October 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: imaginary cats, the last train home and stuff
by Ellebelle 26 Oct '02

26 Oct '02

So here we go. Countless messages composed whilst parked on the M25 or standing in a queue at Sainsbury's and finally The computer is on and I have the time to write something whilst trying to remember all the interesting things i wanted to say. It's at times like this an imaginary cat comes in useful. I'll go and feed her and maybe think of something to post about. So, Tigermilking, what a fantastic night. All you London and South-east people should be ashamed of yourselves. If Mark can ever bear to put himself through the horror of arranging another one you need to make sure you get there. The journey can often be just as fun (well it can be when you brush off British Rail (or whoever they are) employees to launch yourself into the last train home and land in the laps of a very nice gay couple who are having a nice cuddle on their way home not suspecting a girl is about to land in their laps and insist on making conversation about these wonderful new people she has met through the world that is Sinister. Boys, if you are reading this, you'll be glad to know i did get a taxi home like you told me to.) Anyway, I was just trying to say Tigermilking was great. Cheers, Mark. There was so much more I wanted to say but it's lost now. Well, actually I think I can do the rant thing. Now I know Mark told me not to go on about the fact this is my first post as it's pretty boring to read loads that just say 'Hey everyone, first post! cool eh!' But i think it's worth saying that it is because 1. it might encourage other non-posters to get their act together and stop composing imaginary posts and start mailing real ones. and 2. it's an easy way for me to tell you a bit about myself. don't worry, i won't do the whole utobiography thing, i'll just tell you the important bits. they are: 1. I have an imaginary cat called Belle. I wanted a real one but the responsibility thing is too scary (they can live for 20 years you know - you add 20 to your age and see how that makes you feel). 2. I'm a nice person. There you go, not too horrific I hope. So, a little bit of relevant stuff and lots of affle. Get used to it. And post yourself if you don't like it. Elle. + Belle __________________________________________________ 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: oh yeah, things are bad all over
by kevin m. clair 26 Oct '02

26 Oct '02

Hello sinisters. It's fall again, which means it tries and fails to snow every now and then and it's cold and cloudy and the leaves are falling from the trees and everything looks generally miserable. I haven't really done any exploring of the rest of the vicinity but my town certainly is looking like it's ready for our six-month winter. I used to love fall but now I'm not so sure; after the leaves are gone it seems like it's just wasting valuable transition time between summer and winter. But it was nice out tonight when I went out walking, except that there were parties all over the place and many of the freshmen had been well-plied with liquor and were stumbling about shouting things. And the hallway downstairs smelled bad. Eventually I grew tired of all that nonsense and now I've been holed up in my room listening to the White Stripes all night, which was okay. I kinda wish more people were around, though. I've had to resort to reading other people's blogs and posting rubbish to mine. bah. This weekend I kinda feel like going to Minneapolis and buying Pocky, since I haven't had any in a long time. If I had my own car that would be easy, but I'd always be poor because I'd be driving up there all the time to get more of it. I should buy it online or something, but then I'd lose a reason to go to Minneapolis. I guess I could always go and buy records, and there's that Dismemberment Plan show next month I'll screw my finals for. excitement. I wish it would hurry up and snow down here already. I'm getting impatient. We had one decent flurry where snowballs were a possibility but I had to write a paper that night. I think I'll go to the curry place this weekend. That's all I have to say. Today's lesson is that October in Minnesota is lame, and it should hurry up and be November so that I can turn twenty. Perhaps I'll read about the Boer War a little and then go to bed. Sometimes that's what needs to be done. --kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: why can't i be sad all the time?
by s. lord 25 Oct '02

25 Oct '02

it is nice today - it is cold and crisp - cold enough to make our cheeks rosey - yet we are all still pretty warm - it is a gray day - like the last several - it is starting to become winter outside - the trees are finally losing all there leaves - the ground is cluttered with color - that crunches as i walk over it - it is the season now - when ever this time of year comes - there is always a sort of changing of moods - it seems that when it gets grayer - so do i - gone are the long days and short nights - now the sun is up around seven and is gone again by six - it always seems that around this time of year - i seem to get sad - usually not by any sort of means - i just start to feel a little more depressed then usual - is that wrong - my mother seems to think that medication is needed because it is not right to not want to smile - but why not - - why can't i be like nature around me - trees are dying and going to sleep for the winter - nothing is coming alive - everything is slowing down and preparing to sleep - so why can't i just do the same - now i am not saying that i would like to sleep all day - it would be nice once in a while - but is there anything really wrong with not feeling like doing anything - i believe no - but friends say yes - they think that the 'spirt of life is out of me' - ugh - what is that - the spirt of life - no i am not buying that - to me it is fine to be sad - it is fine to not want to do anything - it is fine to sit around and listen to sad music all day - i guess i will just have to keep being sad and hope that everyone around me begins to understand - _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access -- and 2 months free! Try MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.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: Fuck, I've just poured tea all over my keyboard...
by stout robin 25 Oct '02

25 Oct '02

Hello, my name's Robin, welcome to my Blog I'm bored, you know. Somehow I'm still at work on Friday afternoon and I've got nothing to do. I spent the last half an hour drawing a picture of a hairy dog in Paint. Anyway, latest update: Max the car has been sold to a woman called Lisa from DC... ...and... (sit down Ken, pour yourself a stiff drink) ... the latest diary entry reveals the answers to the London Treasure Hunt Clues!!! http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/251002.html bye! Robin x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: A Disaster, A Picnic, and a Broken Bus
by robin stout 25 Oct '02

25 Oct '02

BELLE AND SEBASTIAN SPLIT UP, WELL SORT OF... Yesterday I had a disaster. I was standing in the tea point with a tea bag in one hand and rinsing my Belle and Sebastian mug under the tap with the other, when the mug became strangely slippery and flew out of my hand, smashing into a million pieces on the floor. I stood there for a while, looking glumly at my teabag, as the tinkling of the china pieces echoed and trickled away. The most depressing thing was that the only thing that could possibly have consoled me at that point was a nice, warm cuppa, and that was the one thing that I couldnt possibly have. People were kind, though, and offered me their own mugs as I walked glum faced down the corridor, but it just wouldnt have been the same. Each triangle of china had lodged somewhere in my heart. REPORTING BACK Last Saturday, myself and Annie had a Sinister Picnic in Cardiff. It was great. Annie, you were perfect company. The picnic went strangely according to plan, ending up with us eating a sandwich on a bench at Roath Park, overlooking the boating lake. We visited an awful lot of places and spent a lot of time talking about YOU and THEM. In the evening we went to a disco, and danced to le pastie de la bourgeoisie. I was exhausted. Theres too much to tell from Saturday, really, so instead Im going to tell you a little story about what happened at the bus stop on Sunday morning... The hairy muscled driver of the 8A had to arc round a parked car as it approached the bus stop. This may have been the reason why he forgot to squeeze the brake and ended up crashing into our bus shelter. We were unscratched and the bus shelter was as green and shiny as usual, but the bus had a huge hole in it. I was quite surprised at the damaged inflicted on this brontosaurus of public transport by a tiny little shelter, but, looking at the edges of the rather astonishing hole that was left behind, it seemed that the bus was only made out of some sort of fibreglass. I began to suspect that it might not even be a real bus. I was the first to get on. "That must have scratched the paintwork," said the driver. "Scratched the paintwork?! Theres a BLUDDY GREAT HOLE IN YOUR BUS!" "Oh dear, he said, after taking a look. "The boss wont be too pleased about that." Then just drove away as if nothing had happened. Sitting at the back, Annie and I travelled past the old Gaiety Cinema. This is a beautiful old building with grand white turrets outside the front, but had been abandoned in recent years, the council preferring to let the Panjabi Hit Squad and the Pay As U Go Cartel wallpaper the outside, rather than give it a proper lick of paint. However, the talk of the town, or to be more accurate, the talk of my kitchen recently has been that a mysterious, shadowy individual has bought the old Gaiety and has been slowly restoring it to its former glory. No one could work out what it was going to be. A cinema? A nightclub? A knocking shop? And then, only last week, I found out. TEN PIN BOWLING! HURRAH! I cant wait! Ive been buffing my balls already, in sweaty expectation. BUT DID THE SPANNER HAVE TO BE THAT LONG?? Thank you Miss Honey for fixing the Archives. I didnt believe you when you turned up in the middle of the night with your "very special tool", but it seems to have done the trick. AND, OVER ON ITV... I was trying to bite my lip, but... The Dirty Vicar: << It will be cool, much cooler than anything this list has done in my time on it.>> A little below the belt, maybe, but I think the last part of that sentence may have a point. Its been ages since we really did something massive. But also, we have picnics so often they arent much of an event any more. Annie and I couldnt understand why theres so much hostility between Bowlie and here. Lots of us are in both places anyway. Obviously there are certain historical reasons for some of us not liking Bowlie, and certain personalities we wish to avoid, but you know, I dont think its a big deal for most of us. For me, I just stick around here cos I like to write in proper paragraphs, and sentences, but thats no reason to steal Bowlies pencil case while theyre at PE. DV also said: << Smash Imperialism>> Yeah, but hands off my new mug, alright? Robin x _________________________________________________________________ Get a speedy connection with MSN Broadband. Join now! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: I'm just going to take a left instead of a right to see what happens
by stout robin 24 Oct '02

24 Oct '02

Just a quickie: The latest entry in Stuart's diary is great. It's great because, in a way, it's quite revealing, but what it reveals is that he's just the way we want him to be!!! He also makes good use of exclamation marks without making them look corny. http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/181002.html I wonder how stuart's dairy is going...? I just looked at the auction for Max and it's standing at 3,600 quid with only an hour and a half left. I wonder who all these people are who are bidding for it. Is it any of you?? Despite the winter chill that's set into the list recently, there've been lots of posts from different faces and it's reminded me how many of you there are out there. So come on, one of you must have bid something. http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=1777807925 that's all. Reporting Back on the Cardiff Picnic to follow... Stay tuned..! toodle pip Robin x __________________________________________________ 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: seasons change with the scenery
by Hugo JJ <12813249＠sun.ac.za> 24 Oct '02

24 Oct '02

dearest sinister well, what a weird week it's been, and since - as everyone seems to notice - it's been quiet around here lately, i guess you're just going to have to put up with hearing a little bit about it. first, though, on the topic of posts: yes, they've certainly been far fewer and well, further, between, but i for one haven't really detected a slackening in standard, which is as much to say, thanks again for the many really nice posts that have been brightening my days and helping to make a really nice spring even nicer. and how could anyone NOT have been utterly delighted with the weakest link? which i for one thought was one of the best things the list has ever seen. thanks ken. (and if you DO EVER find out the treasure-hunt thingies, you will please be so good as to let everyone know: of course after you've shamelessly abused them for purely personal gain and advancement. after all your shameless ploys - for the rest, cf. the q&a section on the band's page: how i smirked in a public place - you surely deserve it!) so yes, and while all of you up north are bracing yourselves for winter, unpacking all your favourite wet wednesday afternoons, dusting off wellingtons, raincoats and umbrella's (umbrella's! wow, what a secret world has been opened to my prying eyes!) - or so i imagine - here it's turning into a lovely breezy blissful spring. it's not too hot (yet) and balmy, and altogether unhelpful to anyone who's as far behind with their work as i am. but oh well. and just last week, after (i think it was wednesday, which also featured a quite remarkable bunch of feel-good posts :)) [<== note my infamous double-chinned smiley face :)] i was busy drafting an ode on just how wonderful everything was, when of course, the (potential of) disaster (looked like it would) strike. predictably, really. disaster, no larger than a man's hand, appeared on the horizon in the form of a rather special ex - as i suppose it rather often does. rather special as in someone who broke my heart at several times in several different configurations of tiny tiny pieces that became ever harder to put together again, and that, like gaspard winckler's revenge (if you know what i mean ;) , also seemed to always end up with the wrong shaped piece to put in the final little hole. after which she then became a rather unhealthy obsession. which i thought was over with, finally, this year, helped by the knowledge that she was going to germany (i.e. very far away) and i! would probably never see her again. except she wasn't. in germany. that is. well, she came back. (help! i'm turning into richard gillanders! i think. well. almost. i guess.) and there she was, and it just happened to be her birthday, so instead of getting off with the polite little wave that would have been sufficient, i had to run across and congatulate her. i ask you. (which doesn't really explain why the chicken crossed the road, since it took a lot of guts, i thought at the time, and also meant i wasn't thinking very clearly). conversation was brief, to the point and functional, but all i could think of was ways of keeping my heart from bursting through my ribs. it hasn't beat as fast in more than 2 years. (which, in a tenuous attempt at content, reminds me of the description stuart david gives of being in love in nalda said: the girl always makes the boy's heart "beat very fast, and then very slow." i liked that book a lot) of course, being a seasoned sufferer, i knew what was to follow - years and years more of misery, bloodshed and sheer boredom for my friends. but this time, i had a PLAN. and the PLAN was suggested by yes, you, in a way, and comes from that lovely piece of advice (though he probably didn't see it quite as "advice" at the time. i think) by matthew henderson which caitlin keeps reminding us of. to quote: When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position. so, the PLAN involved what i would call a pre-emptive sulk: take a half-jack of brandy, down really quickly, pausing only to put cf gf by the tindersticks on repeat (alternatively, intersperse with (you take) this heart of mine). then spend night crying about all kinds of things, including your friend who died earlier the year, which is good, because you haven't really done so properly before, and the stuff he said last time you spoke is the only thing keeping you from cutting yourself to ribbons now, again. smoke a LOT. fall asleep eventually and sleep forever. wake up. switch to trembling blue stars and stay there. stay in your room an entire day and read the heart is a lonely hunter in one sitting. fast: drinking only water and smoking. (feeling really really really sorry for yourself and resentfully cursing the entire female gender is, of course, de rigeur) fall asleep and sleep forever. wake up. find its a beautiful day, decide fuck it and go to have coffee with a good ! friend. then decide fuckit still further (or as they used to say around these parts: fuck it. fuck it with knives. OR as astrid used to say, famously: sod it. which is just a way of saying: WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ASTRID???) and spend the rest of the day at the beach playing frisbee and getting your pre-summer tan. in short: IT WORKED!!! something that would (and had) sent me off the rails for two horrible years was eventually (and finally!) handled in a sortof mature way. okay, not really, but i got over it. so that's great, and so is everything else again, and i'm so happy to be able to tell you all this. (okay, so i'm sorry i AM telling you all this. sorry. hopefully someone else will post a thingy full of wit and erudition, and errrmm... i suppose smut, soon, to make your mail account earn its keep). in short: THERE'S TOO MUCH LOVE TO GO AROUND THESE DAY-AY-AY-AY-AY-S. (or alternatively: get out of the office and into the springtime) also, my (admittedly very meager) salary GOT TRIPLED! so that helps too i suppose. now just to wait until our (terrible!) music retailers finally get wind of the polyphonic spree, and bob's my... favourite falling in the river kindof guy. when i say terrible, i mean, we only got the STROKES and the WHITE STRIPES released in this country 3 MONTHS AGO!!! i mean, fuck that. (so if i ever complain about musical isolation here, please bear that in mind). well, that's about it. have lots to do now, so until next time, sorry, and adios. and thank you all ever so very very much for making life always a littler brighter, a little more tender and altogether very wonderful. love JohaN +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: I wonder if I know you...
by marisa stroud 23 Oct '02

23 Oct '02

I didn't just spend a summer wasting, I spent a whole year. Well, 10 months. I was in Glasgow from September to July. And I never knew you, sweet Sinister. Now that I've found you and am reading your posts, particularly those from the folk in Glasgow, I'm feeling more homesick than I think I ever have been. Except maybe during the few trips I've made to the States. For whatever reason, going 'down south' makes me desperate to get back to the wilds of Canada. But now my feet long to trip lightly down the cobblestone road of Ashton Lane and down a glass of orange juice in a oner at the Grovesnor. But I only had toast there. I didn't know any better, you see? I want to go back. I want to ignore the scary man who lurkes in the alleyway out to Byres Rd between Iceland and Roots&Fruits. I want to stand waiting for the train in the Hillhead underground and think about the story on the back of Tigermilk and smile. Do you realize that The Tap is less than ten seconds from my boyfriend's flat? Oh yeah. He lives on Radnor St, that little bit road that separates Sauchihall and Argyll. I sang 'Dyland in the Movies' to myself every time I had to go down Kelvin Way to get to his flat from the uni. Due to the mankiness of my flatmate, I spent most of the year there, walking from Havelock St through the hospital to get to his. I walked past you every day. Maybe I even squeezed by you to get a drink from the bar. But I didn't say hi. How could I have known? Ignorance is lame. I'm coming home. I decided I'm going back to Glasgow, one way or another. So please, please please keep the Winchester Club going until I get there! It'll be August at the latest before I can come. I've always dreamed of going somewhere I would actually want to dance! I want to see Struan flail his arms of sex and dance like no one's watching, especially not those with sinister intentions. That would very probably make my year. I found out about the Win far too late. I didn't hear about it till the B&S gig at the QMU in June. I was there. You probably were, too. But I didn't know you then. Mummy Honey (well, her computer, anyway) just gave me the nudge out of the nest, but I think it'll take awhile to get used to these wings. I feel like I should provide some content, at least the first time. So I'll talk about the new Reindeer Section album, although I know a couple of other people have already ventured on the subject. I may be biased, cause this is one of my new favourite albums. It's slower and sweeter than the first one, though. Broken hearts beware: there are a lot of "you packed your things and took my heart" songs here, but there are also some celebrations of love to keep the bipolarity interest factor up. There's even a very Arab Strap-y track, but he keeps his ramblings pretty well with the beat of the underlying melody. I like Arab Strap, but I also really like melody, so I enjoy this track quite a bit. If you liked Y'all get scared... this one's a pretty safe bet, providing you don't mind your songs a wee bit on the quiet side. It's definitely worth a listen, especially if you know someone you can nick it from for a few days. Content? Check. Hearbreak songs seem to be all the rage this year, when I'm finally in love. But Sloan's new(ish) album Pretty Together has something for everyone: Chris' 'man on the side' songs, Patrick's 'you love me, I love me, everyone loves me' songs, Jay's 'are you giving me back my love?' songs (such an important theme that he used that as a whole song idea/title), and Andrew's usual 'I've been dating Fi so long I don't write love songs anymore, even though I'm a dad now' avant-gardish tracks. There, now I promise not to mention Sloan again for a good while. I've heard some rumblings that Sinister isn't as twee as it used to be; some darker elements are starting to show beneath the happy bucolic veneer. But from what I've read (and it's quite a bit, I'm embarrased to say), it's better to talk and to disagree than to never have a voice. I can't wait to get back home to Glasgow, and already I think of you when I list the reasons why. I know I've just begun, but I feel like Sinister's something pretty special, and I'm glad I have a chance to be a part of it. marisa _________________________________________________________________ Internet access plans that fit your lifestyle -- join MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.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. 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Sinister: ends "I can't go on, I'll go on"
by Kieran Devaney 23 Oct '02

23 Oct '02

Dear Sinister, How are you? I shall start as the custom dictates and explain my protracted absence from the list of late. No I wont. I was reading all summer I did write a long thing about a pub in Birmingham which I thought about sending but I went off it before I had chance. Alas. Sinister has been a tad dreary in recent times, no wait, thats unfair. I have greatly enjoyed posts by I wont embarrass them by mentioning names but there have been a fair few now that I think about it, and also if I mention someone then any omitted names might feel that I disliked their recent posts when perhaps I liked them and just forgot or was merely indifferent to them. Still, there was one post of fewer words than I have even yet expended which openly poured scorn on another member of the list not to be encouraged, one of the beauties of Sinister is that its relatively sedate pace gives us fair chance to fully work through our viewpoints oh I dont mean we have to indulge in tawdry, strung out dialectics every time we want to say something, but if I were to have an opinion, then Sinister provides both the space and the place for me to extol the virtues of said opinion, perhaps even to play devils advocate, for good and bad can be found in all things. More important than what the opinion is, and more interesting to me and probably the rest of the list is how that opinion is justified and explained, for only then can you be vindicated in having it in the first place. Certainly, if you arent keen on something that someone has said on the list, then no matter how far the extent of your annoyance runs it will still seem crass to resort to base, crude ejaculations of that annoyance. But I wont preach. I dont know how. Given that I asked how you are in my first sentence it only seems fair for you to return the question. Ok. I moved away from seclusion in Birmingham to study English Literature at Sheffield University in September and have since been doing just that, amongst other things. I quite like Sheffield its fairly similar to Birmingham though, to be honest, which is a mixed blessing (cue misty eyed false reminiscences about when places looked different from one another, when regional identity meant something (oh, it does), coincidentally I was in Leeds at the weekend and it, too, looked pretty similar), Sheffield does, however, seem much safer, I have wandered about on my own at 3am and only been threatened by a double-decker Jesus Army bus looking even more lurid in the orange streetlight (please if you have stories or statistics relating to horrendous street crime in Sheffield then please dont send them to me, I wish to remain complacent for as long as possible). I could now go off into a lengthy report on the relative merits and shortcomings of Sheffield and its amenities, but Ive no doubt there are already dozens in circulation which detail things much more accurately than I ever could. I should probably mention Offbeat though, which is a fun place to trot along to every other Friday, and certainly better than any of the clubs in Birmingham, not that I ever went to them I suspect a fair few of the people there are on Sinister, Im too timid just to go up to people there and ask, but I imagine theres at least one or two. For anyone there last Friday, I was the one wearing the lemon yellow tshirt which said Rachel on the back. Thats another thing, actually (I dont know what the first thing was, no) and this is the reason I dislike the people I live with here, Im in Halls of Residence and the people on the same floor as me have taken aversion to the fact that I have committed such heinous crimes as: occasionally wearing girls clothes, occasionally wearing makeup, wearing beads, just dressing like a weirdo, being vegetarian, being teetotal and having a strange taste in music; oh my heart bleeds etc ok so its not really that bad, and Im exaggerating because there are one or two people that I get on fairly well with, but some of the others think its hilarious to get up to such kerazee antics as moving the fridge into the corridor, breaking ceiling tiles by punching them and blasting Eye of The Tiger five times in succession at 2am and thinking that theyre justified simply because theyre students. Nonetheless, and so this doesnt turn into another doom-fest, I am, as I said, quite enjoying Sheffield, I like the freedom of being able to go for an aimless walk whenever the fancy so takes me without having to explain myself to anyone. If anyone is familiar with the poetry of UA Fanthrope, then I would say that life at the moment is a bit like that. Or perhaps Im just inevitably romanticising the situation but who amongst us can honestly say theyre not? Admittedly, Im not much of a people person, in fact Id go as far as saying Im completely inept at conversation and this sentence was definitely going somewhere when I began it hmn - so, which Belle and Sebastian album do you think is the most twee? No wait, dont answer that. No, actually, do. The people on my course? They seem remarkably badly read, for English students, as it goes, no one I have spoken to has yet even heard of, let alone read Pynchon, Naipaul or Perec, though I havent mentioned those three to everyone Ive met and obviously Im horribly elitist as well. Then again I wouldnt exactly regard myself as being well read either, who would? This post isnt really going very far at the moment. Was there anything else? Oh yeah, if anyone in Sheffield wants to meet me (and after this scintillating little whirl who can honestly say they wouldnt?) then thatd be lovely, just form an orderly queue behind the bikesheds, or email me, whichever is the more convenient. I suppose it just remains for me to apologise for not turning up at the Birmingham picnic(s) a couple of months ago, if I havent already, but I think I actually developed an aversion to people during the course of the summer. But. Even catatonia has to duet with Tom Jones every now and again. 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Sinister: habibi, habibi
by Dirty Vicar 22 Oct '02

22 Oct '02

hey hey hey, C'est moi, le Sal Vierge, qui à vous parle. Myself and special friend Rener are back now from our fab holiday in the Fucking Lebanon. The Lebanon is not a very indie country, in fact non-stop pop music is the order of the day. But it's really good pop music, not like the shite you hear in the charts over here. Still, Rener did meet someone who recognised her Study In Stow t-shirt, but sadly he was American. She also met a nice taxi driver who wanted her to stay another two weeks in Beirut with him, but for some reason she choose to come back to dreary Dublin. And it's so dreary here. I mean, I know it's always nice in the winter when you get to wrap up warm and stuff, but does it have to piss rain all the time? that's what I want to know. Meanwhile I'm all excited at some upcoming gigs here... next week Luna are playing here, and this pleases me because I enjoyed them at the Bowlie Weekender and like their cover of the mighty Serge's 'Bonnie & Clyde'. A few days after the Jimmycake (who are very good) are playing a gig supported by THE CHALETS (who are the best band in Ireland). This will kick arse, let me tell you. Beyond that we're drifting too far into the future to know what will happen. Over in the world of the Bowlie Forum, there is a monster get together planned for Manchester in a few weeks. I think nearly everyone from These Islands is going. We're all going to stay in the same hotel and have key parties and riots and stuff. It will be cool, much cooler than anything this list has done in my time on it. that's enough for now. Smash Imperialism. DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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