April 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: curiosity killed the kerouac cat
by Christine Irene 02 Apr '03

02 Apr '03

so i was just reading my netscape news. this one story i found particularly horrid. it seems that some punk ass kid called the family of an army soldier and told them their son was killed in Iraq. Of course, the family because hysterically upset (duh) and, upon calling the army to get the details, found out it was some sort of sick joke. they hadn't heard from their son since january so it seemed to be logical to them. whomever they spoke with at the army office assured them that their son was safe and sound and that, in the event of a casualty, all branches of the military notify you in person of the situation. then they arranged a phone call so that the family could hear their sons voice and be assured. what a sick fuck. who would do that? i mean, i have a weird sense of humour, but it would NEVER occur to me to do something like that. after reading that, i went to see what words my phone number spells...nothing interesting. something like "me 87937 o" or similar. lame. ah well. the sun shines brightly in chicagoish today and here i sit, for the 9th day in a row, with a fever. afer spending 2 hours at the park this morning, my charges (and i) are ready for some well earned sleep. just found out about a new U2 dvd that will be released soon. a sort of history type thing. i'm tre excited. also read that the new radiohead album will come with a re-mixed/arranged/mastered copy of pablo honey. hmm. my apologies to my posse....i have been soooooooooo bad about replying to email. sorry :o( see, i had nothing to say really. just felt like saying hi to all of you....and telling you about that rude person and thier "joke" grr.. my latest favourite song follows.... ~stine my twentieth century i woke up this morning, dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day hey! woe is me. i go out on the streets, northside of the city i see the steel, the fading rust and the fields i used to play in.... my friends are famous and all my foes live happy loved by lycra, fooled by velcro and fucked by what they need.... but who am i to criticise? my pointing finger backfires i hang my head down low. i once believed in jesus, now i can't believe in rock 'n' roll from baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green hey! the myth is magic, do you know what i mean? the politics of sin and of sex suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change? but who am i to criticise? i've made my bed, i lie on it and hold my head up high my disbelief. my fake redemption. my twentieth century. my holy war. my self indulgence. my twentieth century. my human flesh. my sad dependence. my twentieth century. my apathy. my big decision. my twentieth century. � __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - File online, calculators, forms, and more http://tax.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: i use the same suit for everything
by Kieran Devaney 02 Apr '03

02 Apr '03

The song on the radio was Rawhide by The Ventures. I knew it well, and so, it seemed, did my dad and he hummed along with the gentle lilt of the tune as he drove. I had first come across this song a couple of years ago, downloading it during a period of wilful and quite deliberate quote unquote broadening of my horizons. If you go to the warp records website which I believe can be found at http://www.warprecords.com then you can listen to streams of old radio mixes from a variety of their artists. A great deal of them are well worth hearing I think, I might even guardedly venture that theyre more often than not better than the output of whoever put the sets together the whole being significantly less than the sum of its parts, as it were. A fair few of them provide tracklistings to go with the stream, and if your computer is anything like mine then if you connect up to the stream and get it playing then the sound will constantly stop and wait and then start up again because of something called buffering. Buffering is most annoying, and not at all conducive to hearing whats going on properly, and I expect you will, I certainly did. One way to remedy this would be to download the tracks from the mix and then listen to them separately. The added bonus being of course that you could then do that again and again if you liked them enough, whether online or off. From my truncated, bitty hearings, the aptly titled Discomix by Plone sounded particularly worthy, containing bits of dub, obscure psych nuggets (they always get called those, dont they?), some lounge music, some soundtrack stuff, etc, you get the idea My fledgling knowledge at the time could only find one real reference point to the sounds that I heard from that stream and that was, er, Plone themselves. So I set about downloading, and indeed it introduced me to such luminaries as Ennio Moriconne, Delia Derbyshire, Martin Denny and the curiously named Dick Hyman. This was unfamiliar music made by unfamiliar people, peoples whose records I had never seen in the shops, wouldnt know where to start looking if I had wanted them. Of course, this is one of the many beauties of filesharing, especially the now tragically defunct Audiogalaxy and whatever the various setbacks and arguments against it its hard to imagine finding music like this and being able to listen to it properly without such programmes. I mention all this because, as you might possibly have guessed, a song by The Ventures it wasnt Rawhide though, in fact the site didnt know which song it was, there was just a question mark next to the bands name, so without a proper title I decided to download a couple of Ventures tunes, just to get a rough idea. One of these was indeed Rawhide. If youre not familiar with the song, and I guess theres all sorts of reasons why you wouldnt be (it's a cover too, so perhaps you've heard other versions), then it goes like this: First, there are a few plucked notes on a twangy guitar, then another guitar and a bass join in, along with some percussion and they play together for a few seconds, its a neat, upbeat surf guitar number, I suppose thats how youd describe it, simple stuff, the guitars build and then theres a spate of gunfire percussion, a pause and the tune starts up again. About halfway through theres some more elaborate soloing on the lead guitar, and the percussion gets a bit more frenetic towards the end, but thats more or less it really. I like the DJ on this station, Capitol Gold, my dads choice Something like that probably wouldnt get into the charts these days. He reckons, but he says it in a way that doesnt make it sound like a dismissal of the stuff that is in the charts, which isnt easy, let me tell you. As the record plays in the car Im reminded of first listening to it, along with a whole bunch of other stuff laboriously downloaded on my 56k connection (I like to think that the waiting makes us value songs that little bit more when they finally arrive), on my tinny in-ear headphones, or through equally tinny computer speakers, I cant recall which, though it was probably the former. Imagine me sat there, then, little earphones plugged in, the noise from the telly in the background as my brother watches, I dont know, something offensive, in front of the computer, listening to this new music. And thinking at first how alien it seemed from the digital clunks of the Warp Records site, and how divorced it all seemed, both from the stuff in the charts and the quote unquote indie stuff that my friends were listening to. This music seemed entirely out of that equation, and all the better for it, it spoke of a big open world bright with the fizz of a fun, dynamic future, away from streets bunged up with cluttered houses, litter, graffiti, boarded up shop windows and drab suburban Sunday evenings. It sounded at turns naggingly familiar and delightfully foreign, with the kind of open-handed optimism and innocence so absent from much of todays music. I generalise of course. But with that innocence came a harsher, more fraught edge beyond the kitschy otherness, a genuine palpable dread of a future that this music might not be the soundtrack for. No wonder there has been a revival of sorts, posited by groups like Stereolab, most notably and various others who Im sure youre aware of. Apparently you used to be able to pick up these records in charity shops and at car boot sales, amongst all the other junk that we havent had a revival for yet, but it has all been snapped up by collectors. Its a pity. Rare Moriconne records can fetch thousands nowadays, or so Im told. A fistful of dollars indeed. So it might be worth having another flight through the racks at your local Age Concern, because you never know do you? But I didnt learn this until much later and at the time of those first listens this music sounded like nothing else and I was instantly hooked. But, as Ive said, the records themselves are difficult to come across, there are a few decent compilations knocking around, but mostly my collection has had to stick to mp3s, but theres nothing wrong with that. From there it lead me down various avenues to free jazz, bits of world music and all sorts of other things besides I shant list them. I believe the mixes are still online, if youre interested the ones to go for are the Plone and Broadcast ones I think. Even the mp3s are more difficult to find now, since the death of Audiogalaxy everything seems to have decentralised, and its probably nigh on impossible to find some of the songs, not without a lengthy trawl through the various filesharing networks anyway. Alas. My dad is humming along and at first I think Ive mistakenly identified the song or am not hearing it properly through the car speakers. But it is The Ventures, the DJ will confirm this for me after the song finishes Something like that probably wouldnt get into the charts these days. he will say. But today it sounds flat and uninspiring as we pass through Birminghams hollowed out building site district, on the way to the station, dusk just settling on a tepid sky, punctuated by the smoke trails of long-past aeroplanes. Today, sandwiched awkwardly between The Kinks Sunny Afternoon and that record that was bastardised for the Vitalite adverts, with my dad humming along it doesnt sound up to much, doesnt sound half so exotic as it did before it could be an entirely different record. Certainly if this wouldve been my first hearing then I wouldnt have given it a seconds notice, would probably have forgotten it as soon as the record ended, another record consigned to irrelevance. But here it was, a record that had seemed to me part of a gateway to new musical experience one that *had* in fact been part that gateway, now suddenly grounded. I think a big Part of what attracted me to the music in the first place, and what made me like it so much was that there were no faces attached, no familiar names, so little in the way of context, beyond the fact that Plone, or Broadcast, or whoever liked them and who are Plone anyway? Two blokes from the same city as me, but beyond that? Nothing. And now my dad is humming along to one of those records suddenly it has become part of his history too. Chances are hes just heard it enough times on Capitol Gold while hes driving, they dont have a huge playlist really, but thats enough to tie it to something less than exotic. Enough to pull it out of this big abstract past of glamour and transgression Some research on The Ventures reveals that they are, according to their fan websites, the most successful instrumental rock act of all time, they have recorded more than three thousand songs and in Japan in the sixties they outsold The Beatles by two to one. They are also still together, and touring regularly. Which isnt to say Im disappointed in any way, I listened to the song a couple of times while I was writing this and it still sounds pretty great, not nearly the most unconventional thing on Plones list, but not the most straightforward either. I enjoyed hearing it again this time anyway. And I know Ive written about my dad probably too much, just check the archives, about how he tries to articulate the fact that he sometimes feels trapped by work and his family but the thought of him driving his car, humming along to that crackly surf guitar record from 1961, some two years before he was born, as it goes, is one that I can't help but let bother me. Insert your own superlative here. Sinister, I shall be seeing you on Saturday in London. - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Been to circus lately?
by Anders 02 Apr '03

02 Apr '03

Dear Sinister Have any of you been to circus lately. I guess not. But I have. About a week ago my sister invited me, she's a journalist you see, and she got some tickets for free. Well, she'll have to write about it, though. The circus was yesterday, and Im still amazed. Anyway, I was invited and the only thing I had to do was to be there, and maybe, if she couldn't find another child, she'd ask me some questions and maybe take some photos. She's journalist for a local newspaper you see, "Groruddalen Budstikke", and the circus has got nothing to do with Groruddalen at all. But I have. So if she couldn't find a little boy or girl from Groruddalen, she'd interview me. She didnt find any of those, she didn't even try. But she didn't interview me, I just said that as long as I'm in the newspaper I'll say anything, you just make up something. Whatever you like. She said it was OK. Still, I'm wondering about what my reactions to the circus will be... We took some pictures of me when I was standing inside The Ring, together with the man in charge. It was great fun. And tomorrow Ill be able to read about it in the paper, so will just about 500 000 others. (Maybe its more like 200 000, but anyway, its still more people than I will ever know.) I guess all of you will read Groruddalen budstikke, and because of that I will tell you what I really felt about it all. I dont want you to get a wrong impression of me, cause who knows what my sister will make up - Imagine yourself. Youre three years old and standing on a grass-grown field. Then imagine the circus tent behind you, all the trucks with animals from all over the world, the strange people and last but not least: the big bucket of popcorn in your arms (it is almost as tall as you are!). You think about all the places where these trucks and people have been, what have they seen there? Maybe a dragon? You also have a lollipop in you mouth, and for a second you just focus on the wonderful taste. Cause youre still able too stay focused on such a little and unimportant thing. You realise that popcorns better than lollipops and you put a handful of it in your mouth. Delicious! Youre dreaming about going all those places where these vehicles have been, but on the other hand you wouldnt be anywhere else than right where you are now. Holding your dads hand. Theres a clown coming over. What is that? youre thinking. Is it an animal? A wild African animal from the jungle? Whatever it is it looks scary. His white face reminds you of death, dead people. The clown is as pale as death. You scream. The clown gets scared, and you realise that youre not the one that should be afraid, cause youve got your dad standing by your side, but you cant see his dad... You ask him if hes some kind of an animal, he says that hes not, he says that hes just a clown and that he didnt intend to scare you, hes really sorry. Youre such a twee child,» he says (and you are) You feel pity for him. He looks stupid and has to go around looking stupid without holding his dads hand, while everyone else does. Poor clown. You can smell foreign countries and cultures. How does people look on the other side of the earth, what do they smell? Maybe they smell like this vehicle. You start walking toward one of them. Where are you going? Well miss the circus! Miss the show, the circus!? You hurry back. You dont know what you will see, what you will feel and smell, but you know itll be great fun. Youre so excited. Can you feel it? Maybe it wasnt like this, but can you feel the feeling you had the first time you ever went to a circus? I felt that way before I went into the tent yesterday. (I wasnt afraid of the clowns, though. Its true! And I was holding my sisters hand. No I wasn't afraid of the clowns!) I hadnt been to circus for ages and couldnt even remember the last time. But when I got inside I remembered it all. Funny thing, when you go inside the tent, you feel like you leave this planet and enter a totally different reality. Magic. The show was better then I could imagine. It was funny, impressing and thrilling. The best part was Mr. Dalmantiner and his amazing dogs and wee horses. They did the most unbelievable things. Youll have to see it to understand how incredible it was. For a wee while I thought the dogs were some programmed electronic robots. I thought that whoever programmed them is really clever. But whoever taught the dogs to do these tricks is a genius. The tweest one in the circus was the elephant girl. She was the daughter of one of the elephant men, and was about one year old. The elephant lifted her in his trunk. She was happy, wee and tubby. The elephants danced on small boxes. The clowns were disappointing. They tried to be funny, but couldnt speak a word of Norwegian. (They were Spanish) So when they tried it was like this: AAAAHHHHHHHEEEEEEHHHHHRRRRRRRR (OK. They were scary. I was afraid.) Nobody understood it. And the story wasnt funny either. I expected a laugh, but didnt get one. But the circus was great. (Sirkus Arnardo) and you should check it out. Or you could visit another circus next time one of them comes to your town. Im sure youll love it. Popcorn & Lollipops to everyone! Anders PS I wish there was some kind of correction program that would correct my mispsellings and grammatical mistakes Blame it on the fact that Im a teenager, a Norwegian teenager +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: one last thing about c*****s, then we're off to sleep
by Kevin Hyde 02 Apr '03

02 Apr '03

Hey Sinister, So this isn't even close to the requisite 15 mins. (and about that- is it time thinking about your post, or the physical typing act? I had always wondered.), but I figured there were some pressing questions and comments indeed re cankles. So, to answer S. Lord, I'd say that cankles can be genetic, but that you can definitely get rid of them in no time flat. An exercise of choice? When I played soccer for high school, we were encouraged to do our calf-conditioning by standing on our toes in the shower, and then relaxing, for about 100 or so iterations each day. So they're not irreparable or anything like that. But the reverse can be true, i.e. you can earn yourself some mean cankles if you work at it through a system of ruthless atrophication. I suppose you could always interpret cankles as a sort of Rubenesque trait- that they are ostensive of a lifestyle which does not require heavy walking or even standing. Nice. And w/r/t Laura Llew's comments, or more as a corollary I guess, I forgot to mention that tons of guys I know have tube-legs or cankles, without an inch of definition on them. Plus their legs are starting to be denuded from wearing pants all the time, which is creepy in and of itself. Also mentioned (or hinted at): Sapphic churches(!), ahem. Sign me up to be an altar boy. Anyway. I did want to put in a small amount of envy in this email. Of the Sinister picnics and -ers in the U.K. I always imagine them as gatherings full of sunshine and sudden joy. Perfect beyond comprehension. With like animals coming out of the woods and asking if they can join in on the soccer games, and then politely scarfing down beer along with anyone else. In case you're wondering, this is what it's like to O.D. on C.S. Lewis (little brother was sick, asked me to read, et-cet.) That's it. Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: sleeping in class is only a hobby
by s. lord 01 Apr '03

01 Apr '03

its been so long since i have posted - but i had some free time today - and a pretty interesting morning - so here it is - the sun is out today - and it is actually quit warm - i was very surprised - last week the sun was out a lot - but it wasn't very warm - i was thinking the same thing today so i dressed in my favorite argyle sweater* and shirt and went to school - from now on i will be checking the weather before i go - but that is iowa - the weather can change from 23 to 70 in one day - eh - bother - but anyways i went to class and the most peculiar thing happened to me - i was tired to of course i sat in the back - this way i can sleep or listen to music (badly drawn boy today) if i so feel like it - so i found a nice little spot in the back of the class at the top of the auditorium - and usually it is pretty dead up there - only a couple of us sleepers or dreamers - wasting class - well it is a waste of a class anyway - but so i am sitting there and this girl comes and sits by me - she is a little waife of a thing - dainty and skinny and just oh so perfect looking - but oh well - i was gonna sleep and she can't do much to bother me - if she wants to sit there - let her - so class begins and i decided to instead write a letter - sadly enough i was not very sleepy because of my clothing choice (mentioned above) i was extremely hot - so i just couldn't sleep - anyway skip ahead like 30 minutes - and i was kinda paying attention to the teacher but i notice something - the girl next to me has two notebooks out - one is her notes and the other she had written her phone number on - now i was not really snooping at what she was doing - the way the class is set up the chairs are at an angle and i could she her things very well - so i am completely intrigued by this - why did she write her phone number there - so i decided to act - so i yawn and stretch and murmur to quietly 'i am so bored' - just to see if she would maybe turn to me and say anything - well she didn't turn around - but she did then write her name under the phone number - BRITTNEY - hahaha - oh my god - then after that she proceeds to draw little stars and hearts all over the page - - - - but seriously what was that? - was i delirious - did that really happen - was she giving me her phone number in class? - hahah - oh what could have been a penthouse letter in the making for a straight boy was wasted on me - hehe - oh too much fun - - all this talk of cankles has brought about a question in my mind - are cankles made or are you born with them? i mean - are they purely genetic - is someone who has cankles doomed to live with them for the rest of their lives? or can one work out with cankle exercises and get rid of them? not that i have them - i was just wondering - and then lastly i need to shamelessly plug a wonderful cd i got just awhile ago - everyone needs to go out and buy the new cat power record - you are free - it is great - her voice is just amazing the way it floats over the minimal guitar - it is just great - i completely recommend it - ti does sound like her past records - but that is good - she doesn't go out and experiment much with any new sounds - just what has worked before - and it is simply wonderful - this is all for now - thanks for reading - hope i haven't bored you to much - --s.lord *if you are really bored you can see the blog that has a photo of me in the argyle sweater - well there is a link there to take you there anyway - under stolen souls - http://www.theparadiselost.blogspot.com ------------------------------------------------------ what we place most hopes upon, generally proves most fatal - vicar of wakefield _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* 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: She can have a tummy and still be yummy!
by Laura Llew 01 Apr '03

01 Apr '03

"If you dont wear daring clothes because you worry about your cattier girlfriends snickering, I suggest you lose those particular girlfriends and replace them with a buttery pair of understanding leather pants." --Margaret Berry No leather pants in my small circle of knowledge has ever been "understanding." However, we all know that whenever anyone states having a problem with leather pants it's usually code for having a problem with - not the pants - but their fat ass. The Three Cs: Cankles As Kevin explicated, cankle is a word formed from "ankle" and "calf" for those who seem to have no differentiation between the two. I tried to develop my own "cankle gallery" of sorts by taking my digital camera with me to one of my mother's church services in hopes that many of the dumpling of a woman which attend had such an affliction. Or better yet had a THANKLE! (no thigh to calf to ankle definition: tree trunk legs). However, all of them had quite shapely legs and they don't even genuflect! Maybe there are some curative points to green bean casserole afterall. Of course, all of them also do things like hold my hand and trace up my arm with their fingertips while talking to me or do one of those one sided hugs as they run their hand up and down my back slowly. I've been groped more times in church than on any date. There's no telling what kind of exercise these women's legs are getting on the side. When I first heard about this cankle phenomenon (approximately around 3 in the morning), I frantically ran around trying to find someone still awake to look at my legs to tell me if I was indeed cursed with this. However, unlike my moral values and principles, my ankles are quite well defined. Now my worry has moved on to: Carb Face According to Auntsadie, carb face is a real problem facing the modern metrosexual male. I am neither a metrosexual nor a male, yet I like carbs. Down with Atkins! The best example of such puffy faced horror is Xander from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Remember the early seasons when he wore speedos? After carb face hit, he'd wear em just to keep people from staring at his face. Cloche While I'm on fashion and the such, I think I should devote some time to this little bell of a hat which has been more or less neglected since the 1920s, except for that foxy Kelly Macdonald in Gosford Park. They're darling and there's nothing more useful for avoiding eye contact with others while trying to read in a public place - except for a helmet with a visor perhaps. But where's the fashion sense in that? As the aforequoted Margaret Berry said, "Flappers never had bad-hair days. They lopped off their tresses, tugged on a cloche, and headed out for an evening of Charleston and bootleg gin. Whats more, flappers wore comfy dresses shaped like potato sacks. They could wear whatever they liked; who the hell notices when you have that darling bell of a hat on? And so, you see, hats make life easier and loads more fun." I don't really have any April Fools jokes for you. Not even the geeky librarian kind about Laura Bush having been named the new librarian of congress and her first duty was to remove all french books from the collection and rename it the "Ronald Reagan Library of Congress." However, I do want to send birthday shouts out to songles Dave whose birthday is today and to ZoziePop and RICHARD JOHN GILLANDERS who both had ones last week. xo, Ll PS - Also shouts out to Marianna my London Shoe Shopper Extraordinairre, the ever so darling Robin Stout, my own personal photoshop Ken Chu who I promised to declare my love to, and my sinister sinister crush Miss Ullastrator _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The Robin Cook Fanclub
by Gardiner, Stuart 01 Apr '03

01 Apr '03

Well, it appears I'm not going to Glastonbury this year after all. I've been mulling it over in my mind, trying to decide whether I can afford it or not, and now all the tickets have sold out within 24 hours. Oh well, fate I suppose. All that talk last week about how sunny it was seems to have cursed the weather. Nottingham's been under a cloud all day. It looks like rain. It's wet, it's falling from the sky, and it's collecting in puddles. Yes, it's rain alright. Meanwhile on the Sinister webpage, it's still snowing, and has been continuously since before Christmas. No wonder we've not heard from Honey recently, she must be snowed in. Maybe Aunt Sadie has taken her sledging. Just watch out for the evil Casarotto throwing snowballs. Discussion from the weekend: Lost Classics. Songs which should have become all-time favourites, but for some reason, never did, and have been largely forgotten by the populace. Our chart included: Sparky's Dream - Teenage Fanclub After All - The Frank And Walters Girl At The Bus Stop - BMX Bandits Monday Morning 5.19 - Rialto The Crystal Lake - Grandaddy Agolo - Angelique Kidjo I Want An Alien For Christmas - Fountains Of Wayne Kung Fu - Ash The Man With The Red Face - Laurent Garnier Oblivion - Terrorvision In other news, it's picnic time! The weather forecast is, well, undecided as to whether it'll be hot and sunny or not; but hey, there's always the pub just in case... All you need is yourself, some food, some beers, and a smile (how cheesy is that?) And because I'm such a helpful fellow, I'll even help you out by sharing my favourite picnic food recipe: PRIMROSE CAKE Ingredients: 4oz plain flour 4oz attractive flour 5oz healthy alternative butter substitute 2 pinches of self-raising salt 4 eggs (scotch) 3 tbsps cocoa powder (preferably from the Tbspsina region of Hungary) 1 sultana, diced 142-145 hundreds and thousands Instructions: Whip the ingredients together (or if you're using your whip for other purposes (Archel?), use a whisk instead). Pour into a microwavable bucket. Cook in a medium oven (or cook twice in a small oven), stirring every 35-40 seconds. Remove when cold all the way through. Shrink-wrap in polythene. Offer to others before you eat any yourself (after all, it's only polite). Serve with custard. Failing that, you could always go to Sainsbury's. In other news, I've got to stop using the phrase "In other news", it's getting out of hand... After that, I'll be able to concentrate on stopping using three dots at the end of every sentence... Big Stu PS Since I started writing this, the sun has come out. Typical. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Reporting Back and further bowling info
by Hewitt, Stephen 01 Apr '03

01 Apr '03

ello babies So I went to see THE SINISTERS on Saturday and they were a very perky, 60s garage !p!o!p! kind of thing and they all had exciting 60s style clothing on. I went up to the singer afterwards and asked where they got their name from and apparently two of them are left-handed "and sinister means left-handed, you know" she said helpfully. "Oh, *i* know" I replied. RICKY SPONTANE (theyplayedatmyweddingyouknow) were also v good, but NOUGHT from oxford were v scary in a freeimprovnoiseprog kind of way. Also, somewhat randomly, EVAN DANDO was there, but I was a bit confused by that point (guinness is a confusing thing, you know) so wasn't exactly sure which person he was. This is because I was talking to all my old mates from cheltenham, several of whom I hadn't seen for aaaaaaaaages, and who are now in exciting rock bands in london (rather than exciting rock bands in cheltenham) with names like THE BEATINGS and BLACK MADONNA. Ken said (because he is a different, helpful xXxer): Did you know there is a yahoo group for sinister glasto meetups? (set up by Carsmile Steve?) http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ Which is possibly the first time anyone but me has plugged it which is nice. I noticed some sort of pezzypop joining up the other day, hello pezzypops ;) Needless to say, my ticket is booked like a big book shaped thing. Further to Ken's large mine of bowling info for Saturday. When you arrive at Finsbury Park, if you look on the "continuing your journey from finsbury park" map, ROWANS is handily marked on said map. Also they have a !D!D!R! machine as well as the easiest grabber in the world. We watched one young lady retrieve half a dozen stuffed toys from it in almost as few goes the other week. Saturday will be the third time in three weeks I have been to Rowans, I feel this is nothing to be proud of... I've seen that other b&s interweb hobby, they don't look like they could beat mighty sinister fc at tiddlywinks, never mind footy ;) (hold on, who is mighty sinister fc these days??? With 96 at atp and bapps in ameriky are we relying on the kaiser to break some bones???) See you at the weekend (and you, but not you, obviously, I mean you live on the other side of the planet, innit, not that it wouldn't be delightful if you just turned up) xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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