November 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 18:15:44 +0100
by Elvira Pulido 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

hi all i've just heard on the radio a version of the Kylie Minogue 'can't get you out of my head' by... flaming lips. Odd. Very odd. love, elvira +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: smile
by anakin_sky＠gmx.net 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

hey manc sinister massive (probably not so massive), any of you going to the star & garter on saturday? would be nice to finally meet fellow listees... ruth? jo? anyone? see you soon, hopefully, anne. -- +++ GMX - Mail, Messaging & more http://www.gmx.net +++ NEU: Mit GMX ins Internet. Rund um die Uhr für 1 ct/ Min. surfen! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: it's a big prick, actually
by Mark Casarotto 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

Inspiration-struck in a Sinister post! This doesnt happen very often these days, which is why people like Lucy Alder and Peter Jones Miller need to keep posting links back to the good old days. Basically, the term Chris Leonard into the Sinister search engine will always produce the required results. As will Lucy Alder, for that matter. Peter Jones is taken as read. It occurred to me as I was washing up that one of the joys of sinister, and something that must take a lot of credit for it reaching its second half of its first decade, is how people actually feel able to be NICE to one another. Yes, we can be cloyingly twee and winsome at times (sometimes a bad thing, often not), but on the plus side it means that we also can say I think youre fab! to people we may or may not have met. This is pretty good, I think, and I wish more people in my life could get out of the macho, defensive, hard-nosed boiler suit into which theyve zipped themselves shut. Or at least let others (fetishists, presumably) in there with them. I gave blood this morning, and was disgusted with myself when the nurse told me it was my first time in three years. Free packet o' crisps though! Furthering the niceness tip, do many Sinisterines do this? They really should, especially you O negative types out there. Go on, its only a little prick (and how many times have you heard that before? Oh, my sides). It only remains for me to say that I seem to have knots in my (head) hair. What the fuck? Love and cholera, Mark xxx __________________________________________________ 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: richard @ smile birthday party
by Katrina House 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

Richard Colburn will be DJ'ing @ the Smile 9th Birthday party on Saturday 30th November 2002. As ever it'll be held @ The Star & Garter Fairfield St Piccadilly Manchester. Times are 10pm - 3am and admission is £3. They are not doing advance tickets this time but are advising people to get down early to avoid the disappointment of not getting in !! 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: la la la, happy bunny subject line
by laurel lemming 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

"we were more fey than a box full of pink bunnies." why do I have that sentence in my head? I've done Google searches and sinister searches, and still I can't find it. if anyone knows, please mail me. love, lem p.s. when I hear the line about "the Easter House" I think about a children's book in German I think I read once called "esterhazy" about a bunny, because I like the sound of it. p.p.s. bunnies have twitchy noses. -the end- __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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: but she walks with a limp.
by dagnyrae 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

i told richard i didn't know as whom i should post. i am still lost on that, and i feel old and out-of-practice, that sheep who strayed just far enough from the flock to be a member still, but not part of the whole. ya'll be hooked up now, and here i am, as hopeful as ever, i suppose, but with a thousand different identities and not one i can grasp. huh. looks like i'm to be me after all. *** i wrote a poem once about tiles on a bathroom floor. how, if you look at them long enough with an unfixed gaze, the grout lines between sort of dissolve. eyes playing tricks on the seer, i guess; at least it happens to me. i was in the same tiled bathroom tonight, the same one i wrote about, and i looked for a minute or two at the tiles, thinking how perhaps all life is like a tiled floor, small separate pieces held together in this great chalky mass of solidarity. and it looks new and even when freshly grouted; then, after a while, the grout wears away, the pieces look disjointed and some of them just fall away. i'd like to think the moments i have, though, are not uniformly shaped and spaced. though my grouted base is measurable and ending, my moments aren't, shall we say, communistic in nature. they are not all equal. but they are not all less important. *** when the boy got to my apartment last night i was searching my drawers for a pair of knee socks. argyle, to be sure. but the brown and orange didn't fit, for some odd reason, so i went with the gray and white, big, high-contrast diamonds curving around my calves -- i felt conspicuous. all the recent talk of patterned stockings has gotten me thinking about my unmentionables drawer: hot pink stockings, brown and black striped, two kinds of rainbow-striped knee socks, white, navy, gray, black lace and a multitude of faux-lacy flowers. cream-colored, which i wore when i met miss mandee may for the very first time (and subsequently smoked my very first dunhill). plain black, of course, pink and blue knee highs from the little girls' department and, for the very cold and crazy days, full argyle stockings. i may have a bit of a patterned problem. or at least a bit of a stocking problem. perhaps i am turning my tiles into various kinds of socks; some understated and, dare i say, typical, and most really bright, rather trendy and fairly expendable. maybe that's too generalized, though. maybe i just wish things could be as simple as socks or tiles, threads interweaving and little rows of even sqaures. *** i made a friend quiz a week ago. remember when we did those? yeah. i do. i made one again and sent it out to all my friends. the highest score was five out of ten. apparently my quiz was too hard, and people thought i liked my glasses more than my blue chuck taylors. question number two: how many boys have i dated (meaning: how many boys would say they have dated me)? question number three: ok, so with how many boys have i gone on dates? both multiple choice. i had to count out myself for number three. i got out my red editing pen and a note card and make tick marks as i counted off the names in my head. twenty-one. now twenty-two, i guess, and that reminds me of a good life song. i kind of miss those twenty-one dates, when i woke up the morning of and picked out a skirt and a pair of cream-colored tights. is it bad to say i kind of miss the dates in january? i kind of miss chicago in may, too. does that mean i miss my old life? or is there a difference between then and now? between all the twenty-one and the new number twenty-two? or is it all just the same after all, the same tiles in the same floor, the same size and shape and color, just in a different spot with an exact measurement and boundary. maybe i am not a thousand names. maybe i am just one. well. fuck. nevermind. *rae (thanking fuck for the end and ken.) __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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: A patterned-stockinged Dream
by Saint Peter 18 Nov '02

18 Nov '02

Has it been so long? So long in your terms, that is.... In the Great Stretch Of Eternity it registers, quite literally, as nothing. I'm sorry. I should introduce myself. My Name is Saint Peter. I am an Angel Of The Lord And Divine Emissary. And I'm a very busy man. A very busy man. There's so much to do these days. Hardly a day goes by without Some bunch of aggrieved new arrivals showing up at the Gates of Heaven. There's a lot of talk of revenge...most of them talk of revenge...revenge revenge revenge... I don't mind telling you, it gets fucking boring after a while. It wasn't cool when the medievals did it and it isn't cool when you lot do it now. Anyway.. I digress. And I shouldn't digress. I'm a very busy man. Except I'm not actually a man.. not technically.. but don't let that bother you. It is too hard to explain. And I shouldn't digress. I'm a very busy.... yes, very busy. I spoke to you once before. I was on your Earth for a brief period, and I had a quest. I had spent too long away from Heaven, and I had been dreaming. Angels don't dream. And they certainly don't dream of love.... not The Love the dead poets talk of, and sweet buggery christ there's a lot of them round here. I used to see them coming, and cross the road to avoid them. A fucking pretentious bunch, most of them, always quoting themselves and offering that as truth. I tell them I've seen The Truth and it would scare the shit out of them, but most of them just laugh. Anyway, one day I got stuck in a lift with Sylvia Plath. The last person you want to get stuck in a lift with, frankly. She was top of my list of people to avoid, along with Barbara Cartland. Always running up to men and accusing them of being Nazis.. and there was a terrible hubbub when her husband turned up here a few years back. In the end, he got so fed up he re-incarnated. A thought-fox, from what I remember. But I digress, and I shouldn't digress. Stuck in a lift with Sylvia Plath. She stands in the corner, rambling to herself, after attention as always. She still hasn't realised that the point of heaven is that everyone has time for everyone else, and you'll get all the attention you need in the course of eternity. I don't think she'll realise that for a while, trapped in herself. Anyway, I'm staring at the ceiling, staring at the nymphs playing water-cello in the corner, staring at the satyrs fucking on the chaise-longue, looking at ANYTHING but this bird standing next to me, muttering to herself about bees. If I'd had a penis, I'd have taken it out and waved it at her. Jim Morrison tells me that usually keeps people away. Sadly, that isn't an option. Eventually, she walks right on over, looks me directly in the face and out it comes. She delivers it slowly, and she ennunciates every syllable. Poets do. Most of 'em. 'cept the ones that are too stoned to talk: 'The box is only temporary' she says. I smile, and thank her, and stare at the ceiling a little more.... but she's said something... she's started my brain. And I don't like it when that happens. I'm too busy to have my brain started. I've go things to do.. There's a big party from Iraq expected at any moment...dazed, confused civilians with no idea what has happened. It'll take some explaining... but its too late... around and around...buzzing in my head... the box is only temporary...the box is only temporary... And I remember...I remember what I'd forgotten. It all comes back. A face on a screen... a picture of Her. The woman I have dreamt of.. us me and her running through fields of opium, her patterned stockings cast aside, flying high into skies that will never darken whilst we remain underneath, blissful loving Fuck, spend too long around the likes of Percy Shelley and you too will start spouting shite.... And not just because of the syphillis.. Isobel Campbell.. whilst on Earth, I had searched for her. Birmingham, Coventry, Cambridge...three of the four corners of the world. I resolved to take another unpaid, unofficial leave. The Big Guy doesn't really give us leave...just tells us that working here should be pleasure enough in itself. Easy for him to say. Spends all day sitting under trees with The Buddha, throwing stones at passing children. But, I'm leaving....and I'm coming back to Earth to find her...and this time I'm going to plan it properly.. The last clue I had...an address in Cambridge. I had turned up to meet her and I got caught on some CCTV camera. The Big J saw me and called me back....said I'd let him down three times before, and if I didn't want my job I could fuck off, there are always vacancies in...other places...he told me, and we both knew what he meant.. I was in Cambridge. I think I found her.. Administration and Support in the Department of Applied Economics > >>Isobel Campbell-Stewart Librarian Bella.Campbell-Stewart(a)econ.cam.ac.uk I still don't know what a Stewart Librarian is. Time to find out. I shall choose a pleasing coutenance... something classic but not classical, something suave but not too sophisticated.. Gregory Peck, circa 'Spellbound'... but somehow a little more...twee... and I shall wear corduroy. And I shall meet her. The librarian. The singer. The cellist Isobel my darling my love. xx Saint P +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Diary of a failure.
by Retro^Sec 16 Nov '02

16 Nov '02

well i failed my test again today. I turned the air inside the car blue with my bad language, and i was shaking and sweating with nerves. I fucking hate tests. One thing, when we were at school, doing written exams. You could go back and check if you'd done alright. But I've always hated practicals. Oral exams in German and later, Norwegian. Practical exam in chemistry. And then the dance exams I had. I've probably failed most practical exams I've sat. It was my own fault though, and the examiner was a pretty fair bloke, so I'm not going to blame him in some conspiracy theory paranoia. I failed FIVE BLOODY FUCKING FEET from the test centre as I returned. I thought I'd failed earlier, but he'd been good about that apparently. I thought I'd hit the kerb/ He said I'd brushed it. He said there were different degrees of hitting a kerb, and had taken my side on that. But I couldn't really hear what he was saying. I was just thinking "Shit. Thats another £50 I'll have to fork out to get my license". I've spent well over £200 on tests alone. No idea what the lessons have cost me. I could have bought a car probably, for the total value. Or a plane. Yeah. Learn to fly, girl, learn to fly. At least then you won't get caught up in traffic jams. I'm not as gutted as I was last time. I think I just went back to bed last time, and lay in bed, hating everyone. All my friends being supportive. All the people asking how I did. All the people wishing me luck. Because by failing, I knew I'd be asked, and have to sit through the same conversations a million times before the weekend was out. I knew exactly what people would say. This time, I think they know. Cos they know what I'm like when I fail. Its a case of "leave me alone." So I didn't spend the day in bed. Well, not all of it. My disappointment isn't as bad as it was last time. Although - AND THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC - i was watching new nutrigrain advert, and it had this woman washing her car and then it started to rain and shes thinking "typical". And I felt a bit sad - I want a car to wash*. right well. there you go. Stop wishing me luck those of you that do. You're bloody jinxing me with your bad luck ways. love idles * A car of my own, I am not offering myself for car washing. A car I can own, drive, and curse when it does things wrong and costs me a fortune to get fixed. Maybe by the time I pass they'll have an even newer model of the little hot clio I want. ===== <a href="http://retrosec.blogspot.com/">http://retrosec.blogspot.com/</a> thoughts __________________________________________________ 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: Diary of a failure.
by Retro^Sec 16 Nov '02

16 Nov '02

well i failed my test again today. I turned the air inside the car blue with my bad language, and i was shaking and sweating with nerves. I fucking hate tests. One thing, when we were at school, doing written exams. You could go back and check if you'd done alright. But I've always hated practicals. Oral exams in German and later, Norwegian. Practical exam in chemistry. And then the dance exams I had. I've probably failed most practical exams I've sat. It was my own fault though, and the examiner was a pretty fair bloke, so I'm not going to blame him in some conspiracy theory paranoia. I failed FIVE BLOODY FUCKING FEET from the test centre as I returned. I thought I'd failed earlier, but he'd been good about that apparently. I thought I'd hit the kerb/ He said I'd brushed it. He said there were different degrees of hitting a kerb, and had taken my side on that. But I couldn't really hear what he was saying. I was just thinking "Shit. Thats another £50 I'll have to fork out to get my license". I've spent well over £200 on tests alone. No idea what the lessons have cost me. I could have bought a car probably, for the total value. Or a plane. Yeah. Learn to fly, girl, learn to fly. At least then you won't get caught up in traffic jams. I'm not as gutted as I was last time. I think I just went back to bed last time, and lay in bed, hating everyone. All my friends being supportive. All the people asking how I did. All the people wishing me luck. Because by failing, I knew I'd be asked, and have to sit through the same conversations a million times before the weekend was out. I knew exactly what people would say. This time, I think they know. Cos they know what I'm like when I fail. Its a case of "leave me alone." So I didn't spend the day in bed. Well, not all of it. My disappointment isn't as bad as it was last time. Although - AND THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC - i was watching new nutrigrain advert, and it had this woman washing her car and then it started to rain and shes thinking "typical". And I felt a bit sad - I want a car to wash*. right well. there you go. Stop wishing me luck those of you that do. You're bloody jinxing me with your bad luck ways. love idles * A car of my own, I am not offering myself for car washing. A car I can own, drive, and curse when it does things wrong and costs me a fortune to get fixed. Maybe by the time I pass they'll have an even newer model of the little hot clio I want. ===== <a href="http://retrosec.blogspot.com/">http://retrosec.blogspot.com/</a> thoughts __________________________________________________ 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: (at least thats what we say we are doing)
by Peter Crick 15 Nov '02

15 Nov '02

Like all the best days, today began with a barrage of bad jokes, of course I've already forgotten these and will probably be amused by them again next week, but thats not really the point. So, back to today, which is quite possibly the point of this post. Not sure though. I'm sure I had a really good reason for writing this when I started, must have lost it along with all those bad jokes. I heard about a man who lost the ability to remember anything for more than about ten minutes the other day, some sort of fencing accident. But again we wander from the point. But is it a we? I think that might be closer to the point of this. Lonliness, lonely times we're spending (or I'm spending anyway). Something about the imaginary partner idea grabbed me, only problem is, my imaginary girlfriend dumped me, must say something very bad about me. The question really is who is she anyway? Not sure how to work that one out, thinking about it doesn't seem to help much, perhaps it'll come to me in a dream or something, hopefully not about horses. Still, I'm always looking for the Sun to shine, perhaps it will one of these days, although I can't see whats different about tomorrow or any other day. Lonely man seeks company, he's really not that boring once you get to know him. Perhaps this is just a modern rock song (sorry I've been listening to that song a lot recently and felt it deserved some place here). Perhaps everything will sort itself out nicely and everything will be good, and the world will be at peace and stuff. Talking of peace, I thought it was nice of the firefighters to cause one third of the British fleet to go temporarily out of action. Perhaps we can get some more strikes to allow the armed forces to participate in this non-war activity. But then again perhaps not. Think I've rambled on enough now, but don't despair, can't think of an ending to that sentance. Oh well, whatever, nevermind. sinkingpie __________________________________________________ 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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