October 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: keeping a low profile in a tiny swimming pool
by Gordon 13 Oct '02

13 Oct '02

BLOGS Ok, I promise to put my ramblings at http://www.rouss.blogspot.com/ next time. BOOKS A quiet Sunday afternoon. Autumn is definitely present: mounds of leaves on the pavement to slosh through, a damp but strangely luxuriant-with-scent bite to the air. I've been sitting in Exchange Place in Glasgow, sipping an iced latte amongst the honey coloured sandstone, revealed through arches and over crenellations, past friezes and amongst other intricacies of eclectic Victorian devising, reading Mario Vargas Llosa's 'the Notebooks of Don Rigoberto'. This is, in many ways, a filthy book which I am compelled to recommend, such is the pleasure it is giving me for, amongst the hints of deviancy constructed with such sophisticated eloquence they're impossible to resist (although denial is one of the most refined piquancies on offer) the book is liberally scattered with hilariously illiberal rants against such things as sportsmen, the Rotary Club, nature and sexual determinancy. It's also a handy little primer on the life of artist Egon Schiele. In conversation last night I happened to mention this book and, when I confessed that I'd also just finished Michel Houellebecq's 'Platform', another and now infamously illiberal book of smut and was about to start work on 'Lolita', one might get the impression that my reading material was indicative of someone who's interests were confined to, let's say, only certain areas of life. Far from it. I'm also reading the prison diaries of no, not that sleazy chancer of a politician, but Albert Speer, Hitler's architect and, later, his Minister of Armaments and Production. Having read most of Gitta Sereny's masterpiece 'Albert Speer: His Battle With Truth' I have approached his own diaries with an impression of a man who isn't so much evil as blinded by ambition or more accurately, a devotion to Hitler and his dreams. A man who, initially at least, remained unaware or, more culpably, willfully esconced from the uglier extents of his idol's vision. '...God's anger broke through the clouds, And spilt the cargo for all to see: The fault of the sailor; The fault of he who asks No questions, About the cargo he is carrying' as Daniel Lanois sings in 'Fisherman's Daughter'. There is a certain ghoulish fascination to be had in reading a first hand and vivid recollection of a picnic with the two of them, rug, hamper from the trunk of a large Mercedes and all, one afternoon in the vicinity of Bamberg with Hitler discoursing in admiration on the strategic machinery of the Catholic Church, having just met the abbot of Banz monastery. We are also party to the role call, in the early hours of October 16th, 1946, of the condmned members of the high command. If we are to believe Melanie McDonagh's reading of Sereny's book, Speer would have been amongst them had his biographer been one of the Nuremberg judges. However, according to another commentator it seems that she also developed for him a strong affection, even a love. Speer clearly remained a man, to the last, of estimable charm, and not of the sleazy variety. WINCHESTER Last night a fair number of the Scottish Sinister crew were out at the Winchester club. I was too stubbornly shy to dance. Choosing instead to sit staring smilelessly at the wallpaper was, as I became increasingly aware, a rather stupid move. However, hopeless company 'though I proved to be, even *Caitlin* started to dance, which is saying something, and I spied Stacey in conversation with Stevie Jackson (or which one was it? I can never remember who's who). Ken, as always, was a source of good cheer and I think all in all it turned out to be a pretty fine evening and quite busy for the club. I shalln't mention everyone I know who was there but safe to say one left their company with a warm feeling, which is the making of such events for me. I'll also thank Alley, Carey, Gavin, Lucy, Sarah (alphabetic order, see?) and anyone else who helped organise the event. Someone also gave me a little kiss... when's the next Winchester? Friday 15th November. DRAINAGE Necessity and sufficient dedication to detail can render almost any subject interesting, I contest. After all, how else is work tolerable? Having spent weeks designing the superstructure of a small fitness suite which is to be slotted into what is called 'the beer garden' at a high school in the farthest western reaches of the Glasgow postal district, I have taken some pleasure in offloading certain aspects of the design work to other consultants, namely mechanical, electrical and structural engineers. I also attempted to tease some free work out of a manufacturer of cold formed steel joists, but they deemed the project too finicky and trivial to be worth their attention. Next time I'll append a fictional series of 20 identical bays to the real, complex bit and see if they remain so snooty. Anyway, it was a slight shock to realise that I had to design my own drainage system. However, I'm gradually getting into it or at least figuratively digging around about it in the vicinity of three manholes. One of them, I know, connects to the nearest rainwater outlets. I'm taking the gamble that at least one of the remaining two will take waste of the other sort. Next, I made a rough calculation of the peak flows in order to size the pipe and gradient, specified it to be made of cast iron so it won't break and then drew a little sketch showing said pipe laid in a bed of tamped fill to ensure it's comfort. Above ground, the pipes are connected by various routes to vents and valves to ensure the whole hydraulic system doesn't suck (literally) too much. PLAYLIST As Pete Waterman has recently noted, classical music is full of great tunes. However, classical music has, in turn, been inspired by pop tunes. One such is 'La Follia', which had the whole of eighteenth century Venice rocking, which is kind of apt since it started life as an Iberian fertility dance ( 'La Follia' means 'wild, empty-headed' evidently). Whilst pop makes things shorter, classical tends to prefer the other direction and hence the 'theme and variations' is born. There's a lovely version of this amongst Vivaldi's trio sonatas, but I forgot my CD of these in the back of a taxi once, so here's another version by Geminiani. If it's pure romantic sugariness you're after, look no further than the second movement of Chopin's first piano concerto. Oh, it's so *yearnsome*. I think you might even be able to attempt a sort of waltz to it as well and it has lots of embracing and, if one is in luck, kissing moments in it too. I should request it at next month's Winchester ;) At present, however, this stereo's repeat play function is shacked up to 'I've Told Every Little Star', from the soundtrack to Mulholland Drive. CHEESY SEGUEWAY I'd have to tell the stars through a thick layer of cloud this evening, but it's certainly getting dark enough for them to be coming out, which inclines me to think I've spent longer that that 'fifteen minutes' again. So I'll stop. Gordon KEEPING A LOW PROFILE IN A TINY SWIMMING POOL The place I was staying last night has a tiny swimming pool reached along an even tinier, to the point of claustrophobic, windowless, basement corridor. As I swam up and down my thoughts were on avoiding bumping my head against it's ends. I didn't get much exercise but I did get a subject line. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: stevie jackson playing drumchapel this afternoon!!!!
by Brian McNeill 12 Oct '02

12 Oct '02

this afternoon stevie jackson is playing a few tunes in a marquee tent in drumchapel shopping centre carpark. i shoulda told youse all sooner i guess so i apologise. . . also stevie and struan are hostinga songwriters workshop in drumchapel on wed. ill bring details along with me to the tap later cya brian _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.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: "Oh that is so LAME! You will PAY for your use of inappropriate dialogue!"
by Miss Marianna Longmire 12 Oct '02

12 Oct '02

Do you know what's great? Those egg.com adverts where their advice on saving car insurance is to attach a cardboard box onto someone else's car, suggesting you drive around in that instead - thus sparing you of insurance payouts. And your dignity. I heart those adverts. Do you know what isn't great? Gum in Jet Set Radio is not great. She's hip looking, and does this great little dance when you select her, but really, her tagging skills are just ridiculous. And yet, I can't give her up. It's a masochistic love/hate thing. Do you know why New York rocks my world? New York /totally/ rocks my world because: * On cable, they have this insane program called "Undressed". It's all about shagging, and gay footballers and gay chess players and the size of one's package and feeder fetishes. It is, officially, one of the greatest television shows ever. * Those wonderful sinister kids Laurel, Brian and Matt will welcome you into their homes where you will watch the premiere of the new Joss Whedon series, after which they will ply you with sordid gossip and discuss the wonders (disasters?) of nerve dating. * There's this great bar in Brooklyn called Union Pool. It's full of achingly stylish yet completely lovely hep cats dancing to rock and roll. A boy in your posse will win the style stakes by wearing a Paul Frank pyjama top as a shirt and you will steal snapshots of girls snogging in the photo booth, which you will later make photocopies of and stick on lampposts in central London. * Fashion rules NYC. Wake up! The Strokes look is /so/ over. It's all about 1920's lingerie, yo. Also, the trucker's cap is /totally/ in. Muh brethren's attire has finally become vogue. * You and your homeboy stumble across a small park in the centre of Chinatown where old men play Chinese Chess with great ferocity and name calling. Later, we sit at a nearby table and play Go. Slowly, a few of the aforementioned gaming masters come over and watch, shaking their heads and tutting as they figure out my lack of strategy. I refuse to place a stone whilst they're there and my ass gets go-kicked again. But there are turtles in buckets and Powerpuff Girls paraphernalia to look at, so my disappointment is short-lived. * Entering a street festival in Little Italy, your posse will discover a freak show which features the visual delights of: "The World's Smallest Horse!", "The World's Smallest Lady!" and the "Snake Woman!" - The head of a beautiful lady, the body of a large plastic python. It totally rules. * You jump on a random subway train only to discover your carriage has been overrun by a posse of 13-year-old skater homeboys. They're completely hopeless but their enthusiasm for skating up and down the aisle and grinding on the seats is commendable. One of them will declare this the "Soul Train." G and I applaud. * You get to see the first episode of the new series of Buffy. * YOU GET TO BE IN THE AUDIENCE OF THE RICKI LAKE SHOW! Whilst waiting to be led into the studio, one of the show's producers will ask you, "If it's a serious topic, please, whatever you do, don't shout out, 'You big fat bitch! '" Everyone sighs. Once inside, it was clear that behind the scenes was far more entertaining than the show itself, even /with/ the "Tupac is alive" obsessive - "My boyfriend looks a bit like Tupac, but I wish he'd try harder. I dunno, like maybe wear bandanas like Tupac does." During the breaks, Ricki's sidekick Darlene was our entertainment, a lady who proved to be genuinely, insanely funny. And she fell down some stairs in a comedic manner - accidentally! This woman is a genius. Later, the audience erupted into a pop-idol like singing competition to win t-shirts and a boy two rows in front of you will bump and grind his booty throughout the /entire/ show. And then, it was back to London. Which was GRATE! And do you know why? Because it was filled with pub gatherings, and quiz nights, and insider gossip about Angelina Jolie, and realising your celebrity crush now looks like a 60-year-old version of Jeffrey Archer - ugh, and there was picnicking and Tigermilking. Tigermilking was great. I, unfortunately, was a little too inebriated to pay much attention to other people's debaucherous actions, but I /do/ remember that everyone looked gorgeous and the DJs were fantastic. Daphne and Celeste! Dolly Parton! Nelly! Le Tigre! What a fab selection. One might call it eclectic. I'd call it the tits. Isn't this post great? No? Apologies. Miss Marianna Longmire +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 particle in the box.
by Stefano [Steady-State] 11 Oct '02

11 Oct '02

Dear Sinisters I´ve been spinning all around some European countries lately, mostly because my institution is quite prone to send me to away towards partners and play around with the other people machine. I´m suspecting they are quite happy, indeed, when I´m not around walking like a peasant through the corridors and eventually eating yellow pencils. I´m also suspecting their real aim is to use me as a secret weapon to undermine the ongoing other group super secret research: just placing a nightmare of a half-a-mess and half-a-theoretician element, what an awful blend, in someone else´s instrument rooms...mhmmh... I shall start considering this option more seriously and try to find a way to escape my next supposed-to-be-destructive expedition, which might eventually be directed towards Germany. Considering previous journeys that make it quite a round trip along an almost closed ring through, Italy, France, Holland, Great Britain and finally Germany, which can eventually provide the chance for a full electronic delocalisation over the continent. At the recent St. James factor picnic, in between the Chickfactor gigs, while having a roasted chicken [what else for the chickfactor... of couse vegetarians were dispensed and could have quite an amount of apples&plums] someone, I can´t remember with which intent, mentioned the Heisenberg´s indetermination principle* and the "cat in the box". I actually think it is Liz fault, but that eventually triggered me to give a kind of explanation, which is a vain effort, firstly because I am all but good in explaining things, in general, secondly because actually none really bothered to know what the hell and indetermination principle could actually be. I think the cat in the box is still the better approximation to an intuitive understanding. Nonetheless this principle can be actually be made rather trivial as it says that you can´t know the energy of a particle if you know it position and viceversa , if the particle mall enough. Considering I am probably not small enough to be considered a particle, classical Newtonian mechanic can be more readily applied and hence related energy and position being rather predictable, on the basis of {increasing} weight and {decreasing} strength applied to by what used to be a muscle- skeleton system. O the other hand if I put an eye back on the calendar it turns out that the position is not actually that predictable as it was supposed to be, therefore giving some support to the idea that the statistical approach should probably work a bit better. In turn it means that, considering geographical delocalisation, with a certain probability I can find myself located wherever in the beforehand mentioned countries, suspiciously including the British Channel. I think that is gonna be eventually a bit more problematic, but still, I fear, in principle a well-defined probability. That makes me wonder where is my house Take care Stefano PS: riding on city buses on a tube strike is sad. Here's a prediction: when you have stories to tell, you'll tell them. D.G. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Steptoe never had it so good...
by Jay Eckard 11 Oct '02

11 Oct '02

Hey Sinister folk... I decided, for a change, to stop standing quietly in the corner and actually be noticeable for a few minutes. It's been rough for me lately. Over a month ago, I with no warning, lost my job and my roommate. I've spent the last few weeks desperately searching for both and being largely disappointed. For a few days, I got a job at a posh French place, but they didn't like me and sent me along. But now, I've got a little job at a market, but the next little while will be tough as I pay back all the bills I've accrued. And I found a new roommate I quite like. So I'm happy. Or happier, rather. If you've never been skint/unemployed, it's quite odd. You'd think it's all easy, being on the dole and looking for work. But really, you stamp around quite a bit, and have to smile so much it all goes fake after a while. And it's much more difficult to be fake. You calculate all the time how much you spend and how much you've got. You pawn stuff to pay the bills, so you decide what's really worth keeping and what's going away forever. Really, I'd rather just work. If you're really lucky, you've got people about to make it better. They listen nicely as you bitch, which really is great (you know who you are). Other people are quite nice and buy you drinks (how I wish I knew more of these). If you're smart, you find things to do. Like write book proposals for BBC books or cook shortbread cookies. Or even be a disc jockey. I have done all these. It also brings me to something close to a point: New Music. I always assumed I'd hear about the new Reindeer Section album, Son of Evil Reindeer, here. It came stateside a few weeks ago, and I've not seen anyone mention it. I think it's quite good and recommend it. People seemed to like it when it was on air. Comment as you'd like. There's also a new album out that I'm crazy about. It's by a group called Irving, called Beautiful Ideas. It's five singer/songwriters who've always worked alone jammed together. The resulting disk is wildly disperate in styles, but each piece is great. The track "Did I Ever Tell You I'm in Love with Your Girlfriend" is particularly grand. And then there's always the old standby of Sergio Mendes and Brasil 66 (or 67 or 68 or 69...) for those who like Jose Feliciano. Check out their version of Fool on a Hill or Scarborough Fair from their album called Fool on a Hill (yes, it is a good Beatles cover). So yeah, l'Autre Jay -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ 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: Northern souls
by Paulo Stinsoni 10 Oct '02

10 Oct '02

Hello, It's my first post to this group, so be gentle with me. I've read/forwarded/deleted lots of your emails and ramblings so it's your turn to fiddle with my bits (data bits of course) in your own personal way. Now, I just wanted to know who out there is a north eastern sinisterian. I often feel on my own in Darlington, oh I do have friends, but not with the same love of things sweet. Anyone out there from the north east? Another question too. Anyone remember a band called Strawberrry Story? Must end there and get back to work. There will be more posts though, just you wait and see. Bye then Paulo _________________________________________________________________ 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: Chickfactor, Glasgow meet-up and general smuttiness
by Lucy Alder 09 Oct '02

09 Oct '02

Dear old Sinister, Youre looking well. No, really! I notice a flush in your cheeks. Who wants to know the gossip from the Chickfactor Black & White ball, then? I suppose, seeing as nobody else can be arsed, I ought to oblige. What a chore, eh? Ha! Of course not! Heres the goss: Sinisterines past and present in attendance were Me, Ally Cook, Nal, David Moore, Sally Moore, Pam Berry, Steady Mike, Stevie T, Tim Hopkins, Ben Apps, Rachel Sunnyset, Stefano, BG Ian, BG Mark, Michael Grant, Gav Dunbar, Sarah Dorman, Starfire Dave, Carey Lander, The Pinefox, The Gingerfox, Andy Dean, Beth, Liz Daplyn, Robster, Ken Chu, Martin, Matt, Rich and the inevitable tons of people who are probably my best mates but I still cant remember them. So I guess you can see how it was that we practically filled the hall with just us. Phew! Bush Hall was extremely elegant rose lighting on the stage, chandeliers over the audience, lots of red velvet just dreamy. I could have danced all night had the floor not been carpeted. Never mind, we sipped our drinks most delicately and crossed our ankles and sat and listened very politely. Mummy Honey would have been proud. And, of course, there was plenty to listen to. In fact, eight bands who were all very, very, very good. I only dared go to the bar between acts for fear of missing something, so ended up fairly sober (not such a bad thing seeing as I was also fairly skint). My favourites? HmmCamera Obscura were deserved headliners on the first night I think they were what one might call tight. They played tons of new songs but nobody felt cheated because they were so *good*. And Carey sang! Pipas, who provided Ally and me with board and lodging for the weekend, were also fabulous. I notice their website has some downloadable stuff: http://www.plumasbouncer.com/llc/index.php The best band of the weekend, though, were the Pines who made several of the audience *actually cry*. Can you believe it? Words really cant describe how they were, so I wont try. I just hope they come up and play in Glasgow soon (hint). OK, will that do? Now all that remains is for somebody to spill the beans about Tigermilking. Who witnessed dirty dancing, snogging or hands down pants? Now, onto other important business. Seeing as Paul Ginger Fox (and others from London?) will be in Glasgow this weekend, we really ought to get together, oughtnt we? So, on Saturday 12th October, we will indulge in a picnic-stroke-pubnic. Incidentally, anyone who wishes to stroke me will have to ask Allys permission, but Im sure hell oblige. After all, he has previously offered my breasts to Starfire Dave. We meet at the Tap at 2pm. It is a short walk from Hillhead station or Kelvinbridge or the city centre and has (a) pool tables, (b) quiz machines and (c) comfy sofas. These props will enable you to (a) show the person you fancy how to hold a cue correctly whilst leaning in, blowing in their shell-like and frotting gently, (b) win enough money to buy a bottle of wine, cf. Ailsa Watson and (c) fall on something squashy and non-bruising when you are too drunk to stand. At approximately 8pm, you* will remove to the Pewter Pot, on North Woodside Road, just up from Kelvinbridge, to continue your drinking in closer proximity to The Winchester Club (yes, I confess, this is a ploy to get attendance figures up, ahem). From 9pm, the Woodside Social Club, just along the road from the Pewter Pot, hosts our fine night of bands and dancing. Be there or be square, darlings. Smut, check. Wanton self-promotion, check. Content, er Juicy Lucy ps. I might possibly be able to offer a bed to members of the Edimbourgeoisie - email me if you want. Also, email me if you're not sure where the Tap is or if you're a scaredy cat and need my mobile number. *somebody else will have to organise this bit I expect to be running around with a frantic look in my eye brandishing electrical tape and lollipops at this point. ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: subject - that's very demanding, isn't it? why try and encapsulate a whole array of thoughts into one succinct sentence, when to do so will inevitably compromise the integrity of what you were trying to say??? i say, fuck and screw the subject fascists!
by ian 08 Oct '02

08 Oct '02

now i know how joan of arc felt. now i know how joan of arc felt. kind of hot around the arse and a little bit sweaty. damn those nylon knickers! hello, my dears. its been a funny old funny old, hasn't it? we have chickfactored, some of you have tigermilked, and some more of us have picnicked (a big HRAY and thanks to those of you who turned up to saint james's park on a sunny september day. i won't report back. the joy was just in being there, it won't carry over into print). so far, i have yet to read a report of the chickfactor ball. i might attempt one at the end of the mail. (note added later on: for those of you who are going to read this for a review, don't bother, i didn't write one. sorry, n all that. perhaps you could read it anyway, if you feel that way inclined. you might learn something. then again you might not but HEY the world is full of fucking risks, okay, you don't take risks, you don't LIVE...) ------ err...where was i? oh yes: these dark nights encourage introspection. the window pane throws up an artificially illuminated me. suddenly, i stand between myself and the outside world, seeing myself translucent, and spectral, surrounded by the softness of night. there's a strange sort of magic there. in the window pane, and behind it, in the darkness. is it that i believe i could lose myself in the night? wander out into it, sink into it, feel the comforting absence and obliterate everything but the air flowing in and out, in and out..? maybe. but, as the buddha might have said: 'cut the sentimental claptrap, anscombe, its fucking boring' this is what i'm doing tonight - i'm staring out of the window at a flickering silhouette. a nun, raising a hammer and letting it fall- an image thrown by candlelight onto a frosted glass window, a woman at work. a work in construction. i wish i knew what she was doing.. that fucking nun is up to something.... i came across her a few weeks ago, and i told her she could live in my shed. from what i could tell, she's hiding from someone, possibly the police, possibly some mutant nuns. she did try to tell me, but i was watching 'brum boys bounce best' at the time and i wasn't really listening. i remember it involving lemonfresh toilet duck and some dodgy bodily positions but that's not my sort of thing. leave that to the likes of archel playforth. occasionally, the light of the flame catches the nun's silhouette and throws it into colour. if i squint, i can discern the navy of her habit; the glow of a cigarette; the glittering of a disco ball. yeah, she's got a disco ball. or so i suspect. i haven't seen it. she won't let me into the shed. i've tried to point out that it belongs to me, but this doesn't seem to make any difference. says my essence will 'pollute the aura of tranquility and the spirit of diligence that fills this once unholy cesspit' i think she found that severed head under the floor. i DID try and explain that.. anyway. i've asked sister janice (that's her name. a stupid name, if you ask me, but the only time i pointed this out she threatened me with a chainsaw) what she's up to. i was DEAD subtle and everything... me: 'hi. i'm just bringing you a cup of tea, and looking at my garden. i'm not trying to look through the windows, or spy on you, and i'm CERTAINLY not going to run at you when you aren't expecting it, and try and knock you out of the way. are you having a nice day?' sister janice slejj: 'yes. thank you. i'm not very busy. not doing much. not building anything. definitely not building a space-rocket, or anything like that. i'm just being a nun. a quiet little nun. with no plans to raid your house for components when you aren't there, because that would be dishonest. and i'm not. dishonest, that is. i'm not dishonest.' she's a fucking sly one, that one. i have no idea what she's up to. i tried to run at her when she wasn't expecting it, and knock her out of the way, but she seemed to have guessed my Clever Trick (i wonder if she has been reading my 'Ian Book Of Clever Tricks'? dammit, that was the BEST ONE!). and when i recovered from the blow to the head, she was back inside, doing whatever she is doing. ------------- usually, i'd find other things to interest me, but my jeff stryker dildo appears to have gone missing. a lot of things have lately. sister janice says she suspects i have Very Big Mice, and that i should leave a block of the finest jarlsberg outside my house every morning, to tempt them away. weird. every morning the jarlsberg is gone, but still the mice steal things. i haven't seen one yet, but i'm pretty sure they're there. watching me. perhaps i should tell you about other things. okay, here's a brief synopsis: 1. i have drafted a letter to the polyphonic spree. i have told them i am excellent at playing the maracas, and would welcome the chance to travel continents in a white robe, singing to all and sundry. i am sure they will write back soon and invite me to join 2. i have been completing the rough copy of my book: 'evil space-aliens are watching us, and they plan to suck our brains out with their nasty sucky sucky ooh nasty brain sucky tentacles'. one should keep titles short, and to the point. see how i do it? some of you could learn.. 3. i have come to the conclusion that belle and sebastian may not actually exist, and that they're a Clever Trick (a Clever Trick NOT in the 'Ian Book Of Clever Tricks', which makes it a Very Clever Trick Indeed), an illusion manufactured by certain members of this list who work for the brain sucky nasty ooh sucky sucky aliens to get together certain intelligent, articulate members of the species and use their powers for evil purposes. more of this in later messages. it may be dangerous to let them know i suspect them at this point.. and one should be very certain before throwing accusations, or resorting to violence 4. i have sent archel playforth a letter bomb, as she is clearly an Agent Of Destruction working for... well.... best not to say, just yet. oh, and i went to the chickfactor ball. but perhaps the review should wait. it doesn't want to be here, not tonight. its happy to stay in the back of my head for a while longer. take care. the truth is out there. but probably not where you're looking. xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Songs for idiots (round 7)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 08 Oct '02

08 Oct '02

(Previously, on Belle and Sebastian on the Weakest link...) <Anne> Voting over, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! <Orchestra> DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM <Stuart> Isobel <Richard> Stuart <Bob> Richard <Isobel> Richard <Orchestra> DUM! <Anne> Stuart, let me guess, you need someone to take some joy in something you do? <Stuart> Aye, and she needs a man who's either rich or losing a screw! <Anne> Isobel! <Isobel> Yes anne. <Anne> Why Richard? <Isobel> Well I think someone here's already lost a screw, so I don't really need Rich anymore. <Anne> Okay Richard, they don't need you anymore, and with two votes you ARE the weakest link GOODBYE! * Richard does the catwalk of shame (..Inside interview room) <Richard> I'm a wee bit pissed off about being voted out when I'm so close to winning the money, to change my mood a little I'm going to be posing down the pub, I'll be seeing my reflection and I'll be looking slightly rough, and by the time I'm sober I'll have forgotten what I've had, and everybody'll tell me that it's cool to be a cat oh yeah cooool for cattss.... (..Back to studio) <Anne> And on to round seven, you have now got £350 in your kitty out of the possible £6000, we're down to 3 and we're going to take 10 more seconds off the clock we'll start with the strongest link from the last round, and that's Bob. Let's PLAY.. the WEAKESTLINK! <Orchestra> DUM DUM DUM DUM... <Anne> Start the clock <Orchestra> DUM DUM! <Anne> Bob, Michael D Hurley is the mayor of which city in Maine, USA? <Bob> Belfast! <Anne> Correct! Isobel, Richard Richard and Edward Hitler were two characters in a Comedy Show called what? <Isobel> Er.. um.. The Twee Rabbit Fun Show! <Anne> No the correct answer is Bottom. Bob, famous photographer Bob Webzell has a photo entitled the what bike? <Bob> Belfast! <Anne> Correct! Isobel, according to one of the slogans of the hit TV series X-files, the Truth is where? <Isobel> I know! The truth awaits me, but still I hesisitate because of fear! <Anne> No, the Answer is The Truth is Out There. Stuart, in business, the term used to describe procedures within a firm that enforced the non-disclosure of information between departments in a firm, typically to prevent illegal use of insider information is what? <Stuart> Not telling ya. <Anne> No, the answer is Chinese Wall. Bob.. <Orchestra> DUM... DUM... DUM DUM! <Anne> The time is up, and after voting off six SUPPOSEDLY weaker links, you have managed to bank absolutely nothing. In the next round whatever money you bank will be trebbled and added to your total, so there's potentially £3000 up for grabs. Who's going to help you bank this money, who's going to leave with nothing? Have the COURAGE to VOTE OFF, the WEAKEST LINK! <Jon Briggs> Bob was once again the strongest link, Isobel was the weakest link, but in this critical stage of the game who is going to get the votes? <Anne> Voting over, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! <Orchestra> DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM --- (..to be continued) Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.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: HB's + small paragraph.
by Nathan Reader 08 Oct '02

08 Oct '02

Hi All, Just a quick note to inform you of another couple of birthdays to write in your diary: 1/ My Sister, Clare. (Yesterday (7th October)) 2/ A friend of mine, Alex. (Yesterday (7th October)) 3/ One of the best singer/songwriters EVER!!, Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead, if you are unfortunate enough not to know who he is). (Yesterday (7th October). Well, there you have it. If any of you get bored, just fly to Australia, and then come to Adelaide, and then come to the suberb Medindie. I'm sure Mum will let you stay for a while. Read you around. Nathan Rupert. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Faith Hill - Exclusive Performances, Videos & More http://faith.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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