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Sinister: i share a birthday with sinister, dontcha know?
by michael grant 26 Jul '02

26 Jul '02

hello y'all. i share a birthday with sinister, dontcha know? well, at least i think i do. 27th august, yeah? wow. i feel so special. and struan's birthday is only two days before that. :o) now you all have no excuse for not getting me nice shiny presents. i am also hijacking the august nationalpopleague for my birthday purposes. come one, come all, dance and be merry. (and if you can't wait that long, then how about tonight?) apologies to all who replied to my last post. i meant to reply after having spoken to my little boy, but that hasn't happened yet. the fates are conspiring against me. every time we plan to meet and *talk*, something comes up. dinner with my grandparents, his boss being arrested for fraud, his friends turning up, etc, etc.... i am happy now though. :o) i haven't cried in a while, and although i had a bad day on wednesday, i've been giddy like a schoolgirl most of the time. i just want the ambiguity and awkwardness to go away, and to get on with being friends. i think i can handle that, as long as i get to see him often. im coming up with new and interesting ways of having to go see him. yesterday i decided to send a letter to my friend who's in bolivia for the summer, (he works in a post office). today im thinking of sending a postcard to a friend in america. this is what i dont want though. to seem like a stalker. i just want to be friends, but until i talk to him he won't know what i want. and i won't/don't have a clue what he's thinking. i was supposed to be going to the cinema with him tonight before popleague, but he's cancelled on me (im trying not to let the paranoia get to me. he cancelled cos he's tired, not because he hates me. im pretty sure). it's just so frustrating. i had convinced myself all would be well once i had talked to him. and although i still kind of believe that, im doubting it more as the time passes. i will make sure i talk to him soon. im just not sure when that will be. but thanks to everyone who emailed to let me know what they thought, or just to wish me good luck. it did kinda rekindle my passion for sinister. not that i had started to dislike you, or anything, of course not. it's just that when i joined i had this rush of passion about you. so new, so interesting, so inspiring, like i had found something i was missing all my life. and then, just through familiarity, no fault of yours, my dearest sinister, it becomes the norm. and although posts can still make my heart leap, there wasn't that same spark about it that i used to feel. it's the same with anything though. change for change's sake is a good thing. however wonderful your life is, if you dont change it about a bit, or find new, interesting facets to it, it will drift into routine. it's the edinburgh picnic tomorrow. hope there shall be a bumper crowd. i am working all afternoon, so might not be there til later on, so dont start any of the debauchery til i get there, you hear me? good. did anybody hear belle and sebastian on the radio? (i think there might be a song in there somewhere) i did not, unforunately. i was coming back from a flathunting trip to edinburgh (where i managed to bump into caitlin) and when i realised i wouldnt make it back for the start, i hung about the centre of glasgow. just couldn't face going back to see the family. *cringe* i need to move out very very quickly. shouldnt be too long now though. but just cos i wasnt there doesnt mean to say i cant listen to it. i am actually doing so as i type. to listen, go here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel/index.shtml well, i do have many more interesting things to say, but ive just received a phone call telling me im needed in work early. so better go. hope all is well with everyone, and thanks again for all your help/advice/other. shall see some of you tonight at the ol' popleague, i hope. and some tomorrow at the picnic. hope everyone has a good weekend. michael, smiling at the world.xx "get out of your apartment. meet a member of the opposite sex. stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. quit your job. start a fight. prove your alive. if you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic." - tyler durden. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Re: Sinister: It's A Good Guess - But It's Not Right
by Brian McNeill 26 Jul '02

26 Jul '02

yeah the harmonies were kinda like the neil from the 70's . . . My tape copy of it screwed up so if anybody can give me a copy i'd be very grateful . . . brian _________________________________________________________________ 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: Deinburgh Picnic Reminder
by Gordon 26 Jul '02

26 Jul '02

Hello folks. Just a quick reminder for those in the vicinity of Auld Reekie this weekend: place: Scott Monument, Princess Street Gardens, Edinburgh time: 2.30pm, Saturday 27th July event: Picnic! Idleberry, Pigtails and I went on a wee rekkie the other week (a pub crawl actually, in the rain) and found a cosy wee bar called the Cumberland. It's at the east end of Cumberland Street in Edinburgh's New Town (Cumberland Street runs parallel to Princes' Street, some 8 streets to the north) and has a shady little beer garden. Since it is the only bar that responded positively to our query 'are dogs allowed in?' (yes, but no white handbags, hehe), we figured that it would an ideal place to visit after the picnic 'proper' if our canine friend Belle happens to be coming along. However, since it is a fair walk from the originally mooted picnic location at the big gold fountain, we may revise where we sit in Princes' Street Gardens. In short, if you're arriving after the 2.30pm meet up, give me a ring on 07780 914106 and I'll set you straight. Hope to see you there! Gordon P.S. The weather forecast is good : ) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: It's A Good Guess - But It's Not Right
by P F 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

Tonight the pop group BELLE & SEBASTIAN are playing songs on the radio. They are playing in John Peel's 2nd bathroom. (I've played in one or two of those meself, albeit not Peel's.) I heard a bit of a song earlier. It started off a lot like 'The Boy With The Arab Strap ' - suspiciously like it. Then it developed a different aspect, more like 70S WHO. No, not really. It was like 70S NEIL YOUNG. The harmonies were utterly Canadian in that limited sense. I believe that a correspondent on this list will be able to confirm this. The song was not that bad, really. Even I was a tad taken by it, and that's unusual. Stuart Murdoch said it was called 'Roy Walker'. That's fair enough, but rather 2nd-hand. A long time ago, around 1991, I used to watch Roy Walker meself. I wonder whether he has become less, how you say, happening, since then. More importantly, I once saw Roy on the television programme CATCHPHRASE talking to a lady who guessed that the clue meant 'no sugar in my tea'. I decided to write a song called that myself. But somewhere along the line, the title changed. The question is, to what did it change? If anyone can remember, perhaps they could let me know. The COMMONWEALTH GAMES have been opening, in surprisingly exciting, at times spectacular, and occasionally glamorous fashion. Barry Davies has done his homework. If only he'd done mine, I might have achieved more than a B in GCSE Mathematics, those many years ago. The other day I saw someone a bit more interesting than le Murdoch, namely LLOYD COLE. He was playing on his own: 20 of his own songs and the usual unnecessary addition from Leonard Cohen, which Lloyd inevitably announced as the best of the night. I guess you need a high estimate of your own work to stand up - or even, like Lloyd, sit down - and play 20 of your own songs. Maybe Lloyd likes his songs almost as much as I like them. At one point he said they were all the same. He was half-right at worst. Earlier on, he'd said the event was mistakenly called MUSIC MAKERS 2002, as he was actually a MUSIC MAKER 1986. That's my kind of talk. __________________________________________________ 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: life is confusing, but saturday is nothing but fun
by bus stoppers 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

hi all :) i hate it when this happens. i had so many a thing that i wanted to write, and now i can't remember. uber-lame. well, maybe then i should just push the whole picnic thing then. GO. To. The. PICNIC. ! rachel has blue hair, and mine is an orangy-red color thing. like rainbow bright and her crew, or maybe the care bears without all the fur. i'm even going to wear my floppy white hat. i think. know what else is weird? i have been missing almost everyone lately. my parents were in town for their eye doctor appointments and so we went to dinner the other night, on my lunch break from work. when they were leaving, i didn't want to let go of them. that has never happened in my whole life. it was weird. but nice. part of it too might be because my mother and i are having health problems and i'm really worried about her. she is diabetic. the doctor told her that her eyes were hemorroging (how the hell do you spell that?) and such. we told each other that we are worried about each other. we told each other not to worry. but i'm your mother. but i'm your daughter. that night, i felt like making up for the 21 years lost. the 21 years of "hating" my mom. i want to make it up to her. she's kinda sick, with no cure. she even made a pubic hair joke. my mom is awesome. also, i miss people that are in my life, but far away. or not far away. or even people i have never met, but i miss them too. going through this new phase of learning...learning my country's fucked up history, a bit of anarchy, and a bit of the bullshit family 'stuff'...it's kinda like a painful adolesence. kinda. i'm not a terrorist. i'm not an anarchist. and i don't think i completely hate my family. i think that i just hate the disgusting parts of history that never should have happened. i think that human nature (the whole nobody's perfect argument) fucks good theories and ideas up. and i hate family 'politics'. i'm reading: "a people's history of the united states" and "days of war, nights of love" and "h.p. and the sorceror's stone". i'm going crazy. (i don't really know where harry potter fits in with getting my head fucked with, but i'm reading it all the same.) and i'm female. i have the hormones and normal female bitchiness-craziness to deal with too. sigh. at least i'm not a boy. being a girl can be fun. i promise. that point that one reaches when they finally see something that they never knew before, but somehow knew that they were searching for it...it's a beautiful moment. and i hope it starts to happening often more. love and love and love, sara p.s...don't forget about saturday!!! ===== 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: A reminder for radio 1 tonight
by christopher.leonard1＠ntlworld.com 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

Hey! Just a reminder that Belle and Sebastian are live on radio 1 tonight see, http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel/thisweek/20020722_peel.shtml#sess3 . You can listen to it on the modern interweb and everything. I trust all is well with you, Chris Leonard www.sleekasounds.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 was looking for a job and then i found a job
by Thomas Henderson 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

hello, heavens knows i'm miserable now. she said the ultimatum again last night, if i leave the job i can forget her too. i need to be miserable to be happy. i asked her if i made her unhapppy, she said yes. i asked her if she would be more unhappy without me, she said shed get over it. i thought this translated to she would be happier without me. aparently not. she cried this morning when she dropped me off. she was shouting at me because she was going to be late to pick up the other girl for work. she stopped outside my house and i went to get out then she asked for a peck on the cheek, i obliged. she cried. i thought about it last night, doing it. it's something i could never do. i only thought about it. i said i'd do it. people who say they'll do it never do. my gran tried to do it once, she was one who threatened it too. she knew what she was doing. she knew she wasn't doing it right. she took a lot of valium, she knew they'd only make her sleep, and not eternaly. she knew what she was doing. so i'll not be swimming, i'll just be hanging around at the harbour waiting on my little own water taxi to come pick me up, you never know quite when they're going to come for you. oh well, for the speciffic attention of anyone who remembers: even if the dolphin had lost it's porpoise in life, what would you prefer dolphins or jam? re: jokes; q what happens if you put whiskey on your lawn? a it grows half cut. q how did darth vader know what luke skywalker was getting for his christmas? a he felt his pressence a(2) for people who already know the joke) he's his dad of course he knows what he got for christmas oh well, i'm off to be sad and eyeore like again i quite like that actually. luv eyeore, in a smiths tshirt tom xxx. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Insensitivity a speciality. Oh, and another epic.
by idleberry 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

there seems to be a lot of glum virtual faces at the moment in sinister. All with broken hearts and broken things to mend. So I thought I'd cheer you up with a joke I can remember, which seems strangely fitting right now. What with all the water and depressing references floating (excsue the pun) around at the moment. This is for anyone needing a smile. Q. Why did the dolphin commit suicide? A. Because it had lost its porpoise in life. Ahem. Well, while so many of you have lost your smiles, I lost my voice. I'M ON HOLIDAY! and guess what happened? as well as my hayfever going mental I got a heavy cold. Yesterday I was squeaking. Today I am coughing. And I got ill on my holidays. Ach well, I'll have more holidays. And probably more colds. Just ideally, not together. **************************************************** My parents are about to go on their annual trip to the North of Norway. For those of you who don't know, my mum is from the North of Norway. If you ever get out a map, you'll see it, its a place called Finmark. You want to find an island called Loppa. Her village is near there. I guess the easiest way to get an idea is if youlook at this map. http://www.ansi-turistservice.no/kart_ansi.htm I guess, I take a lot of things for granted. I was e mailing someone off list the other day, and telling them all about Norway. About the things you can see. Reindeer sitting at the side of the road, watching the cars go past. Sometimes you see a white reindeer, with pink velvet antlers. Or all the tunnels, going through the mountains. And the fiords. And the houses. The houses made of timber, and painted, usually in contrasting colours, with thick tar over the roof, rather than tiles (mostly.) so you might see a red house with white trim around the windows and roof overhang and the doors. And how you get some houses, in the south, which are maybe only one storey. And n the roofs, grows grass and small bushes or evn trees. And in the summer you can see goats grazing on the grass, cos hey, you wouldn't take a lawn mower up there. Or if you go up high in the mountains, and you get runners, and cyclists, and hikers, going up mountains higher than Ben Nevis. Through the snow walls, which even in summer might be over 7 foot high. And the glaciers you see, and the hotels. Some of the hotels remind me of the kind in James Bond Films, in ski resorts in the Swiss Alps. And then you get the old fashioned toilets, which I never liked. They're in these huts, you see, which are usually beautifully decorated, with hand painted wooden carvings and such, and a little net curtain over the window to hide your modesty. But these toilets. Basically, its a unit, like a wooden unit, across one side of the little hut. And it has a hole in it. And this hole goes into a pit. And sometimes you get communal toilets (Ally McBeal? pff. The Vikings were so ahead of their times). with lots of holes going into pits together. Anyway, me being me, I resented the fact that really, there was no flush mechanism. And the fear of falling through didn't bear thinking about. And the wildlife. The Elk, or moose, as people sometimes call them, get drunk. And go charging into cars. They eat rotten apples and this ferments in their stomachs. Thus, they get cider. And they get drunk. My mum is from a tiny little village in the far north, where people make their money from fishing mostly. You have to drive there, even if you flew to the nearest airport, you'd have to drive for about a day or so. And take the ferry, becuase its too mountainous to reach by road, and theres too many glaciers anyway. Then theres the 15km drive from the harbour to my grans old house. None of the buildings are old up there. The Nazis burnt them down, when they fled from the Russians at the end of the second world war, leaving thousands of people without a home. My aunt was born in a shed, and christened immediately, in the cold winter, beucase they didn't think she would survive. I think I read somewhere about a hundred people had to shelter under an upturned fishing boat that winter. There were no houses. No possessions. Nothing was left. So all the houses are pretty much of the same design, and same age. Sometimes, we'd go to my grans old childhood home.All thats left is the stones where the building was, and melted glass. And theres a rusting old German landing ship there too. I've never been brave enough to look inside though. So what is there to do in this tiny village? Theres one pub that seems to accidentally burn down every couple of years. No police. One health visitor. A post office, based in someones cellar, that is open between 10 - 4 week days, and closes at midday on a Saturday. It takes 5 - 10 days for post to get to this village. 5 days if its national mail, 10 days if its international. A little church yard, where all my ancestors are buried, and the graves face out to sea. In the winter, the clergyman puts a little candlelit lantern on the graves on Christmas Eve. well if you've got cable tv, great. If not? One channel. Comes into service at 6pm every night. NRK1. It shows all those wacky Brit hits, like Allo Allo! and Waiting For God. The presenters look stuck in the 1950s. Saturdays, as I recall, was Lollipop! which was this show, where people, usually older generations, got dressed up in teddy boy outfits and came onto the show, which had the set of this American 50's diner. And they did their best Norwegian Elvis impressions. After a while of no decent TV, it became a staple part of viewing. We used to go fishing. My uncle would take us out in my grandfathers rowing boat, and my cousin, who was a meanie, would dangle flapping fish in my hair. Or berry picking, in the mountains with my mum. And get eaten alive by the mygg (mosquitoes) and clegg (horsefly). Or swimming. I remember when I was about 15, me and this girl, Silje, cycling down to the lake at midnight. This was midnight sun territory, and in such a tiny vilage, there was no danger or crime at all. So we cycled down to the lake, and it was incredible, we sat on the decking, built by the local council for sunbathing, and wondered whether to go in. Just watching the steam rise from the lake, in the shadow of an enormous mountain, and you can see a glacier, glistening behind you in sunlight, the midnight sun that seems to bob on the horizon of the North. Being there, at midnight, when it is still warm enough only to need a t shirt and shorts. And realising that this is all 500 miles north of the artic circle. Thats a pretty incredible thing to consider. Silje was my childhood friend. Although I say friend very loosely. She was another kid who went to the same place, at the same time, and her mother and my aunt were childhood friends. She was a right old bossy boots. She used to come over, and I would try and bore her to death so she wouldn't drag me along on one of her ideas. Sometimes I'd go and hide in the woods. Or even the cellar if I was desperate. But she sought me out, found me, and it never dawned on her I was hiding from her. Her cousin was Pal in A-Ha, and she would always go on, and on, and on, and on, and on about him. When we got to fifteen though, her English had improved. And we found things in common to discuss, like boys, and music. She lked Take That, and Robbie Williams (she'd call him Wobbie Williams though) and I gave her some poster of Robbie I got with my summer issue of Just 17. She repaid me in turn, with a poster of Brett Anderson. And we bonded. I didn't try to hide from her, and I was quite sad when she left tht summer. It was a pretty good summer for both of us really, as friends. It never got better than that summer. It only deteriorated. But I remember we cycled down to the old primary school, that had been converted into flats. There was a seventeen year old boy living there, that she liked. And I sat under the flag pole in the playground, while she walked back and forth, showing me how the catwalk models sauntered, pouting and wiggling. Every so often she'd smile at me, and her eyes would light up, and she'd hiss "is he looking?" and that was my cue to flick my eyes, so carefully, to see if he was watching. We stayed there for about an hour, while she sauntered, back and forth, walking like the supermodels do on the catwalk, and I kept a look out for this poor bloke. We cycled down to the lake one day, me and Silje, and she was wearing this tiny bikini with a tiny white bathing robe over the top. I stuck to my shorts, t shirt and ever faithful Doc Marten boots and tortoiseshell John Lennon tyle sunglasses. She thought this guy would be there, and cycled in kitten heel mules. Given that most paths there are stoney, and aren't paths at all, more tracks, this seemed a little daft to me. But that was Silje. Going for the glamour puss knock-em dead approach. She did it all. The loud laugh, as if someone had said something fantastically witty. The bright red lipstick when she was going up into the mountains. The french hair roll thing to go to the minimarket and buy butter for her mum. Just in case she saw him. I remember him still, from the once or twice I spied him. He had very blonde hair, all spikey. And he was quite thin and lean, but really tanned. And Silje, she always reminded me of younger Diana Rigg. But this guy never seemed that impressed. Not even when Silje took to doing Cartwheels. In her bikini. She was always a bit of a show off. When she was young, she said she wanted to be Danish,like her dad. When she was 19, she met a boy from Mexico or Brazil or somewhere like that, and learnt Spanish, and went to Latin nights, to shake her thang. She wanted to emmigrate with him back to South America. She was never quite happy with who she was, or being Norwegian. She was always bossy. And if she fell out with someone (usually, when we were kids, her cousin Karen) I wasn't allowed to be friends with Karen either. But I ignored Silje and saw Karen anyway. And Silje would want me to report back. And there was never anything to say to her. And when we were older, when I went to Norway to go to uni, Silje said I couldn't be friends with certain people. And when I told her I wasn't playing childish games anymore, and I'd choose my own friends on their own merits despite her history with them, she never spoke to me again. Those friends are past and gone now, and those people are left behind in my life. Not going to tell Silje that though. When she ignores me, its easier than having to hide. ;) Love idles ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ 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: she's gone
by ian 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

(hello everyone. this was going to be a mail about something else, but then it wasn't. so it isn't. such is life xx ian) ------------------------------------------------------------------- this is a cartoon, so the sails don't flap in the wind. they waggle up and down, the ship pitches violently, and occasionally the tide wobbles, as if it were moving. it isn't very convincing. but its enough for the boy sitting on the pier. he's tired. tired of many things. tired of sadness, tired of dreaming... but, most of all, tired of looking for his dog. he lost her. and he doesn't think she's ever coming back. moving awkwardly, the way cartoon boys do, he pulls his knees up against his chin and whispers 'she's gone' to the breeze to noone in particular. he hopes that his words will be carried somewhere, to a desert island where a sad girl sits all alone, dreaming of a cartoon lover. but they aren't. they sink, into the ocean, as such words often do. (most of the time, this is fortunate. it is the best place for them. people who whisper words out to sea generally do not want a reply) he remembers how they used to sit here together, watching the same ship sailing, day after day, going nowhere in particular, just pitching, violently, and waggling its sails. in his world. in his magical cartoon world, where nothing ever changed. and now? 'she's gone.' he believes he can cope without her. he even believes he might be stronger without her. but he'll never be the same again. the sky shines the same pale blue it always shines. sebastian stands, stares out at the sea for a moment longer, and goes to meet his new friends at the end of the pier, where he steps out of the cartoon, into the sharpness of a Real World. everything has changed, as it must. and somewhere, on a long-forgotten beach, belle the dog licks idly at a gentle wave before turning, and stepping gingerly back up the sand. alone. and, perhaps, happier that way. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA MEET UP. ANYONE?
by Ben Apps 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

Well crap, hell, doody, boob on a shingle. So if ANYONE else is interested me and Rachel Fruitloop and Sara Bus Stoppers are having a little meet up on Saturday at 3pm at Santa Monica Palisades park. We'll be standing under the big sign that says 'Boats, Fishing and stuff' (or something) on the entrance to the pier. We'll be easy to spot courtesy of Rachel's blue hair. Email me or just turn up! I'm gonna bring my newly created Star Wars Lego Chess Set which really is the dogs proverbials! and food and drink which will be freely available to all revellers. Ack I've just somehow put a crick in me neck So I feel like Johnny 5 from short circuit. I find myself involuntarily launching into a monologue along the lines of: You know I reek! With my games freedom pass I've had zero time to shower myself with BOOM tough acting Tinactin, Limasol can't say that, NO WAY. That's right, our claim representitives are standing by 24 hours a day. Great a talking geiko! AAAAAARRRRGGHHH! Yes I'm spending a lot of time watching daytime cable TV. Um, anyone else who bought the Flaiming Lips new record notice how track 1 sounds like Cat Stevens/Boyzone "Father and Son"? No, just me then. Here's a fun game you can play: Tap out the melody to a Belle and Sebastian song on a friend's arm, while you sing the same song silently to yourself. No humming though, that's cheating. A shout out to my little bro who my mother tells me might be heading out to hook up with the SUDAN Sinister massive for a year! Cheerio and summers wasting Ben xXx _________________________________________________________________ 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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