March 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: getting what you want is a positive result
by Kieran Devaney 14 Mar '03

14 Mar '03

Yesterday I was walking from the Arts Tower after a seminar and I asked the person I was with if she knew what the dry slope skiing place was, obviously I didnt phrase the question quite like that, that would be silly. But remember how long and arduous was my search to find out quite what that place was? I wrote about it earlier. Well she turned and looked at the hill and said Oh, you mean the ski village?. I was, like, so annoyed. It was a good seminar though - choice quote from one of the students went like this Getting what you want is a positive result, but a positive result is not always getting what you want. which I, naturally, found hilarious, though my giggling was caught short by the fact that no one else got the joke at all. Philistines. I want that quote on a tee shirt though, it encapsulates a great deal of my world view. Of course Im sure what he said made perfect or near-perfect sense in his mind, I can hardly comment myself - how often have I rattled off some sentence which, at my end at least, is articulate, insightful and well constructed, only to have it meet with blank looks? Quite often. Trains are great. I cant imagine spending the whole train journey stuck in the toilets with five other people, dreading every little bleep of the PA or shuffle outside the door. You just miss too much. Its a shame. Its so nice to be able to sit there and watch things unfold - distant fields pooled in sunlight through gaps in the clouds and the corpses of trees punctuating fields. And the architecture - the skewiff spire on Chesterfield Cathedral, the pre-packed non-buildings with mirror windows and rows and rows of identical cars in the carparks. Mondeos. My dad just bought a mondeo, our old car was cream-crackered so he bought that to replace it. He loves it. Hes selling our old red fiesta which wont pass its MOT in the bargain pages on Friday, only cheap if youre interested, its the welding thatll cost he says, so if you could do that yourself youll be in for a bargain - four good tyres and a newish battery on it. On the way back into Birmingham you go through a place called Castle Vale, or you do on the way back from Sheffield anyway, and as we passed through there, through the pillars holding up the road I could see the place where I used to have hockey training two years or so ago, and since it was a Wednesday afternoon, the people training there would have to have been people from my old school. Imagine those poor souls, out there on the sandy Astroturf (and hey, Astroturf is a proper noun now!), freezing hands, blunted as their sticks. I dont think even I can properly appreciate how glad I was to give up hockey when I got the chance. But it was good to see that I suppose. You know Id love to tell you more about being made to play hockey when I was fifteen, how I asked the PE teacher if I could quit because I wasnt any good and I hated it and then next year he put me in the school team! My school had a history of losing hockey matches. Not deliberately though. I used to avoid the ball, there was an art to that, it was noble in a way, I was making a comment. A couple of people posted about chess the other day, I much prefer chess to hockey - the competitive element never really bothered me, it occurs to me that much of life has that to it, your average conversation has those undertones. When I was in the cubs I won the district chess championship once, and then got hammered in the counties, thats what things were like. I got to keep the trophy for a whole year which was good, we had it on the dresser in the living room. Chess is great. A bit of a moral tale for you now, just the other day the University English Department saw fit to hand out leaflets to all the students about the dangers and moral implications of plagiarism, how bad it is and how bad it will be for you if you get caught at it. Usually I dont take much notice of these things but the text was worded in such a way that it hinted towards an and worst of all youll be cheating *yourself* conclusion, though wasnt quite ungainly enough to use that particular phraseology, which made me think about back when I was in year nine at school and we were studying Shakespeares Julius Caesar for our SATS (to Americans reading this English SATS are, from my rudimentary knowledge of the American educational system quite different from the ones which you will be familiar with, I wont go into detail here though, there are bound to be websites). SATS at the time were a relatively new proposition (in fact we might have been the first year to do them, dont quote me on that) and back in 1998 a grammar school like mine, precariously placed amongst the newish new Labour government was keen to do well, to affirm its status, to show other schools what we were made of. And we did, as it goes, this story has a protracted happy ending some months after the actual ending when we take the exams and the results are published and then later when the grammar schools dont get shut down by Labour, though that might not be the happiest part about it really. So in English we were drilled by our mimsy teacher on Julius Caesar, and specifically the two scenes which we would be examined on, which if I recall rightly were Act III Scene II, where Anthony makes his famous speech, and another in Act V, which I cant remember anything about at all. Up to the point where this story takes place I really liked our English teacher then, I think she left a year or so afterwards which was a shame, but if we take the story as starting here then I, though quiet and quite straightforward in my essay writing at this point, did have the seed of an admiration for her occasional strayings into the unorthodox - I remember another time that year when she was teaching us John Wyndhams The Crysalids and she, almost as though the class, which was I shall add, some thirty odd fourteen year old boys, launched into a lengthy, impassioned diatribe about the sort of stereotypes that she felt women were unfairly expected to live up to. All of which seemed wholly strange to my own fourteen year old ears, but strange and intriguing. So the story starts then with us being set an essay on Julius Caesar to do for homework, which I and everyone else duly did and handed in. A week or so later we got the essays back - I cant remember anything about the details of what the essay was about, or how I fared or how any of my friends fared, what sticks in my mind is that after the customary period where everyone compares marks and comments our teacher quieted the class and asked one boy if hed mind reading out his essay, as it was a fine example of the sort of writing we should be doing in our exam and an excellent answer to the question. The boy, who was a clever kid, one of those whose report card would have decent marks across the board, everything from chemistry to art, which wasnt really so hard in year nine, but he got a grudging respect for it from us all, which might have had something to do with him being good at football too. Not caring for football I also remember not liking him much myself, though that wasnt solely to do with the football thing, he was arrogant I thought, and I think I was right, he still was when I last saw him, perhaps still is. At the teachers words he blushed though, seemed reluctant, What mark did he get miss? asked someone, Oh, an A of course she answered, perhaps I could read it out then, would that be better?. He still didnt look too keen, but he could hardly refuse and so the book was handed over. You know that reading voice that English teachers tend to have? A sort of tender tone, never mocking or snide, with gentle, unforced inflections - she began to read his essay in that tone with nary a pause or stumbled over word to disrupt the flow. We listened. Begrudgingly I gave him credit - his prose was certainly very adept, very mature and slick, quite professional sounding, and his points were concise and fairly insightful, backed up nicely with choice quotes from the text. It was a good sounding essay. Some people were even taking notes. I thought that was going a bit too far. Now, there were other kids that I disliked in my class at school and one of them, a particularly cruel boy, gawky and ungainly in appearance with a real malicious streak to him happened to be sitting on the same table as I was in this particular lesson. As the reading continued he seemed to be suddenly finding this nice essay highly amusing, I glanced up at him to find him looking at a copy of the York Notes for Julius Caesar - you know those awful guidebook things which take you by the hand and drag you through a text? He had one of those, Ive never been too keen on those at all, even in year nine I knew how rubbish they were. But still, he was giggling away and looking at his York Notes, even nudged the person next to him and pointed at the book, following a line with his finger, that person began to laugh as well. I couldnt fathom it, what was so funny? Well typically, as it tends to do the gossip soon spread across the table and then the whole classroom, the boy whose essay it was, who I then turned to was blushing profusely, unable to keep his eyes on one spot. Someone showed me the York Notes, it was open to the page covering the bit of the text we had to write the essay on, his finger traced along a line, the teachers voice coolly intoning the very same words printed on the page - he had copied them! And not just those! The whole essay was just that, culled directly and unedited from the notes, copied straight out into his English book. The classroom fizzed and popped with murmurs and comments, only the boy who had written the essay, or not written it kept silent, the teacher ignored us though and carried on right to the end, never raising her meek voice one jot. As soon as she finished there was general uproar, people waving copies of York Notes around at her and pointing to various spots with grubby fingers. Have you seen this miss? came the cries, but she uninterestedly batted them all away, I dont care where he got his ideas. she said. Some of us, not least the boy sitting opposite me, the cruel one, the one for whom the word schadenfreude might well have been custom built were outraged, up in arms, you mean she wasnt going to change his mark? Give him detention? No, the grade would stand, that was the end of it. It was incredible! Even I myself felt a pang of injustice, I who prided myself on distancing from classroom politics. The bell went and in the corridors down to our next lesson, which I believe was French, all eyes and voices turned on the boy, some in ironic admiration, patting his back, others caustic and testy. I didnt join in. To his credit he laughed them all off with as much good humour as he could muster, though he walked shakily across the playground towards French class and his voice did crack a little and he did blanche at the barrage of questions. I remember then in the following days in various conversations about how unfair it was that he had gotten away with this, and I couldnt help but concur. It wasnt until much later, maybe years later when the event was dragged up again, as it was with some frequency that I saw how well he had been punished, and how cruelly too. Read a year nine essay. Read a copy of York Notes. Of course our English teacher had, but how serious a crime is plagiarism? And does any crime warrant such a calculating public humiliation? I dont care where he got his ideas. she had said, had grinned at our naïve protestations - how could she not know? How could she not care? We had thought. But of course she knew and cared far better than all of us. How easy it would have been to just tell him off, maybe give him detention for doing that, and maybe even tell him off in front of the class, warn us about plagiarism. But that wouldve been forgotten in mere minutes. Who could match her tiny voice, gently reading the sinful text out to the class? Someone picks up on a phrase that they recall reading in preparation from the essay, they pick up their York Notes to see if it was from that and find not just that, but the whole thing, a duplicate of whats being read. He spreads the word, and when we tell the teacher she doesnt care! Just dismisses it, he gets to keep his unearned top grade, while the rest of us worked significantly harder and probably didnt do as well. Vengeance and justice had to be ours, our scorn had to take the place of the teachers, because she wasnt interested. And it was a quiet, hurtful grudge that the class bore, which occasionally bubbled to the surface and which burned right to the core of that boy, minutes etched onto him and borne out through occasional looks, occasional comments. Id like to say he was a different person afterwards, but he wasnt, it doesnt work quite as well as that, but almost, and perhaps for just a few minutes on the way to French class and then again whenever it popped up in conversation and hed awkwardly laugh it off, or grin and say nothing, perhaps then there was a change. And thats easily enough. - Kieran p.s. Sorry if I owe you email or anything like that, the above is to blame. I'll get on to writing them tomorrow hopefully. p.p.s I do wholeheartedly endorse Ken's reading aid. I considered putting the above through it before sending, but that would sort of defeat the purpose of the website. Consider this the hardcorists version. _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? 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Sinister: riffed out!
by Brian McNeill 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

Can anyone provide me with a cd-r of the Thrum album 'Rifferama' featuring the lovely monica queen. As my Lp has bit teh dust and It's deleted now. i shall provide the bLANKS AND POSTAGE THANKS BRIAN _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Change of heart on the horsies
by Hewitt, Stephen 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

Ok, so yesterday I said: I have decided not to recommend any horses this year as this was clearly putting some sort of voodoo on me betting HOWEVER, that was before I saw today's runner and riders and there was no way I could not... 2.00 KEN'S DREAM (no really) 2.35 Deano's Beano 3.15 (ie the BIG ONE, the gold cup) Best Mate Ken's Dream seems to be a 50-1 shot, and could well be beaten by Red Wine (the second favourite), so no change there then :) Got to have deano as well (no mention of hairy caves however...) and, after all, yer all me besht mates :) Looking at the odds in the morning papers if you did an acculumator on these three and they all won you would win about £1500 from a £1 stake, which is nice... Will this do Lucy? xoxo Steve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Reaching Primrose Hill. A Sinister Ink Polaroid.
by Stefano [Steady-State] 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

We were walking quietly over the path which would have lead us to the top of the hill. Passing by a series of pastel colour painted houses, I see a bright light shining in the eyes. She turned at me and said the day she will win the lottery we would have moved and stayed in one of those houses. then she pointed her finger to an coloured in indigo. In that there would be room for everyone we love, she added. I think we stopped walking and stood for a single second, looking at the Victorian buildings, immersed by the mild and soft spring sun. She smiled and we were back on our way. I just wished I would have believed that all that was going to happen, the mush she did. Ill buy a lottery ticket today. Take care. Your, Stefano ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Don't leave the laser on stun baby
by Kenneth P Y Chu 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

I can either be a miserable old git or be fun, and I like F!U!N!, so I'm going to post about FUN things today! ------------------------------------ KIERAN DEVANEY EMAIL READER! Had problems reading Kieran's excellent emails due to lack of Paragraph Breaks? Look no further! Try the KIERAN DEVANEY EMAIL READING AID! http://redbulldozers.8bit.co.uk/readaid.html Copy and Paste in an email and click on "Transform..."!! Wow. Give it a try yourself! It's endorsed by Mr Kieran himself! ------------------------------------ WORLD DOMINATION So, what fun have I had recently! I kinda have to scrape the barrel a little bit because I haven't been going out too often. I enjoyed several fun games of RISK lately with my flatmates, and I think I'm getting pretty good at it! I even won a game the other night, all I have to say is, George Bush's pre-emptive striking technique worked a treat in three turns I have managed World Domination. ------------------------------------ GEEKARAMA And my geek adventure continues! not only have I bought a new computer and has been playing with it muchos, I have now NETWORKED the old computer with the new computer, and now they are NETWORKED, and regularly have cocktail parties with each other and talk about investments. And then! I found the best website in the world!! FLASH FLASH REVOLUTION!!!! http://www.ffrserver2.com/indexwrap.html ------------------------------------ CARSMILE STEVE Wants to go bowling, next email will have the DETAILS of the BOWLING EVEN THAT IS COMING UP SOON! (probably 5th April!) Watch this space | | \|/ v _________ | | | | | | |_________| Okay you can stop watching now. (until the next post) Ken p.s.: Thank fuck for that! etc. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Messenger - fast, easy and FREE! http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Cobham 0 - 5 AFC Wimbledon
by Mark Casarotto 12 Mar '03

12 Mar '03

Gah. Dear Sinister, READ THE FAQ. Even you, Peter Miller, Stuart Gardiner and the other much-beloved dinosaurs. It's amazing how easy it is to forget how things are meant to work on this list. I apologise for being snarky in my last post, but I was not being rude without reason. Sinister is about looking out for each other, and occasionally that means pointing people back in the right direction if they head off the right track. I know it seldom requires the "nasty cop" routine (see apology above), but I'm approaching my 6th year on the list, and I have a fair idea what goes and what doesn't, even if the latter is sometimes me. What certainly doesn't is insulting someone by arbitrarily comparing them to a group of people they have nothing in common with and have never met. Joanne, I'd sort out that chip on your shoulder, it's unbecoming and it's dripping grease down your front. I notice on my Yahoo account that there is the opportunity to send money with this email. If I did so, would you have to share it amongst yourselves or would all 1,400 of you reap a separate windfall? In other news, I'm back in the USA. I like it here. Denver's glorious spring sunshine has already turned my pate a shade of uncommon pink, and the somehow-much-better-than-in-the-UK Dr Pepper is regulatin' muh bowels splendidly, especially when augmented with vanilla. I have watched my first ever game of lacrosse, too, cheering as the victorious Denver University Pioneers crushed the hapless Bisons (I didn't get where they were from) 11-8. Go Pioneers! I am even contemplating getting a DU hooded top. Is that so wrong? I also met some old-skool sinisterines in New York City on my way. They rock, a lot, and I owe two of them in particular a big thank you. And I've now seen snow in NY. A major desire in my yank-culture list of must-dos can now be crossed off. Standing at Somerville, NJ train station the other day I saw a pool of vomit. As everyone knows, vomit must obligatorily contain pieces of carrot, regardless of the diet of the vomitor. Not this puddle. Framed attractively in the centra was AN ENTIRE, LARGE CARROT. It's a crazy, crazy world. DV, how was the better, more nicer and fun B&S list meet-up? I hope there'll be a full report. Signing off, your man in CO, Mark xxxxx __________________________________________________ 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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by Matt Campbell 12 Mar '03

12 Mar '03

Hello Sinister, All this gig and festival talk lately is really starting to depress me. I currently don't have a penny to my name and i'm trying to find my happy place any time the B&S/Delgados gig is mentioned. Not only that but glastonbury is fast approaching and the line up for that Barcelona festival is looking startingly good AND Ladytron are playing in town in a few weeks time. Ah well I think thats plenty moaning for one e-mail, i'll find someway to be there. One plus point of being skint though is my rediscovery of something that I had taken for granted for too long; daytime TV. To think that I disregarded even occasionally mocked what is now such a dear and close friend. Richard Whiteley, Richard and Judy and Dick Van Dyke I would like to thank you all for the joy and laughter you have provided for me in these past few weeks. I sometimes wish it was ok to be really rude. Example: I was in a bar the other day and passed by this guy who I just caught saying to his mate ".....but by the time we returned the boat had already burned to the ground." I really, really wanted to blatently listen to his conversation but after a moments hesitation my good conciense managed to drag me over to where i was originally going. Ever since i've been wishing I heard more. Next time i hear something interesting i'm going to fight common decency and listen in, maybe even add to the conversation. Goodbye Matt xx __________________________________________________ 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: bad habits
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 12 Mar '03

12 Mar '03

Last night I was awoken by a terrible din outside my kitchen window. I at first assumed it was the small noisy baby who seems to be in some way related to my downstairs neighbour, out for a moonlight crawl in the garden. But unless it had grown wings and was vigorously beating them against the wall (and I wouldn't put it past it) this was something else. My next thought was 'bloody Ian', naturally. And it was, in a way. I opened the window and immediately a small nun flew in and collapsed on top of the toaster. At least, I thought it was a small nun, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a parrot in a nun's costume. Before I could say anything about this frankly peculiar get-up, let alone the late hour, the bird unleashed a stream of invective: "I've been out in this sodding garden for a week and a half now you dense muppet! I came here deliberately to see you, despite all the incredibly nasty things Ian said about you! And you've been pottering around in a bloody world of your own, washing up and making toast and stuff while I'm dancing on your windowsill in a freaking nun's habit, trying to get your attention! Why do I fucking bother, eh? Now make me some caviar and crackers and hurry up about it, halfwit." So I did. And then, still at the top of its rather ugly voice, the parrot declaimed: The High Achievers Educated in the Humanities, they headed for the City, their beliefs implicit in the eyes and arteries of each, and their sincerity displayed in notes, in smiles, in sheaves of decimal etcetera. Made, they counted themselves free. Those were the hours of self-belief, and the slow accolade of pieces clattering into a well. And then the shrug of powers, and the millions glutted where they fell toadstooling into culture. Who knows when they made their killings during that hot spell: flies or policemen? An infinity of animals began to thrive especially, as when the dull sea, sick with its fish, was turning them to men. Glyn Maxwell After that, the parrot and I had a cup of cocoa and went to bed, feeling a lot more comradely. In the morning I went out for more caviar and made scrambled eggs, then I put on some Go Betweens CDs**. But I didn't want him to get TOO cosy, so I gave him a rather rough bath (meanwhile burning the moldering nun's habit) and some cold tea with flies in it, by which time he was quite ready to be despatched across the atlantic to... ... MandeeMay our favourite quiet American, who may render even the Poetry Parrot speechless with her own talents. love Archel xxx ** 28th April, London Astoria! Don't forget! Maybe even mail me off list if you want to form a Sinister convoy. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions(a)buzzwords.ndo.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Re: Sinister: Woah, neddy!
by robin stout 12 Mar '03

12 Mar '03

I wonder if Carsmile bet on Rhinestone Cowboy yesterday.. My money for the Queen Mother Champion Chase is on Flagship Uberalles, because when I saw it in the paper I thought it was called Flagship UMBRELLAS. He he! Now you can't get better advice than THAT. R x [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/blog ] _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Woah, neddy!
by Hewitt, Stephen 12 Mar '03

12 Mar '03

Ello babies Blimey is it that time of year again? The cheltenham festival is upon us once a year, and unlike all those unsavoury music/book/theatre festivals this one gives you a chance to win POTS OF MONEY as it is a festival of HORSE RACING. Also it gives you a chance to lose pots of money, but there you go... In previous years I have (following andrew tracey's lead http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199903/msg00281.html) picked horses with appropriate sinister-related names and recommended them to the list, generally to NO USE at all. Then yesterday I picked FOUR WINNERS and a second in the first five races, so I have decided not to recommend any horses this year as this was clearly putting some sort of voodoo on me betting (NB I was doing a placepot so as my pick in the sixth race was a real actual three-legged donkey picking the first four winners effectively came to nought). And if it's cheltenham, then it must be almost time to book GLASTO tickets. We have had sini-meetups at the last two festivals (well last year was a meeting of the tribes really as it featured sinis, bowlies, ilx0rs, and various random others), and look there's even a little sub-list to join and everything: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ And if it's almost time to book glasto tickets then it must be almost almost picnic season, yay!! Also, blimey, kieran used paragraphs ;) Where are my glasgow tickets? Everyone else seems to have theirs and I booked mine on the first day and everything... Like robin I am also intending to get over to embra at some point in my trip up north, but still working out details. Last night I went to see THE CHALETS who are GREBT and RAWK and everything. Did I dream someone asking if they have an album out and if not, was it here, or in another place? THE CHALETS, of course, feature an ex-sinisterine (Ms Paula Cullen BOOZE EXPLOSION), but this isn't the sole reason for their smashingness, and I think I agree with DV about them becoming rockier, but this not being a bad thing. Also also blimey! Old skool lurkers ahoy, eg, KADO, PEET, MAY, MIKKELSEN, NOH etc etc See you soon kids xoxo CarsmileSteve PS surely it's also time for some more sinister bowling action? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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