February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: Stupid Admission.com (Montreal B&S Show)
by Genevieve Wesley 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

Sorry to overwhelm this list with tickets/concert questions, but this might be some useful information. Yesterday when I searched for Belle & Sebastian at Admission it came up. Today, it disappeared. I call them, they ask if this is about Dave Matthews, because they are getting a lot of calls from stricken Dave Matthews fans. Hours later my friend finally got through, the system was down apparently, so that 'Belle and Sebastian' would not come up unless the operator had some code or something. Your best bet is to phone the Montreal number:(514)790-1245. http://www.admission.com/html/infos.htmI?C=&l=EN I never had this ticket rush experience, it's very nerve wracking! Since I had to work all day I had my youngest brother on the computer doing my work for me. Poor thing, I had him scared to death. Good Luck, Genevieve _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: In your head the world's gone to the fair
by Alasdair Cook 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Friends, Gillanders = arsenic and old lace. When is a jibe not a jibe? Thank goodness he's off to Borneo, or some such place. Perhaps he will be accosted by monkeys. If Vanessa is correct, I should be stepping into a jumpsuit about now. Jumping into a Stepssuit? Of course not. One cannot bring back the dead. There's a tear in CB's starry eyes. Jumping out of an aeroplane, the rumours say. Thankfully, it's not true. That's not me. There are so many other namesakes. David Gorman will tell you, if you're kind enough to ask. I knew a David Gorman once. Like the man with no cigarettes says Gotta cadge 'em all. At the behest of The Sinister Girls, I have been reading 'The Sopranos', Alan Warner, 1997? Like Mr Data in that final, special episode, 'A CLEVER man'. In any time period. Understanding the point of being alone and together. It is happening right now. It all came together in the end. I was quietly pleased. I heard Mark Cassarotto fell in the sea. Compassion is so hard to come by these days. None from me. Just laughter, mainly. Like so many times before, wished I'd been there. My lesson for the day is Light fingers, heavy heart. There's no need to think about it. Clever? Non. In front of me lies 'Dubliners', James Joyce, 1914. Yet to begin. At all. And so... I go back, scan points 1-10 of THAT manifesto. 'Don't read him'. 'Read him'. Objects. Ebb and flow. The simple things. All we need. All we were. All we are. Banter. I'm excited in anticipation. I may be left cold, of course. These thing happen. Shrove Tuesday! Mardi Gras! Came and, well, went. I demanded a pancake party, but it wasn't really feasible, I'm afraid. Still, I should learn to make them. How hard can it be? Cooking would be easy, I think, if only I knew how. Like so many things. Not like other things. Maple. Banana. Cream. Lemon. Indulgence. 'And now I'm loading wool down at the wharf'. This line just popped into my head, I thought I should write it down. It's evocative, in some way. That whole song, infact. I haven't listened to it in a while. That guitar solo, like crackling, static, electric and then gone. What I have been listening to, more so at the moment, is Merritt. Terrific. Absolutely. Terrific. Mostly. Highway moon eyes stars railtracks. I felt I had to write something, if only to call in all those bluffs. Bob Holness would be proud. And I'm going to London tomorrow! I'm very excited by this, almost as excited as at the prospect of going to see Lloyd! in 2 weeks! Tomorrow will see some old stars of the eighties shine and some new stars of the nineties burn. Gasoline. Cracking. I should pack. Hit the road. Before it hits me. Night. You're my bunny Valentine. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________ 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: I don't want someone special; I just want someone
by Laura Llew 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

This is dedicated to that Greek girl named Zoe who brought to Sinister her stricken tales of woe of all the loneliness on this list she has felt with the sucky geography hand she's been dealt. Of course, I don't share this opinion of chagrin Nor do I have trouble keeping my feelings in Here, you might end up with your dream or an aged wife But when I consider myself and my life I just can't help but think that without a doubt there's no fence high enough to keep you damn phreaks out. And I wonder why I haven't been appointed Sinister's poet laureate yet! Y'all know you love me! (or at least you say you will after you realize what I can do with incriminating pictures of you with that joystick.) I remember the last post I read from Peter Miller mentioned that he might be leaving the list. This was an OBVIOUS desperate plea to me since the last time he left I wrote an ode to him which I'm sure brought tears to many an eye. Oh Petre darling there's no need to resort to such antics. Why I'm full of it (erh poetry) for you anytime! Want to hear something weird? The hair on your back looks like Walter Brimmley's beard Too bad it's not on your head Enough said. We could even do a compilation especially for you, my little pigsnie. I've always been fond of the idea of collecting them in a deluxe, leather-bound, limited edition. Maybe an audiotaped version where you get a famous actor to read it, like Charlton Heston, or Tim Curry or Rich Little doing an impression of Tattoo from Fantasy Island.... Thinking of books (and when am I not?), there has been lots of talk about Perks Of Being A Wallflower on the list. Of those of you familiar with both, am I the only one who thinks Camera Obscura's 80s Fan is the perfect companion song to the book? The more I think about it the more I think that I'm absolutely love the idea. I was going to think of more companion songs but the next song that came on the mix was Ladytron's Playgirl and the last thing I needed to ponder over was what fit the lyric "sleep your way out of your hometown." Though as long as it isn't my diary, I suppose I'm not too worried. Along the lines of dark witty teen novels, I highly recommend The Basic Eight. I've heard that after ticketmaster charges that the price for NYC tickets came up to $37. Now before I get a ton of "there's eight people in the band" and "they're playing bigger venues now" as reasons for the cost, spare me. It's not that I don't understand WHY they're that much it's just that I don't know if they're worth it to me. I'm going to the Atlanta show and I'm going to be in NYC on May 5th so I still might go to both though I'm undecided. For that atlanta show, perhaps there could be a southern sinister picnic. I would certainly hope that it'd involve a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon and quoting of David Lynch ("Heineken? Fuck that foreign shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!!") Of course, that's just melding what I know of the the only two southern listees that I know in real life (one of them being me). Ok, I'm off to clean as I have a houseguest coming to see me. Thankfully, we're going to go on a roadtrip up north (as they've never been to the northeast US) so they won't have time to realize that I only shoved everything into the closet or under the bed. However, I don't know about these people. I mean to actually spend money to fly out here to see me - without any pretenses of coming here for any other reason. I don't know if I'm more concerned about them & their mental health or me for being friends with people like that. I haven't seen her in two years and I'm worried we won't get along, or we won't have anything to talk about, or I'll have trouble disposing of her body by myself. All of the usual concerns one has with visitors, I suppose. Forever yours, (or till supplies last) Laura 'meeting all of your Laura Llew needs since 1977' PS - Happy Birthday (it's tomorrow!) Shouts out to my best friend, Maddie, who I talk about you 24/7. Mwah! PPS - Random Lip Boy: the husband ran off with the car and the money. I have something to send you (not the french chambermaid - he ran off with her too) but don't know if I have the right address to send it to. Help! _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Let's Chic-a-go bowling! (applies to Chicago-area listees)
by Jennifer Phillips-Bacher 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Apologies in advance for the limited scope of this post, but I must spread the word about tomorrow's first Sini-Bowl Chicago. It would be grand if all the Chicago (and surrounding areas, let us not forget!) sinisterians would join me for bowling tomorrow. The details are as follows: Where? Diversey Rock-n-Bowl (2211 W. Diversey, a few blocks east of Western) When? 4pm, Sunday Feb. 17 How will we know each other? I'll be wearing a yellow Camera Obscura tshirt. And drinking a beer out of a bowling pin bottle. Why dontcha r.s.v.p. me so I can figure out whether I should make reservations for lanes, alright? Total! Jenn P-B _________________________________________________________________ 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: soap just about sums it up (and infinite monkey theories)
by Tom Pettinger 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Aaaghh! Fire! Is what we were not screaming when the fire alarm went off and Offbeat had to be evacuated for a wee while last night. And it was suspiciously soon after "Panic" had been on, ahem... "Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ..." Yup, after the first part seemed to come true Chris and Gill (the DJs) were looking suitably worried... Anyway, to unruffle the rankled, extra sweets were given out. There were not so many left, though, because I saw the friendly doorman cunningly sneak a few from the box. They were cherry lips, by the way. But Haribo ones (or Jaribo, as they say in Norway)*, not the ones famously known as "soap lips" etc, funnily enough due to the fact that they absolutely taste of nothing but soap. I mean, it's not like some people taste them and think, "No, I don't know where you're getting soap from, I think it's cherry" or "Not soap, maybe parma violets..." Everyone without fail says, "Eugh, soap!". Or in my case, "Mmm, soap. Imperial Leather? Pear? Lanolin-free?" Saw two people looking sinister, one of whom made me extremely jealous with their B&S concert and B&S meeting stories. (Hey, you know who you are!) The other I presume has finished exams, hope they went well! I had an exam yesterday too, I really don't know how it went but I decided that I would go to offbeat and forget about it. After all, there is so little difference between celebrating ones success and drowning ones sorrows... Oh, I got the next nine highly collectable "A-Z of Indie" stickers to put in my priceless album. Soon it will be ready to take pride of place above the rows and rows of leather-bound lexicons surrounding my living space. It will be worth more than a solid platinum record on sarah, mark my words. Welcome Peter Madden, whose tickets for Brixton Academy arrived this morning. (!!!) Do remember though, Peter, that when utilising the copy and paste facility on your computer, if there is a mistake in the original sentence it will appear in every extra copy ;-) That's all. Now think I shall go and have a little of that vintage carbolic I've been saving. Soapily yours (and don't read anything into that, be-smutters of the list ;-)) Tom P.S. Did you know that newspaper cleans windows really well? It does you know. P.S.S.*this isn't true. Well, it could be, what I mean is I made it up and it is unlikely to be true. But at the moment there are an extra two parallel universes, one in which is true and the in which it is not, opening up a big ol' Schrodingers** cat type mess. I don't think you spell Schrodinger like that, actually. Well, you might, what I mean is I don't know... P.S.S. Someone once explained that theory to me, and only when I understood it did she finally tell me that Schrodinger promptly went and proved his own theory wrong. But she started to explain it like this..."Think of this: if you had twenty monkeys on an unbreakable piano with an infinite amount of time, surely at some point they would play Beethoven's 5th?" I don't think so. Intelligent as they are, monkeys always feel compelled to use tools. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: regarding the montreal show on may 7th
by sSqnkX 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

hi! is anyone from Ottawa planning on making the trip from Ottawa (or through Ottawa even) to montreal for the show? ...perhaps i could convince that person to allow a passenger....? :) or something... erf anyways, must work ===== - starchyldskunk/darkling/jason starchyldsqunq@AIM 22611969@ICQ starchyld@yiffnet|taps|furry darkling@undernet ling@efnet ... http://www.waste.org/~darkling http://www.waste.org/~darkling/procyon ~The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return. ______________________________________________________________________ Web-hosting solutions for home and business! http://website.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I understand if you don't read *this far* (calais will fuck you up!)
by DansonHatcher＠aol.com 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Oh I was creamy cracked cos all week I'd practically lived at work to make some holiday-pennies. was one of those weeks thats been shot on some sort of cinecamera, my world but in faint, washed out, flickery and rather quiet sunshine. the machine surrounding and the jobs not so hard, cos I'm driven by the ending. a little world to live in, becoming completely remote from the world out there, I cycled to work in a see-through plastic tube,underwater,on rails, sealed off from the outside world/scenery untill funds appear to leave the dreamy place and live it all in a less surreal place, Later on the sun shines in, brightly through T&K Engineering's huge thin glass sheet windows, conversations broken up and now lasting for days, bit by bit,snipets here and there, folding out over the week, the books in my bag are like big bulky and addictive, John Simpson entertains me at any breaks with his stories of Grand relics of the British empire and though my mind has been bombarded by a thousand tracks on a hundred CD's playing solid through my waking hours since the 3rd, I get suprisingly excited towards moments. was this place I change things again for myself, working towards a next big step, the money for that? or just a break in a far off place? Dan's Sierra crawls out of the gates, all you can see are the tailights like idling afterburners, readying for take off on to the lane of his choosing the glow dull's from the rocket engines as the tatty old workhorse pulls hard over cats eyes, burning oil. Ghia 2.3 3/4/84 ............................................................ That was a couple of weeks ago now and I know it was worth it. The reason for working was for my trip to Poland, Poland! Once I got to London I met up with Ben and Cay and got even more excited as we drank lots of lovely Tia Maria that evening. The next day on Thursday I got up and left a little late, I had to catch my bus at 1pm and be at Victoria for 12 to check in. I ran REALLY fast from Camden to Swiss Cottage up to Ben's to get stuff out the car then back again to Chalk Farm Tube, it was a bit like an Army endurance test, running round London carrying all my bags against the clock. Victoria bus station is really pretty for a bus station. "Passport please!" The fact that you have to "check in" was just adding to the effect of a BIG journey awaiting. Then the doors opened I tried to work out which bus was mine. There was an authorative looking girl standing next to the likely bus, "hello is this the bus to Wroclaw?" "You mean WROCLAW!!!!",her eyes narrowed and she seemed really insulted that I hadn't pronounced it right (like Vrotswharf) From London we got on the ferry at Dover and the now (in certain groups) famous phrase "What? so you have to go on the ferry to France?" went through my mind. Sadly the journey through France/Germany/Holland/Germany was only really obvious from the signs and factory banners alongside the road due to travelling at night, still very memorable mind. At about 6 in the morning we'd got to the Polish border and the Passports came out again. The change in landscape obviously didn't change straight away though the buildings and architecture did instantly, the huge mines and liftshafts dotted about over the countryside for miles around, they looked like those big four legged walking things off Star Wars. I suddenly felt a long long way from home and genuinely felt alone, it was very refreshing and that'll always be how I remember my first sight of Poland. We'd been on the road for at least 20 hours now. Roads lined with trees guided us though the hilly-Norfolk-like scenery. The harsh woman I met at Victoria had been like our rep on the bus and she said that we were now entering the suburbs of Wroclaw. I got my bags together and had a quick look round the town, what I found was TRAMS!!! cos the centre and alot of the roads surrounding are covered with rails, when not glazing longingly at hoards of Ladas and Trabants, most of my time was spent listening for bells and dragging bags as quick as poss over the rails and out of the knashing metal teeth of tram wheels, woo. But there was alot to see in that place, sadly the only thing I really had time to see was the town square. Even so that was quite something really, what at first appeared to be three or four buildings was infact all the same huge town hall that had been gradually added to over nearly three hundred years and each new extension brought with it the latest style of the time. so it's really very interesting and has these huge copper dragons heads looming down upon visitors from high off the roofs. Anyway I had to go to get my bus and try out my *Polish* At the bus station (Dworzec Autobusowy) I discovered that when I had got off the bus earlier I had been dropped off a fair way from the station, what I had missed. The main hall is a stark, gloomy exercise in uncompromising sixties architecture. Two dimly lit boards cover the right-hand wall, surrounded with noisy people trying to work out which of the many destinations they want to go, it's got a real atmosphere! All of what I just said about it being stark and gloomy is not in any way an insult, I loved it after being used to the sanitised and impersonal transport system that sweeps most of the UK. Well, thankfully the lady I asked at the information desk was very friendly and understanding when I asked her something along the lines of "bus Jelenia Gora where please?" She held up five fingers and pointed to the door. "hmmm whets that mean?, perhaps the bus was at stand five? or was it the number five bus? or was the bus coming at five?" I pushed the door open and there it was, BUS 5 at STAND 5, thankfully not arriving at five. Not long after leaving the town the mountains appeared in the near distance and we started to climb. My ears popped and I was really hungry now. And so we got to Jelenia Gora, I knew it wasn't long now till I'd see Maja and Ola so it felt like my journey was nearly at an end now. but nooooooo, of all the things to happen I dropped the contents of my wallet as I got my stuff of the bus and some little ******* ******* ************ picked up some of the change and a PHONECARD. I was a bit helpless as I had my hands full of bags and at the time I thought he'd just made off with the money. A few minutes later though everything went wrong when my phone gave in and wouldn't switch on. I wandered about for a bit trying Maja from the payphone though it was becoming obvious that I'd got the wrong number. I have to admit I was getting quite scared at the time, knowing that Maja and Ola were just a few miles away expecting a phone call from me, though because I was without means of getting in touch I may as well have been a hundred miles away and I was really not sure what to do. I got a cab to Szkarska Poreba and the only place I could think to ask was at the Police station, they were very helpful and pointed me towards the tourist office. The girl there spoke English and it turns out I did have the right number but being the silly nit-wit I am sometimes, I'd written the wrong code. What a wally eh! The girls arrived and all was well. I couldn't quite believe where I was, this is like the kind of place you see in holiday brochures that rest upon the coffee tables of the rich and famous, very beautiful. Well, I think Ola did a pretty good write up of the first weekend so I'll leave it as was. and of course the trip to Jelenia Gora was fab, there's a whole centre of the town that I'd not got to see when I got off the bus a few days previous, it was another of the sights I will always think of as Poland. I really was at home umong the faded magnificence and aged plaster facades. and of course of course there was Harry Potter. I was also rather upset that Ola had to leave at the weekend, so early in the week and that all the things we talked about had to be cut short for now. Ola was off on her train and Marcel(of Radiohead chat fame) arrived, he'd come from Holland and so had had a similar length journey as moi and was in a similar state of *Knackered*. We listened to music, lot's of Myslovitz, which I have to say is the best thing I've heard in quite a time now, BRILL! The week was kind of quiet, nice and reflective, and we visited all these interesting castles and the beautiful hills surrounding, tut tut I forgot my camera!! ................................................................... mmmmmmmmmm, wait a min I'm taking a large bite out of this butter flapjack thing. (Classy bird) Liz renamed me, so I feel I should live up to it. ....................................................................... and the (dolphin)pub down the road was visited a fair few times more which was lovely, one night we even managed to get them playing Pulp's Different Class. it was a *proper* pub! it was an eventful week, and I managed to make a mess of the last night, sorry. I was rather sad to be leaving Poland that Thursday and I said my bye byes to Maja, Sarah and Marcel, then watched them get further away as I sat on the bus at Jelenia Gora bus station. That bus took me as far as Wroclaw where I had an hour before my Londyn bus arrived. I sat again in the wonderful ticket hall, to my right were two soldiers perhaps discussing their future adventures and opposite were a couple in love,aww, they had the dim glow of the orange destination board behind them and it all looked very sweet. The row of doors had people flitting though them without break and the individual squeaks from each of them was just a combined undulating squeaky hum. After some confusion over weather I had to check in again, I was waiting for a time on Peron 5 before the bus arrived 45 worrying minutes late. I fell asleep and was very comfortable (compared to the outward journey) and I was everso pleased that I had two seats all to myself, we got to the German boarder a couple of hours later and I took my last (sad-eyes) look at the Polish prices before vowing to bring a bigger bag next time to contain my HUGE future stashes of cheap like a budgie stuff. Then we took like an hour or so to get though customs as the Germans went though like all the stuff we had. When they eventually decided we were kosher the journey floated past in a bit of a blur till on the FERRY! from Calais. We got to Dover and then I had big problems proving I was English, hummmmm, I see a pattern. Well that day was the only day I'm ever likely to feel disappointed about being in London but I was and I was missing the challenge of simply trying to communicate with people, talking "English" is too easy now and it all felt a bit like my adventure was over. I WAS wrong thankfully. Track and Field was as brill as ever and they played Your in a bad way, hey hey! and I now have photographic evidence (of many things). It reads like..... "If you attended and did anything silly/regretable then I've got it in pictures" Saturday. was the souperbrill Brighton event which I have little to say that has not already been said except thank-you Archel for some much needed Brighton guidance and of course the four star luxury that we all enjoyed during our stay that night, even if I did wake up with P***r C****r's feet in my face. Yes, it was really really good and I felt very relieved to have got there after someone mentioned that the pub toilet walls beared the warning "Calais will fuck you up", blimey. So highlights were,the pier,sinister dodgems(not long enough though eh),Baileys aplenty, perhaps the hat incident which I have to admit was SCARY, in that Ben,Peter,Ken and myself all managed to find ourselves in Marks & Spencers and then leave as the sinister hat masseeeve. I like my hat. mmmmmmmm oh yeah and the sea tried to eat Mark. I felt a bit tired and fell asleep in the car Sunday night. But it was a much need break from avin' it large and I wrote lot's of pages reflecting on the past week or so, sadly I missed Steve's Sussed :( Then I went to Oxford on the bus via most of the Underground. The endless city lights' gig was mega and if you missed it then..... well, I shan't rub it in. and now I'm *home* in rural Leicestershire. Thank-you's to everyone I met during the last couple of weeks, in particular the Volvo 850 T5 full of coppers near Bedford for not pulling me. If you've read this FAR you really are just such a STAR. James. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Montreal date
by Cathy Fan 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Forgive me if this has already been mentioned (I'm on the digest), but I just found this juicy bit on the official site: May 7th Montreal QC Metropolis *newly confirmed Internet pre-sale, Feb 16th, http://www.admission.com, noon EST For those looking for a direct link to the Toronto show, this link should work: https://ticketing.ticketmaster.com/cgi/purchasepage_ca.asp?event_id=1000344E D08AC575 There's lots of presales today (e.g. Dave Matthews Band), so be careful! Good luck, --Cathy. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Canadian B&S fans: Montreal Show
by Genevieve Wesley 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Hello, don't know how many of you are aware of this, but there is a Montreal show on May 7 and I think Tickets go on sale today at noon. http://www.admission.com/html/admission.htmI Is anyone offering rides from Montreal to Toronto? Email me if any of you plan to be going to multiple shows / meetups, etc. Lucas Antexit are you still on this list? Sorry this is so short and badly composed, but I am late for work (again). xoxo Genevieve _________________________________________________________________ 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: I have to see them. I have to.
by ILIVErug＠aol.com 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

I dont care if i have to sneak out alone and go all by myself into nyc. I will see belle and sebastian. im so pissed. im so pissed i dont have a credit card and my parents are too fucking parnoid to let me use theirs. so my friend said hes gonna get tickets. but im scared he wont. I HAVE TO SEE B&S! Ahhhhh! Why me! So i guess ill ramble here... none of you actually read this, do you? i havent written in awhile. i dont think i actually speak to anyone on here. i have aol, so you can im me at iliverug. i went into nyc today. ive been going about every weekend for the past two months. it sucks to go there with no money, specially when your friends are shopping. bah. i want to have a shopping spree at urban outfitters. soooo much crap i want. but now that we're financially unstable, but my parents arent up to admitting it. my dad just bitches how he has to pay two college tuitions, 3 kids car insurances, and bladiblah. why doesnt money grow on trees? yea, ill end there. byebye vicky +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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