April 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: your booty don't stop
by Sarah Garrett Sonner 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

Criminy! It's been ages. Gumption and chattiness take time to accrue and intersect and lately I'm all action and no talk, especially should the action be participation in sporting events, be they bowling, ice dancing, ice staggering, footie watching and subsequent drunken stumbling. So hello again. Suggestion for enjoyment of this post: imagine I'm cute and wearing fishnets and hotpants. This Easter finds the resurrection of... HEADINGS my favorite postal affectation. Chris Jones used them, and Chris, if you bring scissors to the pre-Brixton picnic I'll give you a haircut--I'm good at cutting all hair except my own, which is why I haven't had a haircut since the regrettable wannabe Gregory's Girl forced bob of nearly two years ago. Egads! It's time for a trim. REPORTING BACK, WAY BACK Beans just DJed recently. Did anyone go and revel in the funk? Miss JennPB and I had so much fun dancing to his Funky Four Corners set at New Year's that we were sure our arches fell, and we were dead happy about it. We managed to hobble down Sauchiehall street towards our hotel along the frozen streets, skirting the kilted men airing their parts in the cold, squabbling couples, slick spots and strappily-attired ladies. I carried a priceless Polaroid in my pocket of Jenn and I posed with some newsboys, taken earlier that evening upon their mistaking us for Chloe Sevigny and Tara Palmer-whatever. That evening we also ate the world's best curry courtesy of the Wee Curry Shop of Buccleuch street, then spotted palely colored popstars at the other 13th note and contained our over-excitement with beer and the finest table football this side of the mid-Atlantic ridge. CONTEMPLATIVE BIT There was something about finally visiting the city of origin of a band that's occupied my "favorite" categories for so long that made things fall into place somehow. I suppose it's much along the lines of the reasons literary tourism can make sense--to see the same things, physically occupy the same space as that of an artist whose work affected you far away in space and time. Half pilgrimage, half exploration. Only more interesting and less intellectual than I am making it sound here...it was sunny the day we climbed the necropolis, tipped into the category of amazing for its view of the city--the dead and their monuments ranged like an audience for the river valley and mountain ridge with its delicate single line of fog-blurred trees in the distance. So many cities place their dead in out-of-the-way locations, not occupying real estate with prime southern exposure. Next to this, a very shiny industrial structure bloomed--the kind of thing that seemed as if it was made entirely out of stainless steel, as if toast or coffee would come out of it, not fumes or flame. MORE CITY NOTES Jeremy mentioned a quest for green space near Covent Garden. Handy tip: there's a small park hardly anyone seems to notice, right opposite the entrance to Temple tube but raised from the Embankment and I forget what it's called. Though it's about ten minutes' walk away from Covent Garden, every time I go in there to sit with the stark rosebushes and kill time before my classes start, no one is in there. I recommend it if you're around there and looking for a parkish place. REPORTING NOT SO WAY BACK The sparkly Rachel F and I wore suitably textured tights for the occasion of Tigermilking. Though it took awhile for everyone, apart from a few impressive pioneers, to work up to dancing (and though I'm guilty as well, kids, we all know if you can't get it up you may as well stay at home). The smut quotient was raised to an acceptable level thanks to Ken's interpretive dance to concepts like "arab strap," "best sex she ever had," and "famous for showing her chest." Though I recall he had some help on the last one. I embarrassed myself by saying incoherent things to several people I'd never met before, and was recognized by a lad I'd met at the same event a whopping two years ago, which impressed me greatly. DID THE GROPING IN A COWBOY HAT Archel reported on the Pow!erful Indieness of last Sunday, during which time Marianna and I separately attracted the attentions of at least one other friendly Camera Obscura spectator. Hoo boy, that was a tightly packed room. It was good to see the band play again and admire their stylin' footwear and fashion sense besides the tunes. YOUR FOOTY DON'T STOP It was quite educational to see the fitba Battle of the Lists. I think our side yelled more at/to each other, which might have served the same purpose as the Japanese martial arts "kiai," allowing for expression and thus further utilization of the youth and speed advantage for the thorough trouncing dealt to the opposition. Some nice ladies named Rachel, Rachel, and Dimitra gave me liquor, then the deceleration of the day found me centripetally drawn in to a discussion of literary matters and debate of the true meaning of "jangle". I would have been a voice of ignorance but for the fact that I am quiet in the first place and thus my ignorance can (and should) remain an aspect of my mystery. RUCKUS Lo many long seasons ago, another Jones, this one a Mike, posited: >>i laughed rather hard when i read the suggestion of "yo! belle and sebastian" for the new LP...perhaps belle will change her name to "the IZA" and struan will be "ol crusty wanker" from now on. oh, i cannot wait. >> [I can't get the right link copied to this, but you too can type in "crusty wanker" in the search engine and hey presto!] I believe that the new song titles bring this closer than ever to being a reality. I bet titles like Enter the twee (Glasgow style), B&S clan ain't nothin ta f' wit, Da Mystery of Celloplayin', etc. could be around the corner. Okay I'll stop right there. I recall mention of the method of composition of these songs, that they were directly influenced by the band's viewing of the movie in progress and then composing according to the movie, and so I assume a certain uh...removal? Someone tell me how incorrect I am. ASSESSMENT --->attempted to flirt --->used headings --->cursed --->mentioned Ken Chu If you have been affected by any of the issues raised in this post, please feel free to contact the SGS Action Line at the address above. Look out Brixton! Yours with spring-like girlish glee, SGS PS When's the next London bowl-a-thon? It's time I got up the guts to challenge Ken's DDR supremacy, since I can't surpass his bowling style or prowess. 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Sinister: Edin last night, by lorna
by Sillylorna＠aol.com 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

Hi Peeeps. Last night was soo much fun, I was at the front, on the bar along with the "dundee posse" (copyright gordon) lol we had nice views, I like chris best, cause he's nice, and he smiled at me, which was nice too! hmm.. what else.. Oh yeh the picernic, Paul and I met loadsa peeps at the station, although i have no idea who most of you were, ones i can mention are, will, gordon, rachel, dimitra, jeremy, and sweetie! Upon reaching the pub we got slightly peckish and set out to find KFC. we got lost, So ended up back at the station eating BK, which was nice. On sunday rachel sunnyset had a partyyyy which was good fun cause i met some peeps and had a ball (archeology included) we had some nice potatoes and chicken too, which resembled a ballerina, cause it was pretty with oranges and stuff. stuart spoke to me during the concert too, which was nice. Ok folkerinies, Bed time night night Lorna +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: hey, dishy: I got your towel right here!
by figure2＠fsmail.net 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

If your eyeballs be the surfaces of a cortex; My nostrils exhausting my lymphatic system whilst Also breathing in: If these ears have as much inside as they are prone to without; If I swallow and learn; If I project and reap the distortions of our reflections: Am I closer? Idles and 'Caitlin' have posted about the recent gig and therefore I don't have to. Was the gig good? A reviewer for Edinburgh's *Evening News* thought so, although Ms. Mullaney seemed perhaps even more impressed by the fact that the merchandising included a tea-towel. Does anyone have one of these? Do they absorb sufficiently, but not too much? I thought the Usher Hall was a bit big. I took some photos of list people and various abstract shots of spotlit balconies and folks onstage to pass the time, and successfully refrained from singing along to the refrains. I'm really glad I pushed myself to the 1pm meet-up at the Scott Monument though, because I very nearly didn't. Such interesting and huggeable people shouldn't be missed. Waiting for the last train home, I sat in a vaguely lotus position at the edge of the platform and wrote in my notebook as legs milled around. The writing is legible but the content is not worth repeating. Anyone who's had the misfortune of being party to one of my late-night monologues will know what I mean. So. Up again at the craaak of dawn. Radio. World Service. According to Ms. Spink of Penn State University, people are now less keen to type 'sex' into their search engines than they did 12 years ago. This is based upon data compiled from the 'Excite' search engine. Lightweights. I use Google, and Ms. Spinks's prying eyes can stay away. Anyway, she mentioned that most people looking up sexual content couldn't spell, which probably means one of two things: a) they were feeling too horny to be bothered or b) they were of the not inconsiderable body of people on this planet for whom English is not a native language. More curiously though, frequently typed queries were of the ambitious sort, artificial-intelligence wise. Examples: ' should I marry my girlfriend' and 'should I have an abortion'. My bet is both were typed in by an IT consultant with a twisted curiosity. *Rule, Britannia!...What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor!* follows in some age-old melody that makes you want to stand up and salute as the time passes 05:30am and the frequency swaps the World for the Home service 4. 'Rain later; good becoming moderate. Shannon...' I slurp some super noodles and wish myself down onto the train and back to sleep, lulled by Benjamin Schmidt playing Bach's Partitias for Solo Violin. Morning in the office working on empty, a bacon roll from the staff canteen and a neckful of *Pro-Plus* caffeine tablets gave way to an afternoon, not of hangover but that melancholy you get when all the fun is in the past. I surreptitiously slip a blank floppy into the computer and open Word in a minimum-sized window whilst fiddling with a house plan I'm adapting (fairly unsuccessfully) for 'varying needs' i.e. houses that can accommodate people once they get old or become disabled in some way or another. Problem is the rooms are just too minimally-dimensioned to begin with so the extra space required simply doesn't fit if you apply the appropriate standards. In any case, I'm feeling bored and lonely and so I try to write this there but I can't. If you think this is bad you certainly wouln't want to read the sheer dreariness of what I was struggling with there. I eventually gave up because it was so crap it was painful: you know... lame witticisms and flights of fantasy that ! wouldn't be the envy of a lackadaisical positivist.Working life gets one down, but not down far enough to make it interesting. I prefer my job when I'm not trying to think or imagine. Then, I quite like it. OK. No more to say, except: THANK YOU to John and Peri (is that how you spell it?) for great conversation Idles and Sweetie for being your wonderful selves Will... ditto Lucy for getting Richard John Gillanders a ticket and Richard John Gillanders for having the wisdom to check out the Czech Republic (and I got the ticket) The girl who stole my original ticket (I hope you made use of it) Breams, who came all the way from London to see me rather than Idles (but of course;-) Andy with 'phone and plan I'm just singling out people I talked with (at?) for more than a few milliseconds. I spied Lorna from a distance, mingling with the Dundee posse. Before I start sounding like I'm 'phoning into some pathetic radio show '*and everyone else that knows me*' I shall stop. There. Wasn't hard. Engine's ticking over a bit, triggering the fan, whirring docile and in electronic overtime. Gordon x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: to plug
by marc bots 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

hello sinister, it's been a while since my last post and so many things have passed, for the better or the worse. is that regular english? probably not. for the past few months i've been following a course on english academic writing, but i don' believe it has helped me much. in fact we just repeated the basic grammar rules, together with certain things dutch people do wrong all the time. you can probably still pick those out. only four nights of sleep left. only four days of anticipation, before we drive to dordrecht, drop our stuff at my friends home, and take the train to rotterdam. then, first see isobel and after that belle and sebastian will be playing from 22:00 to 23:45 and i will be there for every second. i'll bring an empty bottle, just in case... the press keeps talking about the 'shy' band b&s, and that it is a chance you should not miss if you like 'pure, melancholic pop'. well i do, and i won't miss it. i'm starting to get nervous. shameless plug: my band just got a website. check it out if you like, and listen to our demo. not brilliant, but not too bad for just a single of recording and mixing. i'd love to hear any comments. it's at: http://www.geocities.com/machatte_808/index.htm now i'll sleep and leave only three nights before saturday. love marc +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: KPYC
by unstable mable 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

Just who is this kenneth p y chu? I keep reading about him, and last night i had a dream about his name. It is all very sinister, if you ask me... _________________________________________________________________ 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: you have the guts to tell me that???
by Mark Hester 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

I have never, ever been any good at football. Joining the sixth form was a case of me leaping (such as I ever leap) for joy and shouting "Yay, no more PE!". The shame of being last to be picked for a team was always spared me by the presence in my class of a kid whose name rhymed with Feeble. Fortunately for me (but not of course for him) poetry was mirrored by reality and so it was he who was left shivering on the turf at the end of the selection procedure; a mark of humiliation equalled only by the Weakest Link's Walk of Shame. Thus there was never any question of me playing in the sinister v ILE footie match, but I would still have liked to have been there. PF's report did a lot to make amends, however. I would also have liked to have been at Tigermilking. Unfortunately, it was about this time that I began to feel very crap indeed. After a few days of abdominal pain controlled by painkillers, I went to my GP who discovered that I had an 8cm lump in my large intestine. He booked me an ultrasound scan at the John Radcliffe Hospital the following day and they found that the swelling was in fact an abscess in my appendix. This was fortunately on the side nearer my skin which made it easier to work on, but they couldn't risk taking my appendix out, for fear that operating would spread the infection. So instead i was admitted to the hospital and they gave me a CT scan (the "polo mint" one) in order to insert a drain to get rid of all the pus. Although they said that they were giving me a local anaestheitic, it didn't seem like it because the insertion of the tube was the most painful experience of my entire life! So as a result, I was drugged up on morphine so I could sleep and also I was given a drip for feeding and antibiotics. I was in hospital from last Tuesday until yesterday (Bank Holiday Monday) w! hen I was discharged. I am now able to eat solid food once again and I feel fine. My weight has fallen from 10 st to 9 st and I am VERY hungry. I am just resting today but should be back at work next week. I have so many people to thank....the staff at the hospital were brilliant, Emma did a superb job of delving into my house to find clothes, and books & cds to keep me occupied, and my parents came up from London on Sunday so it was great to see them. Hopefully their next trip to Oxford will be in happier circumstances. I'm not quite out of the woods yet as I'm on a course of antibiotics (no booze for me!) and I've got to go back into the hospital in about six weeks to have the appendix removed. Idleberry's "Don't leave your tights on baby" made me giggle, coz I had to whilst I was being infirm in the infirmary. Well, stockings actually, anti-embolism stockings to be precise, which are supposed to keep you from getting blood clots in your legs. The charge nurse thought he was being helpful by saying that I should keep them afterwards so i could wear them when I went on planes to stop me getting deep-veined thrombosis. No sorry mate, I want to leave all reminders of my stay right here in the hospital! It didn't quite work, however, coz as we were riding home on the bus Emma pointed out that I was still wearing my plastic name bracelet which I lost no time in ripping into shreds. It was not that dissimilar from the things they give you at All Tomorrow's Parties to allow you to leave and re-enter the camp at will, 'cept that I've kept the ATP one as a souvenir as it has, shall we say, somewhat different connotations. Well, I spent a lot of time in hospital wondering whether I would make it to Brixton and it looks now as if I will. I wondered what the set-list was going to be, too and in one moment of morphine-induced haze tried to think of a B&S song title for every letter of the alphabet and sing a little bit of it. I seem to remember getting stuck on "H". I was going to do the same for the initial letters of "Kenneth PY Chu" too, but never actually got round to it. So now I'm able to eat again as I'm no longer being fed through a tube I'm really pigging out as much as possible, doing the best I can to regain the stone in weight which I lost. See some of you tomorrow I hope, Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: shouting at people in the street
by Caitlin Pigtails 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

Woo, two posts in two days. I must calm down more. I'm going to send another soon too, cos I promised Amy Applejacks that I'd do another Sinister Questionnaire to replace her abortive one. But that will have to be for another day. So, there was a gig here last night. And, of course, if there's a gig then there has to be a Sinister Picnic before hand. After checking that the permit from the International Picnic Licencing Authority had arrived, I went up to Princes St Gardens to see who had turned up. Nobody had. Fortunately, five minutes later, Sweetie appeared. As soon as she did, it started raining. Slowly, a few more people appeared, and we sheltered underneath the Scott Monument wondering what to do. The obvious answer, of course, was to go to the pub, so we did. We sat in the City Cafe and drank and ate, and more people arrived. However, the City Cafe is a bit of a big pub by our standards. I mean, we didn't actually outnumber and intimidate everyone else there. So -- after a brief diversion to the railway station to meet another five people -- we went to a smaller pub, the Malt Shovel, and moved all the furniture about and took over a whole room. More people arrived, and there was lots more eating, drinking and bum-groping. "Cheapskates!" said the barmaid when she noticed we had brought our own crisps to eat instead of buying the pub's expensive ones; she stole a cookie from us, though. About sevenish, we realised the doors of the gig would be opening, so we thought "maybe we should wander vaguely in that direction." We split up, some staying to drink more, some wandering towards the gig via the chip shop. Mmmm, grease. Anyway, we were wandering vaguely towards the gig, below the castle. And ... I saw this man walking towards us. He looks familiar. I've seen him before somewhere. Middle-aged, he looked, in a big brown duffelish coat. We are a big, intimidating crowd of tweefolk, walking directly towards the B&S gig. He is someone who looks astonishingly like Stuart. I look closely at him: it must be him. But noone else has noticed! I prod everyone "wasn't that Stuart?!" "Who? That old man?" they reply. He's fifty yards down the street now. Someone turns and shouts back: "STUART!!!" Up the street, he pauses. He turns and waves, then carries on walking. The gig itself was good, although for some reason it seemed slightly unreal compared to all the others I've seen; probably because we were standing right at the back dancing like maniacs (well, apart from me, cos I don't dance). The mid-set audience request (Brown-Eyed Girl) seemed rather well rehearsed, probably because it was a requested by a couple who are getting married next week and had got in touch with the band already. We still didn't get to find out the answers to the treasure hunt. I really have no idea what the setlist was -- I can vaguely remember what songs were played, but not what order they were in or anything. Ask someone less drunk for help. Hello to everyone that I saw at the picnic and after: Sweetie, Idleberry, Andy from St. Andrews (who sounds scarily like Dylan Moran. If you're deaf like me), John and Peri (our men in Slovenia), Thomas and Julie (our men in Coatbridge), Gordon (our man in the white suit), Wide-Mouthed Mike, Breams, Rachel Sunnyset, Zozie, Paul and Lorna (silly!), Lucy (juicy!), David Moore, Lixi, Ailsa (retired, injured), Jo and Ian, Jo's Dad, Cal and Debbie, the famous Mr Ally Cooke, and anyone else I've forgotten about. I hear a Cult Of Ken Chu has started up in London, complete with badges and everything. Not before time, I say. xx caitlin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Unofficial Edinburgh Picnic 2002 Summary
by idleberry 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

good morning.. tis blearyberry here.... LAST NIGHTS GIG was soo good! The picnic was a success, Thanks to Sweetie for being the Fun Co-ordinator. Roughly 20 or so people turned up at various stages. We started off at the Scots Monument, and hung around for a bit before going off to the City Cafe. Afterwards, we went to The Malt Shovel. Some things from the picnic: No football, but, Michael *officially* had the biggest gob at the meet up. He fitted 7 cookies in his mouth. Then promptly managedto dribble chewd up cookie mix on my shoes. Glad I didn't wear the trainers now, otherwise there would be a dry cleaning bill being sent to that young man this morning. No football, I got some rather accusing looks, after looking after the kitty of change (�8.10) from the City Cafe, over an hour later (ok, maybe two) when I hadn't bought the pitcher we'd decided on. Look, I just like saving money, no crime in that is there? No football, but we got a guided tour of Sweeties piercings. The ones that she wouldn't get arrested for flashing in public anyway. No football, but there was much groping, and to be honest, that was more fun, and you can sit down while doing it with a glass of wine in your hand. Ken Chu, you wish you were there. So do we, cos our victims of random gropes stopped coming near us after a while. (me, breams, and pigtails) No football, but half us wandered to the gig, via the chippie. It was ace, actually pretending to be a menacing bunch, and scaring pedestrians off the pavements. Except one man. Only one man actually walked straight through the middle of our gang of hoodlums and ruffians. One man, could challenge the mighty force of Idleberry's gang of deliquents. One man, only one man, in an overcoat, was brave enough to withstand the Sinister "homies". And it took us a few moments, to realise it was Stuart Murdoch. In fact, he'd walked straight past us, and it was pigtails who realised. I didn't think t was, I just thought it was some random old bloke, and lets leave the poor old man alone, eh? So we shouted at him, and he gave us a wee wave, and we all giggled like a bunch of thirteen year old girlies queueing up outside a record shop to see a boyband. Well, Pigtails did. We would have seen him properly, if we weren't all looking at the ground having had too much to drink (myabe that was just me) and if he didn't look like someones dad in that overcoat. If only Mr Murdoch would wear his skin tight t shirt more often than the overcoat.(its lovely! I bet when its cold you can see his nipples properly- you really can see his chest and its very defining on his sholders and upper arms even when you're standing miles away. God knows how he managed to get the thing back on after our night of passion- I dunno, I left him early in the morning, I had things to do, you know. I can only think he might have helpers to squeeze it on. Either that, or he spray paints it on) some of the Songs played: ( I know you like these lists) Lazy Line Painter Jane The State I am In You made me forget my dreams Don't leave your tights on baby The Model Wrong Girl Legal Man Dirty Dream Number 2 Seeing other people Waking Up to Us various songs from the new soundtrack album thing. cover version of Brown Eyed girl I can't remember what else.. if anyone else has songs to add, please do. Cheers snogs and gropes Idles ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - online filing with TurboTax http://http://taxes.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: haikus revealed // week twelve // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 02 Apr '02

02 Apr '02

I try to muster up the energy to do an experiment. FAIR Hypothesis: The Wright family genes should be put to a stop. Brixton Soiree? I don't take up much space and I know how to make toast. Mao, or math team nerds, for that matter. I was one of them (see above). Let alone the sky. Too many snowflakes And flack to carry around. Ok. I think that was enough. Thanks for giving me another chance. Outside they turn the match into a picnic. Make a picnic of it. I read Heaney: bells and raindrops, loosed screens and straight walks. *Sunday*, he says. Hopkins shows in a red shirt. Cabbage shows in a shirt from Singapore. Walton and the boy G are devastating, all skill and incision. Can this be true? I'd like to remember more of the game itself here. Jeremy tells me of how he and Shearer spent a night on parties. Eventually I could see who was trying to steal my ticket.... But there are no red Brasilias as far as I can remember... I'll be visiting from San Francisco and most likely quite lonely. Aeronef in Lille and the Grand Rex in Paris? My french is tres mal. Hes on the list. I told you, no ego, no fries, no self esteem left. I'd see him stealing glimpses, and he'd smile and tell me I was pretty. I got up out of bed to go to the shower after a lie in. I don't know what to do. People say take it step by step, day by day. I really need to pass my drivers test, and get my gears sorted out. My ex and I have remained close friends. Which is nice but painful at times. I'll just step back and read as I have for the past few weeks. Bye! -robert. I am so grateful, and thankful for all the kind things you said to me. I fell asleep, and woke up once or twice, really really exhausted. I had two hours alone today, apart from the time when I slept. I was shocked at how kind the responses to my previous post were. Don't Know. (of course, you have to keep your tongue in your cheek some of the time. And luckily, there is one. See all you scottish people on Monday. No greenery near Brixton?!? As a denizen, I beg to differ. The Music. I don't understand what it is kids listen to these days. The Queen Mum just died. "Just" as in "recently", not "just" as in "simply". Wednesday am. Offers by email to this address and NOT the list, please. Due to ill health, I would like to try to swap them for seated tickets. I was so stupid, bloodlines on my arms and legs but I'm so frightened. I mean, I'm sure you all really have blood-and-flesh, but none I can see. Like Ken enthused, it's good practise for the release of Storytelling. I'm definitely going to end up as that cockroach. I know it. // ee fumblings // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: the bluffers guide to sinister picnicking: final chapter
by Rachel Playforth 01 Apr '02

01 Apr '02

the day: wednesday 3 april the time: 2pm onwards the venue: green park, london, uk nearby the helpfully named GREEN PARK tube is a big gate which leads into GREEN PARK. this is, well, green. trees, daffodils, deckchairs etc. we will meet just inside this big gate at 2pm (in case the several tube exits confuse, the gate is next to a posh place called THE RITZ.) as the talked of bandstand is technically in st james' park and thus not that handy, i propose that we then congregate near the CANADIAN WAR MEMORIAL, which is a sort of water feature with maple leaves. from the gate by the ritz this is down the park to the right, towards buckingham palace. in case of rain: pubs not in large supply on that stretch of piccadilly, but get sinisterines together and we're bound to fnd one, so do call if we're not visible outdoors. mobile numbers as dimitra said. see you there i hope! reporting back stuff from pow! to the people to follow, which depending on your point of view is either more or less interesting than the above. luv archel xxx *************************************** Rachel Playforth buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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