April 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: *another oldie de-lurks*
by Ailsa Watson 17 Sep '03

17 Sep '03

Blimey, it's been a while. Mark has inspired me to write for two reasons. One because he's been banging on about great old folks from Sinister history who never post, and DIDN'T MENTION ME, and secondly because he asked if anyone had a spare standing ticket for the Glasgow gig. Which apparently someone did. As do I. Which means I still have one. Does anyone want it? Mail me off list please, and it will be sorted out (or not if lots of people mail me as I only have one). someone said >In small but significant ways this lot has shaped and moved a bit of the >path I walk now... I'm ever so thankful and bitter. >It couldn't have happened to a more impressionable girl >at the hands of an unforgivably right bunch of kids. >Though I'm nearly 30 now... it doesn't feel old in sinister years-it just >makes me feel experienced. Which is almost exactly how I feel about Sinister. It's given me some of my best memories, my best friends, and it'll always have a place in my heart for that. Even if I don't need it so much any more, it's nice to know it's here. And that it still matters to people. Actually the reason Mark maybe never mentioned me is because I have nothing to say. Sorry. Ailsa xx _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail messages direct to your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/mobile +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 had a dream.... of the sea...
by idleberry 29 Apr '03

29 Apr '03

It�s odd sometimes, the way some things remind me of other things. I heard two seagulls today, as I was leaving home, and memories of going to Norway as a kid came flooding back. My mum, for those of you who aren�t aware, is Norwegian. She is from this tiny little fishing village, in the far north. Farther North than Trondheim, which is pretty far north to some people. Farther North than Tromso. Just stop before you get to Hammerfest on a map, and you�re there. It is only a small village, inaccessible by car, so we used to take a two hour ferry, that always made me sea sick. We�d go down into the lounge, and I would lie on the plastic cushioned benches, trying to ignore the sweet smell of waffle mixture and coffee, and trying to concentrate on watching a fuzzy picture of �Allo �Allo! with Norwegian subtitles being shown on NRK � the only TV station that hasn�t left the 1950�s in terms of the presenters appearance. When we arrived at the harbour, we�d be greeted by the scent of the seawater corroding the slimy metal of the boat, and the fragrance of fish in a nearby unit, having been recently caught, and the cry of the gull�s overhead. There isn�t much in the village, just beautiful houses made of wood, painted in any colour imaginable with a complimenting shade for the trim around the gutters and the window frames, and tarmac roofs. The gardens are usually neatly kept, and not particularly different to the garden you might find n the North of Scotland, with the exception of perhaps a local stream running down from a glacier through the landscape, or a towering white flagpole with the Norwegian flag flying at the top. None of the houses are more than 55 years old � The Germans burnt every building in the North as they fled at the end of the Second World War, leaving a wake of Norwegians trying to find shelter from the harsh winters. I read that one such group of Norwegians, on the other side of the fiord, found shelter for a long winter in an upturned fishing boat. There is a pub there, that seems to have a habit of being burnt down every five years or so. It is owned by this blonde man, who has lines of hair sewn into his head as a transplant. His scalp reminds me of a Barbie doll, the way those lines are so uniform. There is a post office in the concrete basement of a house. You go in, with your little key for the little steel post box. The houses don�t have numbers there; the address is usually the name of the recipient, the village and postcode. There is a beautiful little white wooden church, with a wooden steeple. Everyone from the village is buried there, and the graves all point out towards the whitest sand beach, and a cold, azure sea, and beyond to the mountains and glaciers. At Christmas, it is traditional to put a lantern on the graves, something I think is a lovely idea. I�ve never seen it in winter, but I imagine dark marble headstones poking out from feet of snow, and a dark grey sky (as the sun doesn�t rise above the mountains for a good few months in the winter) and all these little lanterns flickering in the wind. Memories of going to the boathouse, and tentatively exploring my grandfathers fishing boat, and my great grandfathers fishing boat, and my mothers old bicycle. Gazing in the dusty sunlight that creeps behind me through the doorway at an archive of old thick fishing ropes, and floats, a museum and a testament to the way it was. There is a barn where my grandparents used to keep animals. A huge wood barn, with two floors, and now filled with chunks of wood and timber used over the years, and old saws and a scythe they still use to cut the grass and scatterings of dried mouse droppings. People don�t bother knocking on your front door when they come to visit in the village. People leave the front door open. When a visitor comes calling, they usually take off their shoes and boots, and walk across the wooden floored hall with its rag woven rugs and scent of soap and cakes and fish. They knock on the kitchen door and let themselves in. Then a pot of coffee is put on the stove to boil, and the cakes are served and people stay for hours, sometimes until 2am, chatting and catching up. We used to go berry picking in the daytime, and try to avoid being bitten by the mosquitoes. There is only one television channel in service that we can get at my grandmother�s old house, NRK. It comes on around 6pm, and shows 1980�s Czechoslovakian animations for the children. Then through the evening, there will be a documentary, perhaps from the UK, with subtitles, and perhaps an old 1980�s comedy. In between programmes, there is a presenter, with immaculate hair, and a fresh faced look and perhaps a vase of flowers, speaking kindly to the presenter. And later on, an old film, from the 1970�s, perhaps from Paris. On rainy days, I�d lie in my great-grandfathers old bed (I was named after him) and write stories, or read books. In the summer, I could lie awake at night, until 4am, without needing to turn on a single light since it was still daylight. I�d go through a biscuit tin from Queen Elizabeth�s Silver Jubilee, of old photographs dating from 1890, of members of my family, and fading blue handwriting on the back of who they were. My mum would wash clothes in the stream, or in the twin tub that sits in the corner of the bathroom my dad and uncles built in the 1970�s. Before that, there was only a shed to go to, with a box and a deep hole cut into it that went into a pit and served as a toilet. In some parts of rural Norway, you still find public toilets like that. And then it was with the sound of cars driving past on the roundabout that took me from this daydream, and I still had to go to work, and I still had to take the train through the suburbs to the city. I wish I could take you there, I really wish I could. love and day dreams idles ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo. http://search.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. 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Sinister: Dimitra's Dictionary
by Dimitra Daisy 28 Apr '03

28 Apr '03

Dear Sinister, In case you require clarification from Sunnyset's post here are some useful definitions for you: Real Life: All the things non-dreamers think life is like (a place where money is important, people are not nice and buildings are grey) esp. the ugly bits. It also contains things like gravity and the weather, which make it very powerful. (see: all around you) Dreamer: Person who values the thoughts in his/her head, whose world is filled with colour on a grey rainy days, who wants more from life and finds it within himself/herself. (For more information on how to spot them and what do with them see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/dreamers/) Friends of the Heroes(1): Bunch of crazy dreamers (see word) who think by devoting their time and energy to a weekly webzine they can make a difference. (see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/about/) Friends of the Heroes(2): Weekly webzine that openly embraces the dreamer movement, finds heroes everywhere and looks for the magical in the everyday. (see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/) Dreamer Movement: the act of leading one's life based on the faith that such elusive and futile things as love, happiness and money can come to one's possession and even that one can make the world a better place. (see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/dreamers/) Nixon: The very band that gave the world the line 'today I bought a record your new boyfriend has never heard of - oh I play it just for you' that makes indie kids the world over smile. Their association with the dreamer movement is vague however some people consider them to belong to it since their lead singer/songwriter/guitarist/bassist/drum machine programmer Roger Gunnarsson publicly admitted he believes love can make you happy. (see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/page2/) Ballboy: Band who gave the world the lyric 'it's alright, cause someday we'll be millionaires, and it won't matter then how other people treat you'. Their connection to the dreamer movement is somehow clearer since their frontman Gordon McIntyre deemed waking life without dreams as being 'useless and pointless'. (see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/archive/issue22.html#3) The German Exchange: Band that gave the world the notion of gentleman rock, a few great quotes on the meaning of life and five free cds to those who answer a few simple questions! (see http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/page8/) Sinister: Mailing list that often makes dreams more possible and to which I owe a proper post. Till then, Think Pink, Dream Purple, Dimitra Daisy xx _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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'm tired of staying in...
by Rachel 28 Apr '03

28 Apr '03

Sunlight falls through the window and music from ballboy plays from my stereo. The sunlight looks unusually pretty today. It shakes me from my state of perpetual daydream. I decide to leave the shelter of my mind and enter the real world. I catch a bus and travel past trees heavy with bright pink blossom. I sit outside drinking coffee watching the world pass me by. The real world involves interaction. I text a girl in Greece, a fellow sinsterine, a friend of the heroes, and a life long member of the dreamers movement, if you really want to know. She tells me: "sometimes I dream, sometimes I fly/and it's all because I do/ believe that we'll be still in love tomorrow"- She tells me Nixon says that. She tells me she needs a true love. I tell her she will find one. One day. I take some pictures and a young girl decides to pose for me. She looks sweet and happy and excited to be captured on film. She offers me her balloon. It reminds me of what someone from the german exchange once said: "There's nothing more inspiring than an act of kindness. Simple throw away things - general etiquette, passers by who are smiling, etc. " I talk to a stranger and surprise myself. It wasn't such a terrifying thing to do after all. I feel brave and talk some more to other strangers. People in burger king, people on family outings, people I already know. That's a lie. They talk to me. The world welcomes me. I'm not sure I'm ready to accept but its nice to know that the offer is there. Take Care Rachel PS for definitions of some of the more complex terms used in this post please consult dimitra's dictionary ************* If you're any sort of hero, you'll be fighting for what you believe in. You'll get tired, and worn down by the world. There's always somebody to tell you you're wrong....You can't always save the world. But you're a hero, so that won't stop you trying. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.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: don't leave the Coldplay on repeat baby
by Kenneth P Y Chu 28 Apr '03

28 Apr '03

s.lord said: >>wrote about coldplay and the song the scientist - and i wanted to say that >>the song also evokes the need to cry in me << Coldplay also always evoke the need to cry in me. Like when my old downstairs neighbours used to play at 5am, almost ritually, every night, both Coldplay albums, one after another. My flatmate was at the brink of breakdown until they moved out. One time in my local pub my friend overheard one of the downstairs neighbours (who happened to be at the pub also at the time) making one of the most defining statements in musical history. Man: "There has been no good bands since the 1960's you know" then followed by: Man: "...except Coldplay" ROFL That tune about yellow though is fun to play on the guitar and warbling over. And also the tune about Shivering you can change the words to sing about erections. and Stine~ talked about getting a speeding ticket, I remembered the time when "a friend of mine" got caught speeding by the speed camera that was pretty scary as he really didn't want 3 points on his licence, and his dad has moved to live in Hong Kong but was still the registered owner for the car, so he shifted the blame to his dad who's had a clean licence for the past 20 years... nice! This friend of mine is remaining anonymous in case there's any cops who are on sinister. Can people be friends with themselves? Ken P.S.: Paulo gave us three servings of his Spaghetti Meatballs, yummy. I don't have any similar stories to tell yet but, tomorrow I'm might be getting some BIORE. So brace yourself for a reporting back. I have a feeling that I'll be pulling out something grosser than Paulo's Vasectomist. _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail messages direct to your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/mobile +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Spaghetti continued
by Paulo Stinsoni 28 Apr '03

28 Apr '03

Ah don't worry, I wasn't going to drag it out (with or without a crochet hook) but as you were all interested, I feel I should close off the story, with a happy end (pun intended). Thanks for all your interest, (is it affection, or is it like staring at a road accident, both hideous and compelling?) I just wanted to let you all know that it all seems to be OK now. There is no pain. I can walk properly, jump up and down, and fit into tight trousers, so we can all rest easy. I tell you what though, I'm not having one of those vasectomies again. Bye then, and sleep well. Love Paulo _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: riding a bicycle by yourself is fine
by terry underwear 28 Apr '03

28 Apr '03

hello, Riding a bike up a hill and then coasting down the other side is one of the most simple yet rewarding things you can do. All that teeth-gritting hard work, the ache in the back of your legs, the sweat on your forehead, your heart beating hard, then the sheer exhilarition of reaching the top and coasting dowhill, the wind flowing through your hair and whistling in your ears, your heart pumping euphoria and joy into your veins. My year has been like riding a bike up a hill so far. It has been shit really, full of people leaving and me being stressed and busy. Honours has been more intense than I imagined and I have just reached that busy part of semester where you realise that you have a lot of assignments due very soon and they need a fair amount of work still. I just have to keep working hard and try not to get too down, which I have managed to do thus far. It has been tempting on occasion to just turn around and roll back down, to rid myself of all the stress and hard work, but I know that reaching this peak is something I have to do. I'm not building leg muscles, but I'm building character. Or so my Dad would have me believe. June 25 is the day I turn 24, and that is about the time I think I am going to reach the top of my hill. I have no classes after that and can just concentrate on my thesis. All the testing I have to do for my thesis will be finished, and I'll be doing research for my department and getting paid a very tidy hourly rate. CD's, books and clothes will be purchased, an interstate trip may be had. A few of the people who left will be returning, and plans are being made for a Book Club and maybe even a once a month indie night at a club or pub. And I'll have time to read fiction again! And there should be a new Belle and Sebastian record, and maybe they'll do a world tour and play in Australia... I just hope this hill I'm climbing isn't one of those ones that doesn't have a downhill bit on the other side, you know when you find that the hill you just climbed is only the start of a long upwards journey. If that is the case I'm coasting back down and getting my car. love terry PS. OZ/NZ listee's, email me if you want to be involved in an Anzac Tape Tree. I promise that there won't be any marching. here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ ____________________________________________________________ Get advanced SPAM filtering on Webmail or POP Mail ... Get Lycos Mail! http://login.mail.lycos.com/r/referral?aid=27005 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Yo La Tengo in Italy
by Nick Davis 28 Apr '03

28 Apr '03

Is anyone planning on seeing Yo La Tengo in Turin, Rimimi, or Bologna in late May? And, is there anyone in Italy who can advise on how to buy tickets in advance for those shows? I'm going to be visiting from San Francisco. Thanks, Nick __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo. http://search.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: Verity the Superagent
by robin stout 27 Apr '03

27 Apr '03

I was standing at the back of Cardiff's number eight bus when I saw Stuart Murdoch come on and pay his sixty p. It was a bit of a squeeze; he had to stand right up there by the driver with his feet wide apart to stay still on the corners. I was standing just up the step at the back, where I always like to stand if the bus is too full, because you get to look down on all the people and their books and bald patches and Page Three Lovelies. Also, on the race round Death Junction the step gives an added element of danger. So I decided that what he would like to hear on an early morning like this would be for someone to tap "I could be dreaming" on the standing-room-only bar they were holding on to. No one else seemed to be doing it, so I decided to give it a go myself. I tried to be subtle: a few people looked around, but when they did i was casually glancing out of the window. He didn't seem to notice, though. In fact he got off the bus on the very next stop, pulled down the cuffs on his Woolworth's uniform and headed off along the street. I dunno, I thought he'd have liked it; it would have brightened up his morning. Maybe it wasn't him after all. Maybe the reason I keep thinking I see members of Belle and Sebastian round town is because I'm getting exited about seeing them next month. I am, and I'm getting excited about visiting Glasgow too. The last time I was there was, I think, when I was fourteen years old. The last time I saw my Great Auntie Margaret. She used to live in a high-rise flat in Bearsden, surrounded by other elevated old folk, all boxed up with their wood-panelled tellys and silver teaspoons like pharaohs in their pyramids, waiting for the weekend coach to the other side. But I didn't think Auntie Margaret was ready to go so soon. We sat behind the window, pretending we were on the balcony, and watched the squirrels that ran up and down the sides of the high rises eating the crumbs that no one would admit to leaving out but everyone did. They were great, and not at all timid. One even came and sat on the edge of the balcony, as if it was listening to my aunt tell me she'd heard that Paul Daniels, her favourite magician, had invented a new type of magic called Jazz Magic. So, to me, Glasgow is a place of aunts and squirrels and broken lifts. It'll be strange to go there again, a different person almost. The squirrels will still be there I suppose, storing up their acorns like gifts for a trip to the other side. But not dear old Auntie Margaret. I wish she was. A bit of proper content now. Stuart's been a little inspired recently, giving us this: http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/030421.html and this: http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/030424.html . I think his writing is grate. As is that of Paulo, my new favourite Sinisterine. Gloriously random. Thanks for that tale about your spaghetti, Paulo. I'll be sticking to baked beans from now on, I think. robin x [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/blog ] _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: praise for songs on Songs of Praise
by Retro^Sec 27 Apr '03

27 Apr '03

I had planned to go and live in New York. In a street that reminded me of Edinburgh. I wanted to get away from everything. I didn't want to just travel, I wanted to live. To pay rent. I found this perfect flat, but it cost £400 a month. I was only planning to go for one month, but I hadn'r saved enough money. Silly girl, I am. If I had, I may have been able to afford it. So instead, I walked along Princes Street in Edinburgh, wishing I was in New York. ********* I was watching Songs of Praise. Pam Rhodes was sitting on a bridge, one of those old fashioned bridges that is very wide, and cobbled. Like somewhere in a grand European city, the sort of bridge that dates from the 17th century. She was interviewing George W Bush, and he was talking about his faith in Christianity. They tried to get a choir or a brass band to play, so that he could sing "Onward Christian Solidiers", but as everyone was so anti-war, they couldn't find anyone to play. It was a little embarrassing for George, as he sang on his own, without a band. And perhaps even more embarrassing, when they decided to dub over it with songs from Belle and Sebastian's Storytelling album, in particular "Big John Shaft". It was amazing to watch it on the telly. Aparently, the producer of the show is a huge B&S fan. Afterwards, since it was such a sunny afternoon, I went to a church, called St Giles. It was apparently named after him because that was where he took his last breath, and fell down dead, under an oak tree that grew next to the steeple. The church was next to a little river, with a leafy avenue and a cobbled path leading up to a stone bridge over the river. I was standing at the bar, in the shade, where the church was selling alcoholic drinks. Next to me, was Stuart Murdoch. He was waiting patiently, as I was. On the other side of me was a brown haired girl. Stuart was bored, and quietly started to sing "I don't want to play football" to relieve his boredom from waiting to be served. The barman turned to the girl next to me, and thinking it was her singing, asked if she would join the church choir. She said yes. Stuart sighed. "Thats the problem" he said to me, "they all think I sing like a girl". ******** I went home, and proceeded to write a sinister post about the Songs of Praise sighting. I wrote the subject line "Praise for Songs on Songs of Praise". It seemed rather fitting, when I woke up, to tell you this. Love idleberry ===== <a href="http://retrosec.blogspot.com/">http://retrosec.blogspot.com/</a> thoughts __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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