July 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Roast Duck & me
by oon 29 Jul '02

29 Jul '02

hello everyone, this message is really not of any interest of many of you. i'm just keeping a brief record of my holiday in the UK last two weeks. for the benefit of my own falling memory and for those who might be curious... Monday 15 - heathrow to brixton. met Mr Mike. bought phone. sightseeing brixton backstreets on the way to Mike&Pam's house on the oh-no-break bus. arrive at Mike&Pam's lovely house to find the word 'Welcome' writen in THAI LANGUAGE on the door!!!! momentary lapse of eyesight due to disbelief! what a heartful host you are! started frantically trying to locate Aree (my Thai friend who was also visiting london at that time too). found out, at 14:45 that i was due to meet her in Bayswater at 15:00. attempting to dash into town. arrive at 15:45. found Aree. tears of joy from finally having loads of roast duck and the tasties chilies in the world on the plates in front of me, as planned. hooray! met Pam&Mike at Leichester Square. well, in other more correct word, they found me. contemplating the possibility of buying ticket to the Abbasolutely Fantastic musical. attempting to go to Bar Rumba, as planned. failed. they not open until 22:00. at that point, i'd rather go to bed than bar. so went to have cake instead. then went home (Pam&Mike's home where i shall call my home too for the next two weeks) stoped at Safeway on the way. loved supermarket very very much! brought home a lot of stuff. foreign supermarket is really really exciting! Tuesday 16 - had appointment with Mr Moore of Chelmsford to go picnic in Cambridge and see Mercury Rev. however, due to ongoing breakfast, i was not able to get to Chelmsford in time to actually do any picnic. David&Pam fed and took me shopping in lovely shops in town and great discount shops instead. even bought me a cooly jacket with pocket in the back of the neck, thank you very very much. i also bought a short furry jacket, due to irresistable softness. Bangkok better be really cold this winter. otherwise, i might be forced to do a party in an ice factory. A HA that's not a bad idea either. Mr Moore, the most sophisticated driver in the world, then drove us to Cambridge. too bad we didn't have time to look much. only a short run into one majestic college/chapel. very very impressive! incidentally, the sandy/earthy tone of those old buildings nicely matched my outfit. love old building! Big Rock Mercury Rev was, to put it lightly, the bomb. in the sense that they're so bloody noisy. i stuffed a lot of tissue in my ears most of the time. they did play softer songs that i really liked a lot though. so all in all it's great, in a deaftening way. Mr Moore did enjoyed it a lot. so it's good musical night outing. On the way home, we stopped at another great place..24-hour supermarket. bought a chinese takeaway meal. i'd like to say it's for both of us but Mr Moore refused to touch it. so it became good snack accompanying various B&S tv programmes, done by Mr Moore. perfect end to the day. Wednesday 17 - went back to london. hardly any memory of what i did in town this day?? probably not much. met Aree at Four Seasons. had roast duck. check out M&S supermarket. then went home. for a real treat! The Pines live! Mr Joe, who went round to record songs with Mike, and Pam very very kindly played & sang me beautiful music. they shut me up from complaining of no gig during my trip once and for all. even now i still cannot get "I see stars" out of my head. and i want to keep it here for as long as i can too. definitely one of my favourite songs in the whole world. Thursday 18 - plan was to go to Madame JoJo for Paul Anderson. but Tube Strike! went into town anyway. met Aree. craved for Japanese food. went around peeping into various Japanese restaurants. found one with loads of Japanese people, so confidently had dinner there. liked it a lot. so good judgement! walked in circle around Oxford Circus, for some reason. did a bit of shopping. Aree felt a bit ill, and wanted to go home. another night out failure! i walked about Soho for a bit looking at people and surveying the restaurants and bars. then went home too. Friday 19 - met Aree. went shopping around Bond St. thank god i woke up relatively early today. all shops were open. a lady sang some operatic songs that i actually knew and liked a lot. so happily walking about her listening. i wanted a bag. Aree didn't want any but ended up getting 2. me 0. grrr today was Susannah's farewell party for her moving to Barcelona. so i went along, with Pam&Mike, Tim, Mark, David&Pam. happy to learn that Tim like to dance to popular pop music, especially Britney Spear. oddly enough, this place played some good songs, followed by a lot of shitty ones, then good again. nice cocktails though. in summary, good fun! Saturday 20 - plan was culture with Aree. with great sadness, i was late and lost Aree. then unable to contact her. i did go to Tate Modern and enjoyed it a lot. inbetween guilt-striking gloom. what kind of person can lose a friend in foreign country. sigh. after the museum, trying some more to find Aree to beg for forgiveness and failed. went along to birthday party of Pam's friend Sarah. felt too doom to talk much to anyone (my apologies again for the rudeness) despite all the lovely people there. Sunday 21 - going to town with Mike&Pam to meet up with Starry, Andy, Sez and my old friend Fumie. had lunch at Wagamama which was nice, despite Fumie mild protest of how unJapanese they are. walked around Covent Garden searching for bag. still 0. plan was to go to Lazy Dog in Notting Hill. but unable to stand the absurdity of queueing system, so went to eat some dessert&coffee instead. bought some cheap cd. bought a bag, at last! from charity shop of all place! went to Four Season for roast duck, but too long queue so takeaway instead. Monday 22 - went to visit a Thai friend who moved here long ago. she's got two babies, 2 years boy and 8 months girl. extremely cute. loved them so much i didn't want to leave. luckily her husband gave me a ride to the airport so had a bit more time with them. off to Edinburgh. Honey and Linda met me at the airport. i almost got goosebump due to unexpecting to see Honey out and about. very very happy to see them again. Linda fed me great chicken while Honey made me loads of cd, and i fed the cats some chicken too, to make friend. Tuesday 23 - Genevieve came! anyone who hasn't met her please do so before before she left the country. what a lovely lovely girl. she's such a cute and adorable little dolly. i wish you can be my niece's babysitter too. come visit any time. we went for a nice walk in Stockwell (i think). great breakfast. lovely cafe, with real fireplace in summer! and lovely shops. the antique/classic jewelry shop was particularly amazing. then Keith joined us too! very pleased to see him again after so long. also very pleased that i did actually understand a lot of Scottish accent this time. probably because Mr Chris wasn't there to add insult to injury. i think we all had some great entertaining drinks, it's rather blank what exactly did we were talking about but highly entertaining all the same. Wednesday 24 - big breakfast in the Prince's Garden. (if that's what it's called-the one down the castle) fed the birds. then feared the birds cos so many of them suddenly appeared with evil eyes. absorb the beauty of hills&gardens&archetechture. went shopping. got lost (in time) in Fopp and Avalanches. Honey bravely decided to come out to say goodbye and take me to airport. i can only hope you still feel up and cheery now Princess. Thursday 25 - plan was breakfast with a friend. but woke up too late so lunch instead. we went to one of the places i like most in the world, even if never been there before. but i kept pointing it whenever i found in those photobooks how much i wanted to live in space like that. once even asked my home stylist friend to quote me the cost, strictly for life-goal setting purpose. only to be shot with 'more than you can ever afford'. Honey&Linda, whenever you can come down to London, do visit this hotel. similar to the Sukhothai in aesthetic, i think. very peaceful, but more minimal and chic. it'll do your heart good. i won't try to describe this place so for those who like peace and beautiful place go have a look yourself... http://www.the-hempel.co.uk/ another plan today was meeting Sister&Mrs Disco in Reading at noon. but again due to ongoing breakfast-->lunch, we met later in the afternoon. i really don't know what to say about Mr Miller. except very very happy to meet him at last. just like the emails, i think. a bit less mad hehe sweeter definitely. and very funny. Mrs Disco was lovely. you two are so happy together. too bad they had to catch the train to catch bus to the faraway land of Ramsbury, so didn't have much time to chitchat as much as i'd love to. best of luck to you with the moving and job and everything! then back to London to roast duck with Aree. then to ancient pub in Fleet St. to say goodbye. all the lovely people there, thank you for coming and letting me see you, especially for the first time. lovely to meet you and i look forward to see you again. the photo i took over there have finished, some are very good. i think i can have someone put them all on a cd. unlikely to be soon though. but i'll send it out to those of you who might like to have a look. over half of last film is all my little niece Pair, so i expect compliment, ok? well, i never write to the list for so long. guess i can write a little bit longer, can't i? Mr Carsmile Steve and Mr David request more Thai news. how can i not bring you some. you know Thai kickboxing, yes? we also have another kind of boxing that's as much fun, if not more. it's similar to usual boxing except the two boxers will be blindfolded and tied with little bells on their ankles. as they can't see their opponent, they can only listen to the bells before making the punch. this kind of boxing is very casual, without formal upper ground ring. the audience will gather and hang on to the ropes making lots of cheering noise. which distracts the bell sounds a lot. so it's not unusual that the boxers, lost in direction, turn the wrong way and happily hitting away the audiences instead. better than football or what. feel free to play this in your next picnic. should be a good laugh. i'm still on UK time and couldn't sleep at night. have to try or tomorrow i'll be falling asleep at work. good night, oon xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: put some soccs on your foots and say wooo!
by bus stoppers 29 Jul '02

29 Jul '02

sinister! rachel did a pretty good summer up of saturday, so i'll just give my recall of the game. it was ben's idea. so you can blame him...it's ALMOST play by play, but still contains the excitement. and the whole thing about how it's soccer here and football there. i decided on the drive home that i am just going to call it: balls with foots in soccs or footsoccs or soccs on foots... i have never really watched sports on tv, let alone in person. i had also never been to the rose bowl either. i don't really like sports because someone has to lose. and it makes me sorta sad. but in soccer, i learned, there can be a tie! how exciting is that! then ernie ended up riding with me. i'm sorry dearie if i scared you with my driving and with my road rage. i tend to curse a lot when i drive... so here's the game in sara's nutshell: los angeles galaxy-the white shirt team vs. the other team-the yellow shirt team (i can't remember who they were...) the final score was 2-1 (originally i was hoping for a tie, but fuck it. i wanted to see the confetti!) ok. so the other team kept getting free kicks. there were a few boo-boos and falls. also a few head butts. that was kinda scary because it looks like it hurts. um. what else? they had instant replays of the scores on the screen. because i was talking with rachel and i didn't realize stuff until i heard the cheering. all in all. it was a fun sara's first balls with foots in soccs game! thanks adrian! and yeah. the mullets were everywhere. here's a little ditty to close out the post. though i know it still doesn't go to the music because of the syllables. and i also know i horribly butchered a b&s song...it's content. and here goes... players: RACHEL fruitloop BenAPPSY galactic ADRIAN ERNIE cloves SARA bus stopper family tree: i've been feeling like i have a cold i've been looking round the pier for somebody just like me but the only ones i see are the dummies in bikini tops they spend their money on boobs it saddens me to think that the only one's i see are mannequins looking stupid, being used and being thin and i don't know why i hang around them the way they act, i'd rather be fat than be confused the way they act, i'd rather be fat than be confused than be alone in a cage with a bottle of sangria (sp?) and a family like the mafia i've been feeling like blue hair and i don't know what to do so i call ernie and watch the pigeons and they threw me out of the house 'cause i swore at all my family because they don't accept me and then they all showed up! we do picnic-ing, pictures, and soccer we get poetry and music and some laughs it wasn't an awful lot to ask so won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go to the galaxy game so won't you please get up off your knees, so i can fold the pinic blanket cause we're here in a cage with a bottle of XTZ and families like the mafia if my family tree goes back to einstein (sp?) then i will change my name to ryan if my family tree goes back to amelia then i will change my name to bedelia if my family tree goes back to einstein then i will change my name to ryan if you're looking for me to work at borders in america then you will look but never see if you're looking at me to start having babies then you can wish because we're going to wait some years you can wish because we're here to fool around you can wish because we're here to fool around love and broken toilets, sara p.s...i think i got flipped off while i was driving home from the game....adrian, i think i saw that! p.p.s...did you know that one can drive the length of the 110 freeway (from pasadena to san pedro) from end to end...in about 30 minutes? ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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: Stop!
by stout robin 29 Jul '02

29 Jul '02

Hammer Time!!! REPORTING BACK It's good to hear the California picnic went well. It's nice to hear Rachel isn't too embarassed to show her Bapps in public. I'm sure it wasn't half as glamorous as the Birmingham picnic last weekend, though... On Sunday afternoon I rode into the Wild West Midlands on the back of my faithful horse, Skoda, with my friend, Poncho. Using Poncho's Apache tracking skills and my mobile phone we met up with Sheriff Ian, Deputy Jim and his sinister posse in a sunny field where some Indians were playing a game Poncho calls "Kri-Ket". Ian laid out a blanket, which he appeared to have stolen from the dog, and we tucked in to our wine and crisps and cherries. Those dang cherries; there were so many. Everyone had had the totally cool no one else will think of this idea of bringing them along. So we sat, chewing the fat and the cherries, while Jim played some funk on his strange automatic banjo, and I tried to spit cherry stones into the grass without losing my cool or my 10 gallon hat. We talked about all sorts of stuff, Ian's eyes welled up with the memory of a girl called Kylie, Dimitra was ambushed by an unsuspected cream attack and Poncho talked about going for a local Indian dish he calls a "Bol-Tee", but in the end we just got a bit drunk and went home. Hi ho Skoda! Well something like that happened, anyway. I was a bit knackered from lack of sleep, but it was fun anyway. For the next one, we'll probably be able to arrange to meet by the cherry orchard, we got through so many. NANCY DREW As I walked to the postbox this morning I heard some strange screams sounding from somewhere over the chimneypots. I don't know what it was. I thought it might have been a baby or an enthusiastic girlfriend or someone who'd found a slug in the washing up bowl, but it might have been a MURDER. If I was Nancy Drew I'd have gone and investigated, and had some crazy adventure, but I figured my toast would have popped up by now so I just went home to eat it. I've been wondering about it all morning. I hope it *wasn't* a murder. TOAST On the subject of toast, the toast fans among you might remember I mentioned a while back an amazing invention I saw on telly once called the Toaster Bag. Well a friend of mine found some for sale at the weekend and bought them for me. I'm quite excited. They've cleverly called them "Toastabags - The amazing way to cook", and the idea is that you can put just about anything you like - beans, scrambled eggs, your brother's hampster - into one, put it in the toaster and when it pops up you have an instant meal IN A BAG! Suggestions on the packet include CHIPS and CHOPS! Wow! Imagine the amazing adventures in cooking I could have! Adventures in food poisoning, more like! I'm going to try beans tonight. I'll tell you how it goes, if I'm still alive... BISH Robs email a while ago about the wedding he went to was quite touching: <<Bollocks to them - they're just idiots. The two people who twirled in each other's arms while various kids chased each other around during the First Dance were the only two people in the world - joyously in love for their families and friends to see. Nothing could possibly be wrong about that.>> Absolutely. Love isn't about men and women, it's about Something Else, and the way you button your shirt really doesn't matter. Hopefully, now we have a new Archbishop of Canterbury, who seems a pretty decent chap, the laws against two people who love each other getting married if they're the same sex will finally be changed. It all sems a bit silly to me. LAVERNE Mmm! I love Lauren Laverne! Hours of Lauren Laverne on the telly have been steadily increasing lately and I noticed in the paper yesterday that she's getting her own music show on Channel 5! Hooray! I've always had a bit of a soft spot for channel 5, the bastard runt baby of ITV that it is, and not just because they show The Ups And Downs Of A Handyman three times a year. I like it because they don't have anything to lose, so they actually TRY new ideas, and I find them endearing when those ideas spectacularly fail. I like the way the programme announcers are really ironical when they have to announce Confessions of a Windowcleaner again, too. So I hope Laurne's show is good. Well how can it possibly not be, with her in it?? Blimey! I should do some work... I haven't even mentioned a certain band, have I? I'm going to try to record the session from the internet tonight, so I'll save that for tomorrow. bye Robin xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Sinister: who the fucking hell are slipknot in relation to me getting out of bed?
by Thomas Henderson 29 Jul '02

29 Jul '02

hello, i couldn't go to pop league or the picnic at the weekend, eek! but i made up for my pop league absence by wearing my "la liga nacional del pop" badge. so on friday i was asked by my boss to take charge of the musical proceedings in the pub. after the big brother/ me comnplaining that big brother was shitty and i should be playing music shenanigans, i played some fine music. then i got drunker. don't get drunk and be in charge of a microphone and a nice cd mixer. i only did sing along to four songs. then i sang the songs i was requested that i didn't have. so this weekends karaoke lineup went as follows - the boy with the arab strap (surprisingly requested by assumed ned who owns all the albums (all signed) and an original tigermilk and knew a lot about isobel and gentle waves and stuff) anyway and i sung it really quite well i think, because i was applauded, eek! then number two was - This charming man but i was too drunk to get my proper mozza freak on. then i sang little bits of my generation. then...... wait for it....... i sang along to.... born slippy (don't ask) so then i went upstairs to the club what i work in and got a little more drunk, then.... i met the most beautiful girl i'm ever likely to again. she was like proper attractive, i know as ive talked to her sober as well. she was really nice and very cool and didn't have any obvious deformities or anything. and her lips were so luvly, and everything. and when we got outside we kissed a bit, and i was so very happy. anyways the rest of the weekend wasn't so exciting, maybe that i had my first decent tasting bottle of miller. right so the first 3 people who can tell me the name of the song that my subject line comes from and the band wins a small inexpensive prize, maybe a cd maybe not. anyway i'll reveal the winners if any (not that you wont know the answer, more like you've probably not read this) in a post later on. buh-bye thomas x. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: KENnymore than I'll be hosting the CHUby show
by Rachel fruitloop 29 Jul '02

29 Jul '02

Hello Sinister!!!!!! Guess what WE did yesterday!?!? We had a Southern-ish California Sinister Picnic on the luverly shores of Santa Monica. Of course, it was nowhere as grand as the Edinburgh Picnic, but then again, what is? The best part was that 5 of us showed up!!! Those in attendance were Sara Bus Stoppers, Ernie Sanchez, Adrian "Glurp" Rudloff, me and that boy Bapps. We started out not knowing if we would even be able to attend because of my horrendous illness, but Ben swore that he would have dragged me out no matter what because "he knows what's best for me"... of course, as I have reported before, my navigation skills are not the best even when not altered by cold medication. So I got us a little bit lost and besides that a mile and a half on the 405 takes a long time! Sara and Adrian were already waiting there under the Santa Monica Pier Sign for quite a while, unaware that they were both Sinister! An old Polish woman, man with an umbrella hat and beach balls, an imposter ben & rachel couple and ten zillion pigeons later, we arrived. We all introduced ourselves and Sara notified us that Ernie was "on his way". We made our way to a shady patch of grass nearby, unfolded our sheet and made ourselves comfortable. Ben chose the accompanying music and we offered sangria and bread and cheese and strawberries and cream and chocolates. In no time at all, it became apparent that Sara is indeed the perfect match for Ken Chu (she has been telling us this for a while, but now we know first hand!) And Ken, her shit don't stink! Sara, you are just lovely, ignore my Rachel slurs! Ernie arrived and seemed to just crash land next to me. It was great seeing you again Ernie, you are so sweet! Adrian is very engaging, and at no time at all, we all had an engagement with him at the Rose Bowl! The five of us left our picnic spot to meet up at Adrian's nearby apartment so we could caravan to the L.A. Galaxy soccer match. It was great because Ben and I had decided that if no-one showed up or if we could possibly encourage the attendees to go to the match then we would go. So it was perfect. The boys were really into the game. They pretend to be all sensitive and twee, but really they're just jocks! I was trying to translate the game into girlyspeak for Sara but we ended up just laughing hysterically at greasy mullets and a little kid dipping licorice into nacho cheese. Sara's favorite by far was when the Galaxy scored their 2 goals and they blew out confetti from the top of the stadium. My favorite part was that my hair matches the team's color. Ben's favorite part was that we get free KFC (because they did a draw and if Carlos Ruiz scored a goal in the second half then we'd get free chicken!) I don't know what Ernie's favorite part was, maybe the free soccer balls we got. Adrian's favorite part was probably that he went out to a Sinister picnic and walked away with 4 people to go see his team play, and Galaxy won! This could be a trend! Ben is muttering something about SinisterfitbaUSA.... So we need 22 of you at the next Los Angeles meet up for a proper kickabout! Or we could just go watch the pro's again, it was so much fun! Love to you all, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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: Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality
by Jonathan Skinner 28 Jul '02

28 Jul '02

Hello All i hope this finds everyone well and in a nice state of fettleness. I am really starting to feel my age for some reason and in my lofty and wise age of 18 i have come to the conclusion that the world has gone quite mad. I had a horrid suspision of it all along but something today within me snapped. I was watching a a no brainer music channel and on came S CLUB JUNIORS. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL. i have seen a lot of odd slightly fruity things on television but this has got to be the height of sickness. I really couldn't believe it. 12 bloody years old and prancing around as if they were adults. it was a bit worrying . Luckily i had the brain about me to flick on to VIbe TV(more on this one later) but police wonder why there is an increase in child pornography and paedophilia in general. I think i will go to town on this rattle a few cages and call the news stations the radio station AND the gas stations. Well actully i won't, i just roll it up into a bitter little ball and implant in my brain until a new therepy craze hits the suburbs of Cork. Young people were never like that in my day. we had decency. well probably not but who am i to talk for my day *desending of his highhorse* on a lighter note, has anyone in the UK seen Vibe tv. makes for a rather interesting 4 hours viewing if you can sit through it. i thank goodness haven't. i can only take 5 minutes of a dumb brum ( not to say that all Brums are Dumb) trying to sound deep and stuff. it is quite funny and if you haven't seen it go there. the channel was set up by some guy wanting to bed Angelle and mission accomplished. Paul king (PRAT OF ALL PRATS) looked uncomfortible interviewing the bint. I must say i did like all the new stuff that B+S played on the Radio the other day. I hate real player but it was worth it. I'm glad to see they still havent lost their steam or lost their bossa nova influences. Does anyone have it on mp3 form and have it up on a website? but *shhh* don't tell anyone. It is nice to see that people like Mr devaney still live. i had slowly come to the realisation that people were in general idiots but he and few other instances that i am not about to go into have in a way restored my faith in how people in general are good , it is just a shame that some wankers let the rest of humanity down. Poor Jay. It must be an awful thing to face and i don't actully know how i would deal with it. I don't suppose any of us would unless we were actully faced with a situation like that. I would like to try and think i could just let it go and try and regain normality but i don't know if i could. i would try to keep things in perspective but i don't think i could. For some reason i feel on abit of rant and a highhorse so i don't think i will go on any further. Any dubliner listees going to Royksopp? j +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Billy Bibbit
by Ann Foreyt 28 Jul '02

28 Jul '02

S-s-s-s-s-inister~ I was reading an old Ann Landers column today... and stuck in the middle of some petty family arguments was a letter about stutterers. In nice, politically-correct words this writer talked about (can a writer talk? oh, well) this "affliction" and how others are supposed to "deal with it". For some reason, that just absolutely drove something deep and painful into my heart. I have to be 'dealt with'? Yes, I know how it feels to be caught in public, on the phone, in front of someone you love/respect/fear with your mouth open and a word 25 seconds in the making, but I never before knew that I had to be 'dealt with'. The wording of that hurt. Worse than the clumsily helpful teachers, friends, and telemarketers who try to finish my sentences and put words in my mouth (or would that be pull words OUT?). It's already painful enough for me to understand that I will never be comfortable on the phone, that I have aimed my college choice (life) in such a way that I may find a job in which I will have minimal contact with real people, and that the written word is my only semi-eloquent method of communication; that teachers ignore my hand in class and boys just ignore me wholly (the spasmodic jaw look is not exactly worthy of many lustful gazes heh heh heh). It's not so much that the topic was talked about, brought to the forefront (if only for an Ann Landers section), but that it was done so bloodlessly. It's not an animal you are 'dealing with'... it's a person... and no matter how embarrassing it may be for you... you can bet it's worse for the girl or boy standing there with a simple word strangling them. To just speak of handling the immediate problem isn't going to do anything... except make the listener more aware of the problem and the speaker more self-conscious. It's funny how one word, one phrase, can so acutely wound. Especially when the point was too help... sometimes those darts hit the deepest. Forgive me. I am depressed and angry and sensitive and should not be writing letters. Ann "What was your favorite color? What was your favorite poem? What would our children have looked like? Where would our lives have taken us?" Photographing Fairies _________________________________________________________________ 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: "Put the finger in the freezer and bring me a diet coke."
by Miss Marianna Longmire 27 Jul '02

27 Jul '02

This week, people have been mostly asking me what I've been up to. My responses have, rather disappointingly, gone something along the lines of, "Erm, stuff. I think. I'm not sure." * But damn it! I /have/ actually been doing things. All week, in fact. And some of them were truly, properly entertaining. There was that time, when I met up with a really old friend who was in town for the night and watched a midnight screening of "Blade 2". It made NO sense at all, but was totally fab because: a) Luke Goss from Bros was in it. b) Danny John Jules (Cat from Red Dwarf) was in it. c) There was eye candy in the shape of Norman Reedus d) There was random Powerpuff Girls footage e) And, most wonderfully, there were hidden Bis references. Secret Vampires! Wesley Snipes quoting Sci-Fi Steven! "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." Incidentally, Luke Goss' maybe girlfriend was in a film called "Frankenhooker". Tagline: A terrifying tale of sluts and bolts. I MUST SEE THIS FILM. Also, there was that time, at work in the Hand Therapy Department when I was idly reading through patients notes, snickering at their ailments and vomiting at the sight of Polaroid images of their wounds, when one of the therapists came up to me with a bag of home made sweets. "Here, try some," she said. Obligingly, I took a bight. It was a disgustingly sweet piece of sugary fudge, covered in chocolate and coconut and tasted, well, it tasted as if detergent was a secret ingredient. "Umm, it's a bit funny," I said. "Did you make it?" "No, a patient brought it in for us," she replied in between bites. "Right. So a Hand Therapy patient made us food, presumably using their, err, hands. Just what exactly is their condition at the moment? And is this really coconut?" Silence. Followed by a dash to Tescos for toothbrushes and half an hour's worth of scrubbing. Mr Selby Longmire: "Marianna, how's your hand job going?" Miss Marianna Longmire: "!" The Hand Therapists are a lovely bunch, really. Despite being the type of people who feel developing relationships outside of work would really help the vibe of the department during working hours, and are still upset that I didn't invite them to come to Popstarz a few weeks back. But, you know, there's far too many forty year olds pogo-ing to Wham! as there is. Best cull the numbers when you get the chance. Out of guilt however, I did loosely tell them about the occurrence of Track and Field on Friday eve. They politely declined attendance on the grounds that they probably wouldn't look indie enough to be granted entry. This was arguable on a number of levels, but frankly, I had tired of the conversation and left to explore the eerie basement tunnels instead. And so it was Friday and, joined by the inimitable Miss Susan Le May, it was off to Track and Field for dancing and shenanigans. And it promised to be great, as Track and Field is always great and I was surrounded by some of my favourite people in the world, all sparkling wit, stylish outfits and cutting one liners. Ooh, and Miss Sarah Garret Sonner gave me a brown corduroy skirt, simply because she's ace like that. Disappointingly, once actually making it upstairs and paying admission, my heart sank. There was no room to dance and the entire place had become as appealing as a gigantic sweaty armpit. And whilst this wasn't a deterrent for most (smiles and jumping about seemingly in abundance), I was rather pleased when someone walked past and mentioned we should leave. It was Mr Greg Pallis, in acid wash. And so we did. And so we walked down the road and stumbled across a building site. And broke in. And accidentally scared the inhabitants of the adjacent apartment building. After promising not to kill them (chic sophisticates in mistaken identity shock!) we proceeded to scale five floors worth of scaffolding to sit and admire the view before pouring droplets of water on random passer-bys down below. It might have been evil, but, in our defence, it was terribly, terribly entertaining. Babbling, as ever, Miss Marianna Longmire xx *I really, really hate it when someone asks me a question, or enquires as to the details of a particular event I have partaken in, and I'm so stunned as to be even considered worthy enough of entering into a conversation with said person that I jumble up events, forget the important details and then, tiring of the tale myself, stop halfway through and ask a question in return. Conversations would be much easier if you could conduct them entirely through correspondence on headed notepaper. At least then I'd have a half decent chance at making myself understood. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Sinister, benicassim
by Peter Stiff 27 Jul '02

27 Jul '02

hi there good people of the sinister list my names Peter im from around Ipswich way in suffolk and ive been a b+s fan for quite some time now i guess, they are probably one of my favourite bands i suppose. ive been on sinister for about a year now i think, however this is my first post! i always try and read other peoples messages when i get the time and it seems like a pretty cool thing thats going on here... lots of nice people sharing stories of their lives n things. the reason ive suddenly decided to participate in actually mailing to sinister after so long is that im going to the Benicassim festival in Spain next week, where b+s will be playing as im sure your aware. is there going to be some meet up of some type? id like to meet some more people going and hang around n that. i went to benicassim last year and saw b+s and had a great time. i met a few people along the way that were on sinister, they all seemed very excited about it so thats when i joined up, see what all the fuss was about. i met a boy and a girl from leicester and london i think who i saw a few times around and i met a girl from scotland on the festival bus who seemed nice and very excited about the fact i might have been on sinister... alas i wasnt - at the time. but yeah, back to the point is anyoen going to arrange some kinda meet up or whatever then in Benicassim?, it'd be pretty cool Peter. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Re: Sinister LA Meetup - potential list abuse
by Jose P 27 Jul '02

27 Jul '02

hello everyone. i apologize in advance for this potential sinister list abuse and overall bad mass email. i'm really bad at these things. anyway, this is for anyone in the LA (and surrounding cities) area. groophug ( http://groophug.originalfools.com )is having a meetup and ALL are invited. the theme is hawaiian luau, so come dressed if you can. and if you can't, then come anyway... should be fun. three bands are playing: a Surprise Guest, also Greg Doyle (of Hipsun) and local solo act Jeremy Stilgenbauer. drinks and food are are byob... however, the usual beer runs are expected, so bring some cash just in case. for more info: http://groophug.originalfools.com/fest0727.html hope to see you there! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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