April 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: I feel the need. The need for REPORTING BACK!!
by robster 11 Apr '03

11 Apr '03

On Saturday morning, the sun rose above the dull grey rooftops of Finsbury Park. With neither clouds nor smog to restrict its power, it shone mightily upon the house where Sinister folk were having breakfast. It shone, in the afternoon, upon Finsbury Park tube station where Sinister folk old and new were meeting up, nervously introducing themselves, saying 'hi!' and 'she used to be my boss!'. It shone enticingly upon Rowans bowling centre which the Sinister folk had made their destination. The sun wasn't shining inside Rowans, which begs the question: 'What the hens were you doing there, then?' The answer was, of course, DRINKING! Sorry, BOWLING! During the first game, I was enjoying my best form ever. I got a double strike! I did! Sadly, my bourgeoning skeelz weren't enough to beat the mighty Kaiser who had complete mastery over his balls. By game two, my mind was completely in the gutter. My skeelz deserted me and I was left in awe of Eric B's triple strike. Out of spite, I called him a turkey. We've done that joke. Afterwards, we headed to the cosy carbon-copy evirons of the World's End for scran and MORE BOUZE. While people bravely attempted to break Sinister drinking records, an exciting leather-clad girl band serenaded us with cover versions of Ticket to Ride. We joined in - we were GRATE! The following morning, the sun didn't shine. Bastard. Undaunted, we made a courageous attempt to picnic on the summit of Primrose Hill where The View's So Nice. Fairy cakes and cheese scones (courtesy of the baking skeelz of Liz and the decorating skeelz or Archel) were eaten for survival as the elements took their toll on our frail indie bodies. A football match between Sinister and TheOtherB&SInternetHobby took place as well. I don't know what happened there because football is RUBBIDGE - although I understand TheOtherB&SInternetHobby were rightfully and soundly beaten. With sticks. Afterwards, we didn't go to the Spread Eagle. This was an excellent decision that should be included in the manual for all future picnics. Too soon, though, time was called on my weekend in London. Another tube journey and a goodbye to the Girlfriend at Waterloo followed. Bah. With the sun setting, the skanky old train wound its way back to Portsmouth. I thought about taking another skanky old train in the opposite direction on Friday. Smiled. Robster __________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: we still dance on whirling stages
by Christine Irene 10 Apr '03

10 Apr '03

greetings and salutations from the dark side of the moon. i hope that this finds all of you well. :o) the sun shines brightly in chicagoish today and i am trying to work up the courage to call this girl who posted an advert looking for a roommate. i don't know why things like this frighten me so. weird. i am also somewhat trepedatious about moving into a place with a stranger. unfortunately it is my only option right now. i just don't think i can handle living on my own, financially. on top of that, i am so scared of everything....much as i may like to live alone, i think i would be nervous all of the time. i mean, if someone breaks in and kills you when you have a flat mate, at least they can find you relatively quickly. if you live alone you become one of those urban legends in which your body wasn't discovered for months and, when found, wild dogs had eaten your skin and saved your organs for maggots. or something. maybe not. it was nice to hear from rachel fruitloop today. i have never communicated with her (you) offlist, but always loved reading her posts. i hvae been on this list for....6 or 7 years now...a long time. i miss all of the old posters :o) how is stacey dahling doing, anyone know? has anyone heard from elise or jim? i had her email addy in my old @home addy book....then @home went out of business with no warning and i lost everything. speaking of losing everything. i had to initialize my hard drive...again! a few weeks ago i crashed my computer and had to initialise it. i did so weeping. the thought of losing my 5000 mp3's (including much of my own music) and all of my beloved bookmark's broke my heart. so i was just re-finding some old favourite web sites, re-downloading songs, etc. a problem that i am continuing to have with the compatibility of my OS 9 burner and my OS X system, was leaving me slightly more than frustrated. i have a really expensive burner that has been useless to me for months! anyway, i was on the phone with apple 6 times on tuesday. the last guy i spoke to helped me find a hardware glitch that was causing all of these bizarre messages i was getting. the only way to try to fix it was to do one mutha of an initialisation. i had to set it up to programme all of the 1's back to 0's. everything gone....again. yesterday i re-installed OS 9 and then OS X....things seem to be okay now...that means I don't have to buy a new hard drive. yay! at the risk of making a really lengthy post, i shall share one last thing, and then be on my way. i really envy the sinisters in the UK. there are many of you and you always seem to have activities going on. i think there are, like, 4 people in chicago on the list...that i know of anyway. i feel that we mid-westerners need to make our picnic presence known. there was a picnic a couple of years ago...and a couple of gatherings when B&S were here last year....but nothing apart from that. we should change that. granted, we don't have ken chu, but i'm sure we could muster up a good time. hmm. ah well. i shall away now. dunno what is on the docket for today....i need to think of something intellectually stimulating for the girlies to do today. the divine miss em, aged 5, was so excited. we have been doing these science projects of late and today she brought the crystals she grew, to school to show her teachers and classmates. tre cool. love and physics ~stine __________________________________________________ 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: The vicar, or whatever, took her CHU one side and gave her KENfirmation
by Rachel fruitloop-Apps 10 Apr '03

10 Apr '03

Alright, Sinister... It's been a long time...If Liz Daplyn is going to post, then I'm going to have to as well. It was over a year ago when I was in London. There were Sinister gatherings. And dancing. A trip to Copenhagen to see B&S. I think of that time fondly. I will return in a bit more than a year. I hope you're all there to have more fun times with. Right now life is full of hard work. Time has flown by so fast. Last year, everything was leading up to Benny Bapps' Visa coming through so he could move to Califor-ni-a to marry me. So that was all pretty much a blur. It was New Year's Eve. The wedding was rockin'. I walked down the aisle to "Fiction" from the Storytelling soundtrack. The weather in Santa Barbara was beautiful. At the reception overlooking the sea, we read the card from Sinister, hand delivered by Jim Purple Trousers. Explaining to my Great Aunt who this Stuart Murdoch is as I read his greeting on the card to our guests was quite amusing. I think that was my favorite wedding present of all. Thanks to everyone who signed the card for us. It makes me happy that I think back to that day and I feel completely satisfied about the way everything turned out. I never wanted a big wedding just because it's too much pressure to have everything go well and be worth all the money a big wedding costs. We managed to pay for it all and it was fairly inexpensive. All I knew was that I definitely wanted to wear a red kimono and I definitely wanted my hair to go with the kimono, and I think it turned out better than I had hoped. I also definitely wanted the groom to show up, and he did! If you want to see wedding pics go to: http://www.members.aol.com/benandrachelapps/album.html Ben works at the same company as I do now. It seems like I spend more time talking about Sinister in my everyday life than I spend actually participating. Every day someone wants to know how Ben and I met, and we tell them it was through our favorite band and Sinister. I'm proud to say I met my husband here on this list, but people who aren't a part of this never understand. Oh well. Everybody asks "How's married life?" and you know what, it's good. It doesn't feel much different than when we were just dating, except he can live here legally now. It's a perk of having that nice legal piece of paper. Of course, this immigration process won't be over for another year or so. By then, we'll probably be ready to move me back to London and we can start the paper trail all over again! Yee haw! The next phase of this year for me includes looking forward to picnics and sunny days and staying out of the Southern California summer heat and in the swimming pool or air conditioned apartment. The aforementioned trip to London next year is also something I think about a lot these days. I'm happy thinking about traveling. Though I hope the war will be over when it's time to go abroad. It's such a terrible thought that it could still carry on. Here's a blast from the past: Some of you may remember that the Rachels on this list had a competition with the Wills and the Chris people and the Rob/y/ins to make the best mixtape. Chu'll be the judge. The Rachels mix was finished and returned to me in December. It took 13 months to complete and traveled across the US to the UK, to Poland and then back to the US again. And if KEN will ever send me his mailing address, I will send it to him for his consideration. The funny thing for me about music lately is that I don't make enough time for enjoying it. I think I used to be far more passionate about music when I was listening to it through headphones. It just seems to have so much more impact on me. I wonder if anyone else feels this way... I am chomping at the bit for some new B&S music. I'm sure I'm not alone with that feeling. Well, it still feels like I don't have anything significant to say. But at least I gave it a shot. I've missed communicating with so many of you. I hope everyone is well. love, Rachel fruitloop-Apps __________________________________________________ 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: everything in its right place
by Liz Daplyn 09 Apr '03

09 Apr '03

Hello hello! What a grand Sinister tweekender it was in London, and not just because on Saturday I didn't have to go more than about 500 yards from my house to participate in all the bowling, bouzing, and bullshitting activities that one could possibly desire to be present at. Boys and girls, ladies and gents, you're all lovely and I hope you enjoyed your weekends, wherever in the world you are, but I am greatly and particularly pleased with the company I've been keeping of late. PERSPIRATION MADE A FOOL OF ME So I was dreading stepping up to the line with my girly 10 pound ball, having made little or no progress with my bowling form of late, but as the frames progressed, I was astonished to find myself racking up the spares, gaining a place in the elite Champions League team (as opposed to the UEFA and Worthingtons Cups that were alternately fought over by the lesser mortals present) for the second game, and, ultimately, an overall bronze position behind Mark and Ken, which is a fine position if you like indie-boy posteriors. Metaphors my mixed unfortunately are. SHE'S GOT IT, BABY SHE'S GOT IT Eventually we escaped the slightly sticky confines of Rowans fine establishment (containing, lest we forget, a 'health suite' and snooker hall as well as 24 lanes of bowling joy) for the mildly more salubrious surrounds of the Worlds End public house, where large leather sofas and banquette seating were commandeered for our use while we ate, drank, and made extremely merry. Unfortunately, or superbly, depending on your opinions on stretch leather halter tops, our inebriated discussion forum was interrupted by the appearance on stage of Venus, North London's premier girl covers band. The daring hypothesis that the Beatles' "Ticket To Ride" may be combined with all popular music numbers was tested in this live setting by a (some would say unwilling and, indeed, unwitting) collaboration between ourselves and the ladies of Venus, and so far has held up admirably, but will require further experimentation until fully empirically verified. Why not try it at home yourselves? OH NO! FOOTBALL! OH NO! Sunday brought a sadly cloudy sky and a trip to Camden, where the goth-residue may be measured by the extent of precipitation of fresh black eyeliner and facial piercings upon all and sundry in the locale. Freshly baked goods, posh crisps, and red red wine were hauled up Primrose Hill, where we reposed shivering until the latter comestible kicked in. There were team sports, and I believe that what passes for our honour was upheld against The Other Belle & Sebastian Interweb Hobby. It was found necessary to repair to a very nice pub for the remainder of the proceedings. AND RELAX... As the Kaiserotto said, there are only a few oldies (in list duration rather than actual age, ducky) still posting, and some are more equal than others. By which I mean to say that I should pay more attention to all your lovely pink writings (reading the archives is a bit conspicuous at work), and contribute more often myself. I'd tie a knot in my hanky for remembrance if I had one, but you'll just have to trust me on this one. Love, Liz :x -------------------------------- yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're) e. e. cummings _________________________________________________________________ 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: the dangers of supply and demand
by Peter Harris 09 Apr '03

09 Apr '03

hello again, Thankyou to the unnamed individual who emailed me last week. aren't you lovely :) Just thought for those who have been swindled out of Glastonbury tickets (many, i would think) that Mr Eavis is embarking on a crackdown of people who are using Ebay or illicitly reselling tickets by any other medium (this is a legal infringement, of course). So, do keep your eyes peeled; I have a sneaking suspicion that in a few weeks there may be another release of recaptured tickets. Good luck! For the rest of you, I was glad to hear about the bowling weekend. Shame i couldn't make it, i like bowling. Especially because of the shoes - i liked them so much i have a pair i swiped. it's the only thing i thieved deliberately. I'm home from uni, back in the manurey countryside that is my very own Tom Wolfe's "home". I got back. But only for 3 days, goodness knows my family are insane. Joke: Two snowmen are standing in a field, and one says to the other "Do you smell carrot?" Ooh, well intentioned post rapidly losing any value... Just thought i'd pay my respects to Edwin Starr, i had the privilege of seeing him perform, albeit with Utah Saints at Reading. But they and he were both exceptional, the highlight of my festival that year. For those people who dislike Thom Yorke's anti-bush remarks, I must say, despite adoring Radiohead's works, that you're right, he does seem just to snipe, rather than discuss. Marilyn Manson is a much more literate and persuasive debater. The new Radiohead album, by the by, is called "Hail To The Thief", a direct quote by protest groups opposing Bush's election (but let's be fair, it was a swindle, and that's not an inflammatory comment as there was bags of evidence. But it's water under the bridge now, and we have bigger fish to fry) Oh, also, did you know that France and Russia were going to veto the UN resolution not on ethical grounds, but because France has lucrative oil dealings with Iraq and Russia has supply line issues in the Middle East? It's sad that everything boils down to money. Douglas Adams said something funny about that in the Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy. That's war, now the White Stripes. The only time i REALLY watched them (exclude Glastonbury 2002) was in September 2002, when they did Yardbird covers with Jeff Beck at the latter's Royal Festival Hall performance. It were quite good. In other respects, i can't say i truly appreciate what they do, as I dearly love harmonious singing voices (cf Mr Murdoch). I'm surprised I emailed again. I thought i may lurk. Maybe i will. Love to you all, Peter xx __________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: Sand in my hair, in my shoes, on my brain
by robin stout 08 Apr '03

08 Apr '03

Dear all I was in the supermarket tonight and two girls were arguing over what date it was. One said it was the sixth, pointing a banana, and the other said it was the seventh, waving a mango threateningly. I stepped into the afray with the calming words that it was actually the *eighth*, and the situation was diffused. The mango was disengaged and the banana settled into the hands the other bananas, to dream of Jamaica and the sun. The thought began to go through my head that if I hadn't known the date there could have been an emergency. Mrs Gnobtree's cat might have stopped being fed one day too early, Julie might have missed her driving test, lonely Uncle Harold might never have received his birthday card and decided that life wasn't so lonely under the wheels of the Number Seventy-Nine. It was a good job that I knew. What if everyone forgot? It's a good job there are people like me around, I think. What if no one had know what day it was? The world would have gone to pieces. I met an old friend the other day who is currently doing a Phd in Sand Dynamics. "What's that about, then?" I asked. "Oh, you know, i mix sand together and turn it upside down, that sort of thing. It's great fun, really." I think it's great that my friend thinks so much of sand. Someone needs to know these things. Maybe not every day, but it's nice to know someone, somewhere is concerned about it. We could have done with him around on <REPORTING BACK> Saturday, at ATP, when we were building a runway for our balloon-powered car on the beach. The sand was misbehaving. I tried to use it to model a pair of boobs, with the help of a couple of whelk-shells, but they collapsed, like a couple of overcooked souffles in an ill-fitting bra. Yes, ATP was a lot of fun. I saw YOU, and talked about YOU, but didn't have much to say about YOU, because we all think you smell. Dave Moore hugged a rubber bunny, Ally Cook forced me to snort the Queen's Poo, Ian and I were taunted by an elderly stooping man for buying a kite ("a kite! ha ha!"). He was so gripped by laughter he went out of control and careered into a rack of name-your-own mugs. Someone told me some bands were playing somewhere too, but whenever I looked in on one of the stages they still appeared to be warming up. The sound man spent most of Saturday afternoon trying to find Radio Two. It was good fun, despite things. Hello to everyone I met. Hope Lucy's feeling a bit better. I wonder if Ally saw the sunrise in the end. </REPORTING BACK> Oof! Time for some more toast, I think.. Robin xxx [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/ ] _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: get out of the sunshine, and into the city
by Retro^Sec 08 Apr '03

08 Apr '03

Somewhere in my mind, I have this one little day dream, that seems to help me through the daily grind and toil of work. It's one of those daydreams that you have kept stored in your head, and it gets you through. Becuase when things start to get too much, you can retreat there, and think "well, this can be hell now, but I'll get what I really deserve soon". Its rather soothing. My daydreams can be wonderful places to live, although occasionally they get too carried away, and I have to remember that I am not really an anonymous eccentric millionaire who gives to the needy, and is secretly hoarding away millions of pounds and could easily jack the job in - and I'm not doing it just to give me something to do. Alas, I'm not there yet. Sometimes, my dreams are tragic, and I'll end up in tears at my own imaginary life. But it gets me through the day. The days have indeed been getting longer, since autumn. They drag on, and I'm not particularly enjoying them at the moment. In a way, it reminds me of those skipping rope games at school. I was inevitably, shit at them. The one where two people hold the rope and whip it round and you have to jump into the middle. I could only do arcs, not full circles. I would wait too long, moving in rythmn to the rope whipping the playground tarmac, before hestitating and then stumbling into the middle. Inevitably, the rope would get caught around a stray ankle of mine. I feel like that now. I'm waiting for the rythmn of the rope, I'm waiting to get the timing right, and again, I'm trying to avoid getting tangled up in a mess because I rushed in at the wrong moment becuase I felt I had to. My friend was telling me the other day, about a summer in Spain. She would sleep on the beach, or somewhere in the woods under the stars, and occasionally stop at a campsite to freshen up. The perfect idylic bohemian summer. That sort of thing never appealed to me particularly. Maybe when I was 15, it appealed, partly spurred on by reading too much Just 17 about getting a sunkissed beach babe look without make up. But back then, in m imagination, there were no bitey insects, or bad hair days, my thighs were thin (thinner than they were even at 15) and I had a warm sunkissed make up beach babe glow. And Johnny Depp was on the beach with me. The truth is, I still look like I've appeared from a sleepness night in the morgue. I did then, and I do now. The sort of thing that appealed to me in later years, was the idea of cosmopolitian cities, those gorgeous street cafes in France with cobbles and flowers dripping from every window and terrace and balcony. And cafes, with chocolate cakes, that were decorated with intricate laces of chocolate, and sprinkles of icing sugar and drizzles of raspberry syrup. Wandering around streets in towns and cities. But when my friend told me about her holiday, I became aware that was something I quite liked the idea of. Bitey insects and everything. Getting so filthy, so disgustingly dirty, having greasy knotted hair, and the scent of sea water, suntan lotion and sweat stuck to my skin. My clothes hanging off me in only the way that crumpled lazy cotton t shirts can, rather than crisp white shirts with collars and cuffs. The idea of getting disgustingly dirty, and yet not giving a damn about it. And then going for a shower, and feeling every drop of water like it is the very first. The sheer feeling of cleanliness after days of filth. I felt like that once, a few years ago. I'd returned from a hot sticky weekend at T In The Park. I hadn't washed for days, I'd tucked my wild hair under a headscarf, wiped my face with baby wipes and applied deodorant as liberally as possible every morning. And Mark and I went home to his house, the car windows rolled down along the motorway to try and get some air into the oven of the car. And his mum had run a bath for me. Sinking into that bath was one of the best baths I'd ever had. It was certainly the most relaxing, the most refreshing, and the most peaceful. Now with my nine-to-five, sitting in the office, getting hot when the sun shines on my back, and my eyes getting lazy and tired from the glare of the computer monitor and the cold persistant blaze of the electric strip of light above me -trying to overpower the light of the sun- and I'm sitting there typing in stupid meaningless words into a screen. I'm sitting there, and I realise how much of the world is ruled by numbers and digits - time; currency; files; size; everything is determined, somehow, by a meaningless series of digits. And words, words that won't mean anything to anyone in 100 years time. Yet I sit there doing this to make things run efficiently. It doesn't make me feel as good as it used to. I don't feel as appreciated as I was. I feel that something has slipped, and all the time, its pulling me along with it. There was a cartoon strip in the Metro newspaper a few weeks ago. It had all of these people wandering towards the grey concrete city, and one guy turning round saying "hey! we're going the wrong way!". In the other direction, there was sunshine, and trees, and flowers and parks. And that is how I feel. I keep walking away from the sunshine. I keep walking towards the merciless world, every morning. Maybe for a day or two, I could walk away, towards the sunshine. But I doubt it would last long. Those numbers, that little issue of money, would come back sooner or later, and I'd have to do something about it. I'd have to earn some again, so I could buy food and gain accomodation, and travel, and generally live. I'm taking a few days off soon, and I'm going off to see my boyfriend, down south. And I am looking forward to it, not only to see him, but to indulge in a few days of escapism. It might not be a beach in Spain, or an exotic beach, but it is just far away enough from the world I see every day. And thats why I keep dreaming about the effortless millions, where I can do what I like becuase I have that luxury. Yours dreamily, idleberry x ===== <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. 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Sinister: only yesterday
by Mark Casarotto 08 Apr '03

08 Apr '03

This may be hopelessly, optimistic, but does anyone sinister have a spare standing ticket for the May 17th Glasgow gig? I'd be extremely grateful - please email me off list if you can help me out. And now, to justify this post... I dreamt I was in The Good Life (US: Good Neighbors) last night, though it invoved a lot of driving down country lanes in a white sports car and hanging around in Austen-style country houses. Both of which suited me, but oy vey! they must've got cold in the olden days. The Sinister weekend was a staggering success. Cheers Ken! Keep your eyes peeled for the next picnic, to be announced shortly. Also, single females - there was quite an overload of hott young available men at this picnic, so throw on your cute summer dresses and get yourselves down to the next one... Has anyone actually taken Struan's advice and got hold of any Yes records? I am dubious to say the least, but feel free to prove me wrong... I won't last a day without you, Mark xxx http://www.joannou.net/biondino __________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: More Reporting Back? Yes please.
by Eric Brasure 07 Apr '03

07 Apr '03

Dearest Sinister, Yes, I was one of the masses of twee folk (ha!) that descended to two corners of London to drink, bowl, drink, drink, eat, drink, picnic, play footie (though I didn't, as I am an American, plus I don't believe in physical activity, dontchaknow), and oh yes, drink. As I lately have the attention span of a two-year old hopped up on pixie sticks, I'll list the more interesting happenings in bullet-point style: -Bowling commenced after a wait that Ken tried to live down by encouraging us all to drink. Mark C. was the overall champ, I think, but in my second game I got three strikes in a row and promptly had an aneurysm. -We then retreated to a local pub, where we all engaged in drunken merriment. I don't remember much of what was said, but we had great fun enjoying the local band of RIOT GRRLS decked out in sexy leather and rocking so hard they made my glasses fly off. -Kieran, Big Stu, Ken and I then retreated back to his posh flat to sleep our drunken states off. Ken's flat is so posh it has a chandelier with a dimmer switch. I highly recommend you stay at the Chu Bed and Breakfast during your next trip to London. -Sunday we commenced picnicking, but it was So Cold we rather quickly retreated to a pub. Some crazy straight boys played football, with Lucy, Kieran, and I the cheering squad for the Sinister team. We left pretty quickly though, as I believe it was warmer in Antarctica. The weekend ended with more drinking, surprisingly enough. All in all, a great time was had. Can I expect another one in June? Love, Eric +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 first great bowling/picnic weekender of 2003: REPORTING BACK
by Ellebelle 07 Apr '03

07 Apr '03

ok. working on the basis you can never have too much REPORTING BACK here goes: The first great bowling/picnic weekender of 2003: REPORTING BACK Sun, smiles, more sun more smiles and some cheers when Lord Ken finally decides to turn up to the big Sinistravaganza outside the illustrious Rowans bowling emporium. We said hello, we talked a bit and then we waited for Mr C to stop talking to 'she was my boss, but now she's my friend'. Into Rowans, out of the glorious sunshine (why?) to start the serious business of the day: getting the drinks in. All was going nicely, the entire Surrey Sinister Massive were enjoying their first gathering, the love hearts were being passed round (sweets, if these are not available to overseas Sinisters), when Mark decided to announce to the assembled masses that i was, indeed, the only single girl there. Thanks for that, Mr C. Not that i'm complaining, i much prefer all charming young men to know that fact, it was just, how do i put this, a little unsubtle. so we went to start bowling. I'm not very good at all things game-like and must apologise to Daf for taking one of his turns (i didn't know that if you get them all down you don't get your second turn). I don't think it made much difference though (I recommend taking Daf to all bowling outings as he will make everyone look expert). there was a lovely pink bowling ball though, it looked really nice when going down the lane/gutter, and that's what matters, really. for the second game we split into leagues so i can't tell you about the competitive action the other side of the hall. in fact i can't even tell you who won the game i was in, though i'm sure it was Eric (three strikes in a row, you know). i (being a popular sort of girl and greatly in demand at social functions) had to run away at this point so i'll leave it to other Sinis to tell you about the rest of the Saturday. ******************* Sunday. 2pm. "Meet outside the cinema at 2pm." they'd said. "We'll be there!" they'd assured me. Ha. Good job i had a book. Sunday. It was cold, very cold and i'd forgotten my hat. i contemplated returning home but decided to give them a chance. Good job i did. Straggles of Sinisters started arriving. No-one looked quite as chirpy as they had on the Saturday. Murmers of beer and even more beer reached my almost frozen ears as delegations went off to Sainsbury's to top up the alcohol level. Loaded with wine, beer and vodka we then stocked up with twiglets and crisps, checked the football and started off to the top of the hill. i can't write much about the actual picnic or football as i was drifting in and out of hypothermia during my time there. A few high/lowlights. *BigStu might nearly be a doctor but he needs some eating lessons. or just to learn to locate his mouth when eating. *Liz makes fab cheese scones and chocy cup cakes (yum) *Archel hides her vibrating phone deep inside her clothing *Marc C takes dirty pants picnicing with him *The Pinefox gets upset when "there just isn't any bread" and makes tuna sandwiches with cheese scones *Stephano plays football with half a bottle of wine in his hand. i think that sums it up. The pub was good. it was warm. i thawed out and ran away before any of the sweaty people turned up. thanks to Lord Ken for arranging this weekend. i laughed lots. we even talked about Belle and Sebastian sometimes... Miss Lucy xxx __________________________________________________ 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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