a book; it said something like 'and then the world got bigger, it was almost as big as it ought to be'. When I had first read it -when I lived in Volos- I hadn' t understood it. I wondered to myself, isn't the world *scary* cause it's big? But them I suddenly knew. And suddenly I could give a name to what I had been feeling for the last three years or so -the word sounds stupid or an exaggeration or something, but I was feeling claustrophobic. Now, the world is almost as big as it should be. Cause for the past month, the world was getting bigger. It has been getting bigger ever since I left school, but it generally happened slowly, and it never was enough. But now I can say the world is almost as big as it should be. The next day was a Saturday, and one of those days that, were you here, would make you think it's spring all year round in Greece. Me Stacey and Paul got on a taxi back to Thessaloniki -posh! The idea, but not the taxi itself: it broke down and Paul missed his flight. Soon enough though he had another one -'I'm only doing this for you', the girl at the airline thing said, and from that point on we decided to stop frowning and smile kindly at her. It must have looked funny, three odd-looking kids, tired and panicky, luggage spread all around them, smiling kindly to an air-stewardess. We waved Paul off, then my parents and my dog came to meet us at the airport. We went at the station, Stacey and me. 'There are buses to Bulgaria at 10 pm every night', the man said, 'but not tonight that it's a Saturday'. So we bought a ticket for the next morning and went back to my flat. I was feeling tired, but useful and successful, and it was great. We watched the Virgin Suicides and went to bed quite early. Stacey woke me up six hours later to say goodbye, we hugged, and I went back to sleep. I woke up another six hours later to find a text from Stacey -'of all the fucking fuck. I got deported' or something like that- and my cousins in the next room. and the sparkly world of my Sinister Holiday dissolved into the real. But not entirely, you know. Can I paste a paragraph from another post? I have written 9.086 words, I'm sure it is enough more! Desmond Tropey said: "I couldn't think of a weirder situation than a group of complete strangers meeting up in a park to drink ribena with nothing in common except a band that they like...that's perfectly normal in sinisterland though and that's what's so great about it.. It's the real world.. but not quite.. people in sinister have a world that's just that little bit.. sparklier.." Phew!! I've said so much!! As someone said, 'I'm not fucking twee!!!', but you're making the world a better place. Keep up the good work, and keep the faith, And love, and sparkles, Dimitra +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Part 3: I guess they'll never understand what we did on our holiday
by Dimitra 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

This having to narrate things is hard. it confuses me greatly. The reason I' m doing it.. The reason I'm telling you all this. I met Will in Edinburgh on Sunday as I had promised, and we took some trains -Edinburgh, Doncaster, Grimsby Town. The names of the railway stations fascinate me, even though usually they are just the name of the town/city. I make lists of the stations I've been to in my head. It's something like trying to remember the tracklist of all the Belle and Sebastian albums. In my head also I recite the story of the sleeve of If You 're Feeling Sinister. Once I did so out loud too. And sometimes I even recite posts. Even though I usually only read them once. On the train down to England I caught myself writing: "I don't mind trains. It evens out. I like riding on them. I don't like having them pass. Someone said it's the saddest sound." The days with Will were much more quiet than the ones before them, but actually that was a good thing. And they were sweet. And something I'll have with me for a long time, and something that makes me happy. We went to a Chinese restaurant with his parents after they picked us up from the station; we had both been nervous and a bit scared of me meeting them, but it turned out to be fine. Once more, I said to myself: things are never as scary as they seem from a distance. We went shopping in Grimsby, and to a dinner party where I met his school friends. We had decided to try and not talk about Sinister too much, but it wasn't of much use, someone asked 'so how did you two meet?', just after someone had mentioned the word Internet. Later on we went into town, and if you remember reading Will's Christmas 2000 post, you'll know what happened. Will tried to go with the group who would meet Amy (a girl he used to be in love and exchange letters with) but he tried not to make it obvious. Which means he made it quite obvious. Which was funny cause nobody cared much anyway. I sat back in the loud and hot pub, where as he said 'we looked like Sinister people, and stacked out' -which just reminded me of being in Greece- and I watched him talk with that girl and be happy. I watched her too, her eyes shining and her smile. And it was all so much like that post -I wasn't on the list on December 2000 but I had read it. And thinking of it now, it makes me think of how, when I was little, I used to make stories in my head in bed; stories figuring me and children from the books I read or the things I saw on television; how I always wanted to jump in the books and actually meet them. And how much what is happening now is like that. We had what he called 'a Sinister Christmas' -what made it Sinister being listening to Camera Obscura and talking to and about some of you. We stayed inside. On the second day of Christmas we walked around the village. On the third one, we went further away. We went to the beach, where, to my surprise, the sea was brown. We played with his dad's digital camera, me taking pictures of the beach and Will taking pictures of me. I remember the bus ride back: we were sat on the upper deck of the bus, on the first row of sits; it was raining, there was water on the windscreen which made shapes blur, so all you could see was colours. When we came back we made badges, some of which are already famous. Some others have sheep on them. On the fourth day we went to Sheffield and me John Jennings, who probably thought we were mad. But it's okay cause we are mad, and he seemed to be having a nice time anyway. We wandered aimlessly around, text messaged a few people to make them feel jealous or guilty for not coming, only to get replies like 'why are you in Sheffield?'. It was cold, windy and sunny in a bright way. We walked around a bit more, had lunch, visited some galleries, walked aimlessly around, and then decided to take the tram to the shopping centre and back. Decided means we all said 'I don't mind either way' and seeing as we couldn't think what that other way would be, we took the tram. Then we walked around aimlessly -sorry, to the station. John's train was the only one of the um 20 trains that were leaving at that time not to be late. Ours wasn't one of them. The next day, having run out of Christmas, and patience probably, and things to do in and around Grimsby, we caught some more trains. Doncaster, where we waited for an hour and a half in the freezing cold, but once again, it was bright. There was some snow on the railtracks and our train was extremely late. We bounced around to keep warm, and Will explained to me things about train signals. We got to Edinburgh, rushed to his flat, dropped our stuff, fed the cat, and run back to the station to catch a train to Glasgow. As we were running, we heard a big noise, and I looked up, and saw the biggest firework I've ever see through the stations glass roof. In Glasgow we went bowling with Kirsten, Calumn and Richard. Richard drove everyone back to the centre, after a while of driving around trying to find the motorway entrance or something like that, while all three Jamie, Will and Richard giggled and tried to read signs. We were listening to the Magnetic Fields. I mention this cause I've been in three listee's cars this time, and two of them were playing the Magnetic Fields. Does that mean something? We took a train back to Edinburgh, where we spend the next day wandering around almost aimlessly. We went to a photography exhibition and we bought presents for some people on the list. And we concluded the world is unfair: we wanted to go on the snow-slide, but we weren't allowed. We were too old. I got a train back to Dundee. On the last day of the year we took some more trains -Will from Edinburgh, me and Rachel from Dundee, cause we had decided to see Beanz DJ. We arrived in Glasgow quite early, so we had to wander around aimlessly. I almost sulked, but then I decided not to. And it was a good decision. Rachel had the phenomenally irrational idea to take the underground and go to the Tap, the pub were we had had the pre-gig meet up. I thought it was crazy to take the underground to somewhere we didn't know if it was open, but we did anyway. And it was a good thing to do. We got tipsy, on the way back to the underground station, the one after Hillhead, but whose name I don't remember (Will says: Kelvinhall); I remember walking in the darkness and talking and making them giggle, but I don't remember what I was saying. I remember saying the Greek alphabet is better looking even though you can't really write letters joint, but that was while waiting at the station. We got the underground back to the centre, and it was still early, so we wandered around more. We got chips and walked down by the river, and excited I remembered it was the exact spot I had lied down on in July. We looked at the river float and I thought it was already 2002 in Greece, at times like these time zones seem weird. I tried to call my mum but it didn't work -not that I minded. Then we walked on a river bridge, looked at the trains go by on the next one -where trains running at 10:30 of the 31st December?- and took some photos. We also tried to call John. This didn't work either, and I minded a bit. But then. as I looked around at the city, frozen and shining in the dark, I suddenly realised that, where I anywhere else, that was the place I would be wishing I where. For a while, that thought was overwhelming, it made me ecstatically happy. We walked to the 13th Note Café just to wave to Cal. The girl that was with him and Will seemed to have the same idea: they both kissed the glass at the same spot, on of them on the inside, one on the outside. It looked as if they had decided on it before! Anyway. We didn't like the music Beanz played -at least I didn't- so we sat upstairs listening to some other people DJ. But the music was a bit too loud and Rachel and Will were fairly shy and nervous, and we didn't talk much. So Rachel decided we should take turn to say stories. So New Year found me, glass in raised hand, telling the story of how I got together with my ex boyfriend. I think the music stopped and everyone clapped and cheered; I paused; we decided to go downstairs for a while. Downstairs we found Cal, whom we hugged -then we hugged each other too. Then we went back upstairs, but I think I forgot to finish the story, and I did so much later in an all-night-café. But maybe I'm confusing the stories I told. Anyway does that mean that I'll be telling stories all the year? Cause I think I'd like that. The next few days were quiet again. Me and Rachel stayed in Dundee and had fun. We once drunk champagne in the morning; a boy had brought it: sometimes boys have good ideas! We watched a few films, Gregory's girl being one of them, and I fell over giggling when she told me that Gregory is the perfect boy: he's happy, and has a good imagination. But thinking about it, she's right. We went out for a meal with Rachel's last money -she had lost her card- and on the way back, looking at the pavement, we were saying how Dundee might not be as shiny as Glasgow, but it wasn't half bad. And how being together was great. And that I'll move. And how we'll always travel to crazy places to see Belle and Sebastian. And how we'll cry the day they split up -'Well, you will", I said. "But you shouldn't. Stevie will make a band, and Stuart will write a book". "Yes, she said, Stuart should write a book". Then we looked at each other cause we know it's funny to talk about other people's lives like that. And probably not right. But we know we don't mean it really. And I hope they do too. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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