May 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List (fwd)
by Linda Kerr 22 May '03

22 May '03

Band news... L x ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 21:26:52 -0000 From: band(a)banchory.net To: lulou(a)crockery.org Subject: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List A bit of live broadcast news for you! On May 27 2003 between 10.00 and 11.00pm and June 1st between 07.00 and 08.00am on BBC 6Music will be playing an archive concert from Belle and Sebastian from The Bowlie Weekender (all times British Summer Time). This is a bit of a blast from the past, about four or five songs from the 1999 concert will be aired and you can listen in live online with RealAudio at http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/6music.shtml or with Windows Media Player at http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/6music_asx.shtml And just a reminder for those in Scotland, you can watch highlights of last Saturday's Concern Concert for Africa on STV/Grampian on Friday May 23rd at 11.00pm (British Summer Time). Also, if you want to donate to Concern's appeal to raise funds for those in Africa, you can either donate via their website at http://www.concern.net/help_concern/donate.htm or by calling Concern on 0800 410 510. This is a UK only free telephone number. Cheers, Katrina @ Banchory. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home -- To unsubscribe from this mailing list, visit www.banchoryshop.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Subject: Sinister: Re: The University of Justin
by Sharon Leach 22 May '03

22 May '03

Miss Marianna Thank you for bringing back memories of Justin Timberlake! I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates such wonder ;) And not only did he beatbox for 10 minutes - he did it to Afrika Bambaata *swoon* I was a little worried that *drums* wasn't coming, and literally screamed when it did. My post-JT tinnitus was at the same pitch as the screaming teenagers, so I got relive the experience when I got home... :D I would report back on B&S, but even with the tin foil trousers, Stuart wasn't nearly as exciting as JT ;p sharon x ===== __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. Call 08709 000032 to give or donate online now at http://www.samaritans.org/support/donations.shtm +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: challenge
by Kieran Devaney 22 May '03

22 May '03

so, ok well, today was pretty cloudy i think there might have been a bit of rain in the afternoon there was but i didn't really mind it, rain is ok rain is droplets of water that fall from the clouds in the sky did you know that? it's pretty rad when you think about it i hope you're all doing ok in the rain although of course it might not be raining where you are if it's not then, well, i don't know, i hope you're still ok i am... well, i'm alright yesterday, which was a tuesday was alright i've often said how much i like tuesdays, some people think they're the third day of the week, but i know for a fact that they're the second and first the worst second the best, though monday, that's the first day of the week wasn't the worst, on monday i woke up and watched a dvd of 'dude, where's my car?' on the television, aren't they a great invention? i gave mine a hug because it's so nice to me, why can't people be like that? after the dvd it was time for pancakes, but first i had to decide what to wear, which was difficult, i have this rule for myself that i can't wear anything black on a monday it always causes me trouble, i don't know why i don't just abandon the rule but it's an important rule, i've forgotten why but i've gained weight recently and my red suit doesn't fit me anymore i used to like my red suit buy now that it doesn't fit me i want to burn it i want to burn things sometimes but i put on my tshirt and a skirt anyway and i looked ok on the way downstairs someone said "kieran, don't you usually wear your red suit on mondays?" and she was right, but i wanted to burn her just the same some people, honestly well my tshirt has a picture of two horses on it, and the horses are happy together why can't we all be like those horses? i read in the newspaper a terrible story about two gorillas that escaped from the zoo they escaped by dressing up as japanese tourists and talking their way out of the zoo once they were out they mauled seven people, and killed another nine those gorillas if they were like the horses i was wearing, i tell you, things would not have been like that on the tshirt there is also a picture of a butterfly frolicking near the horses and loving if the gorillas could've got to that butterfly then the consequences don't bear thinking about why don't people try to stop these things? i know i do i kept my horses away from gorillas and i don't even work at the zoo, so how could i have stopped them? why can't people just be nicer? so anyway i was riding my horses into town to get pancakes we stopped off for icecream and to watch a dvd of 'my big fat greek wedding' which is a sort of gangster movie, except set in grease, i think belle and sebastian are on the soundtrack but i might be wrong about that, it might be def leppard someone was explaining to me about john zorn's re-appropriation of 80s hardcore along with various other genres encompassing funk, lounge, surf guitar etc in his seminal naked city band, i think they were on the soundtrack too, though i didn't hear them the ice cream was lots of flavours, red, green as well as orange, the orange wasn't very nice my favourite ice cream flavour is love ice cream is made by freezing milk and then passing it through a filter and then you cut it into cones with scissors i love it when it's dark during the daytime sometimes i wake up and it's so dark, dark all the time, dark in my heart as we rode further on we reached a park with a big lake i love parks with big lakes, why can't everywhere be like that? we sat down, the horses are called nigel and billy, but billy is a girl they are not gay horses i've told peole that, but they laugh, some of them laugh! like billy jean i tell them, from the michael bolton song which i will post the lyrics to: billy jean, you are a horse but a girl not a gay horse you love nigel he loves you chorus we ride into town for pancakes we play video games and eat ice cream chorus chorus now that i think about it it might be a daniel johnston and jad fair song i met daniel and jad for pancakes anyway, along with my aunt who is a queen we had pink grapefruit juice which was pink and a glass of orange juice and stacks of pancakes as high as the moon i mean as high so they went up to being able to reach the moon not the other way round, which is what nigel thought, until i shot him they were very tasty it was very sunny i went to buy some clothes from the store, i think the name of the store was tescos it's where i get my best clothes anyway, it was getting dark by the time i got out but i bought seven ties and a suit made of vinegar then i decided to ride a donkey into town, like our lord in town i stopped for pancakes with my friends joe and chris they told me about a show they had seen on television featuring a serial killer how wrong serial killing is, you ought to be ashamed i said they agreed with me, there is nothing funny about that we discussed the matter at length and then played pac man at the arcade where i was eaten by a ghost how can people just kill like that? we listened to a compilation of bollywood soundtracks and ate pizza by the seaside for a while and then played shinty which i won at by checkmating colin newman from the band wire we stopped to look at some birds on the way into town not birds as in women you sexist fucking cunt but real flying birds aren't birds just wonderful? why can't everywhere be like the sky? i wonder how birds manage to get all the way up there do you think humans will ever be able to attain unaided flight? after dinner i flew into town for some pancakes with robert and pat robert is my paediatrician (i hope i've spelled that right!) and we were shot at by some welsh people why can't everyone be like the welsh? down the front of the gig was tom jones and cerys matthews, we walked the 200 yards into town and ate pancakes which had welsh sauce made from leeks and valleys on them and tom sang us a song based on the stereophonics album 'just enough education to perform' which is a funny title i have an education, that day at school i drew a picture of keiji haino in oil pastel and they hung it on the wall in the dining hall, so now whenever i'm eating and whenever anyone is eating they have to look up at the dark magus of japanese psych rock i think that's only fair after they gave me a d for my gcse maths coursework for my maths coursework we had to work out the area of various nets for cuboids i tried to devise a formula but all i could think of was piet mondrian and that part in catch 22 when it stops being all surreal and funny and Yossarian is plunged into a bosch-esque nightmare landscape outside the streets were damp and we walked off into town for pancakes, we talked and brian told me all about his history on the riviera, he had been a lollipop man until they invented belisha beacons he said he wanted to chop them all down with his axe the street was cold and dry i counted the bricks on the house, there were seven there has got to be more than this i thought and i was right, there were some round the corner that i had missed that made nine on the corner someone tried to sell me a paper, it had red writing on it and you couldn't buy it in the newsagents, i was about to go for pancakes so i couldn't stop to tell him exactly what i thought of him but he was an ugly man, i bet he is ugly inside, like that cat we cut open on christmas eve i put on my purple anorak for the day because it was the morning it was a f-f-f-friday which is my favourite day of the week you know what they say in some restaurants? tfi friday, which stands for thank goodness it's friday this is because working in a restaurant is not much fun i had to work in a restaurant once, to table five i brought a salad to table twelve i brought some steak to table six i brought some anchovies to table nine i brought some pancakes to table seven i brought some ice cream to table four i brought some fish to table eight i brought some oysters to table eleven i brought some peppers to table ten i brought some lasagne to table nine i brought some chips to table eight i brought some pizza to table seven i brought some fire to table six i brought some salad to table five i brought some fish to table four i brought some cake to table three i brought some potato to table two i brought some biscuits to table one i brought some chocolate to table zero i brought some pasta phew! after all that i was tired! thank goodness it's friday how is the weather where you are? here it's a bit damp they say the crops wont grow if it stays like this i think someone has stolen all the soil how could someone do that? what kind of a country is this? i wish everywhere was like samoa they have soil there in abundance, and i hear it's rich in lime how are you? i am... well, i'm alright we moved downstream into town to get pancakes today i decided to wear my feather boa there's someone called feather boa! imagine that! she and i go way back i wrote in my diary about playing nintendo i watched a dvd of bon jovi playing live i had the new pink grapefruit lucozade it wasn't very nice it tasted like pink grapefruit i watched a dvd of "kickboxer 2" lionel and i chatted about baseball nicky wire from the manic street preachers was leading the herd and i rode nigel after him, he was riding billy the rest of the herd have names, but you have to guess them they are all the reincarnations of famous people though so it isn't that hard the one that's samuel beckett just sits and says "nothing to be done" because there's nothing to be done but he's wrong! that kind of attitude is ruining america! but i think he's ok, we played lacrosse and i bought some new hats and now i can play lacrosse properly with each new hat i can be a new person! he won at lacrosse but it was ok because he watched a dvd of "indpedendance day" which has will smith and stuart maconie in it stuart maconie is my idol i think he's the best i think he has the most unique face in the world, i watched his face during the movie and i think it looks different it has a different cadence you might say like scotland the cadence of stuart maconie's face is like scotland i think we sat in for pancakes on the way into town and stuart and i talked about television and he told me about this awful show which dug up the recent past and made it an object of ironic adulation, that was like sooooo crazy why can't more people be like stuart? it was sunny the sun is actually a big ball of burning gas far far away i hear ken chu is a real person he has a job in a hospital it was cloudy though i picked up my kids from the vet, they are nice but they whine too much i give them milk, but a lot of the time it doesn't help things are tough sometimes we played jenga and then tennis out on the lawn, i won at both one of the things that has always worried me is: will we ever be able to time travel? i asked the children and they thought we would and i believe them i looked into their faces and i saw the future and they were serious and i believed them children are our future they were each wearing a sailor suit except for little emily who had a dress on in their eyes was every hope that we have ever had they said there would be time travel and i hold them responsible i dropped them off with their parent/guardian, it was late in the evening and decided to go into town for pancakes but what would i wear? i put on my black jacket but it didn't feel right it felt distended, whatever that means while i decided what to wear i put the radio on, there was a song on which had rapping how can people be like that? i changed the station, why can't all music be like what i found it was rick wakeman, who i love while i was dancing to rick, daniel came over and he had been visiting the lions in the zoo we decided to change plans and go into town for pancakes on the way we met my mother, who was sad and drunk, though it was still very early in the morning i crossed the road to avoid speaking with her on the way we stopped to play pinball and eat croissants we took a train into town and we played snooker on the way and ate pasta john told me how hard it had been for him recently there was a dvd playing of pearl jam live eddie vedder dedicated a song to me, i'd seen it before it was a live version of danny boy, a cover it was different this time, alec empire made a guest appearance there are seventeen steps from my house to the shop on the corner i counted them as i walked there the shop is very sad, most of the things are old and nobody buys them i bought bread i bought milk the man and i didn't speak, even though i go in there almost every day i looked at the shelf behind him filled with once bright things now gone grey how can people be like that? why can't everywhere be like the pyramids? life is so cruel on the way back we met danny who is a doctor and he said i'd be better soon i said we should go into town for pancakes sometime he said he was free on tuesday and i think i'm free on tuesday that was yesterday lucy and i spoke on the phone about jam, she likes the consistency to be thick i also like the consistency to be thick what do you think? how are you today? i am... well, i'm alright today i decided to wear a skirt for the first time in years it was black, i usually wear black on mondays but i did today i watched a dvd of "titanic" and celine dion made me cry sarah came over and we watched a dvd of "men in black 2" ah, i think will smith is so great i drank a bottle of juice the flavour was orange i wonder how they get the bits out alan told me they use a sieve, which is a bit like... like... like i woke up and on the telly was a dvd of alice coltrane live in concert still playing from the night before she was singing "baby one more time" the song finished and the camera focussed on her it drew right in, it was like she stepped from the televison she started talking but i have forgotten what she said later alice came over and we hung out and watched movies and talked about life she told me about something she had read in the newspaper about some people who had hit some other people how can people do that? i was so sad that we took the hovercraft into town for pancakes on the way we stopped off at claire's house and talked to her she told me that her father was doing ok and she compimented me on my kula shaker tshirt barry and paul came over and we played space invaders until it was time to have lunch i didn't have any bread in the house so we decided to nip into town for some pancakes the pancakes were marvellous and we played aussie rules football afterwards which is a game where you put coins in the slot and pull the arm and then hope you get three matching cherries which i did not why is life so unfair? i met crispin on the way into town and i invited him to join me for pancakes, we talked a bit about school and he said that the maths coursework was going to be hard he had spoken to one of the teachers and she had told him that it involved integers whatever those are i told him i wanted to do a painting of someone and he said that maybe stuart stapleton would be a good idea i can just imagine it hanging in the dining hall, the dark magus of studio manipulation looking down upon everyone as they ate that would be a punishment for my bad grade at o-level german mach spass! i read for a while, a magazine called the nme which told me that miles davis is releasing a new record i hate punk rock i drank a glass of milk while listening to some music, here are the lyrics: it was an instrumental the weather here today was a blizzard, i was going to go into town for pancakes with simon but the snow and wind made it impossible how is the weather where you are? how are you? i am... well, i'm alright roger came over and we talked about comic books i told him my dreams and he said they were good ones i believe him too, he is a serious man, i think i might love roger later we went into town for pancakes but stopped on the way to talk to the police apparently the penny farthing isn't allowed on roads anymore what sort of country has this turned into? i was scared that we were going to get a fine, but roger told the police the situation after that they seemed to calm down a bit the one officer was nice, his name was paul he fixed me with inquisitive eyes that's a line from belle and sebastian i don't think the song has been released yet perhaps it wont ever be why are people like that? stuart and david came over and we watched a dvd of "honey i blew up the kid" which is my favourite movie we talked about the economy and about politics and we were mostly in agreement less is more i told him and he nodded his head i gave him a picture i had painted of john fahey but he didn't understand i told him that i painted it when i was at school and that it had hung in the dining hall and that once i had heard him commenting on how much he liked it i was always too scared to speak to him in school but he said he didn't want it and afterwards i cried for hours i met joseph in town for pancakes he asked me when there would be an end to all this nonsense and i said there would on tuesday it was fatal joseph and i go way back he drew a map to town for me on squared paper because i'm new and i don't know the way he said we could meet up for pancakes tomorrow frank and i went out dancing and then into town for pancakes we were playing mario kart on his gameboy he stopped every so often to look at the scenery isn't it nice this time of year? he told me about his grandmothers funeral how she had always joked about having the theme from 'fame' played at the ceremony and how they had put it on in the church and everyone sobbed to the words and his voice cracked as he told me i said it was just a song why are people like that all the time? why can't things be like they are in quebec? after supper i listened to gil scott herren on the stero pete came over and we ate pasta from a plastic carton he had bought it from the sainsburys at the station and it came with a free plastic fork how do people make a profit these days? we decided to into town for pancakes but stopped on the way to have a dip in the sea it was cold and the salt was in our hair and the sand was in our shoes mark e smith was on the beach and he told me about the time the sky above his house had been so clear he could see all the way over the bay we walked back through the fog to andrea's and played playstation then we watched a dvd of "happy gilmore" then we listened to camera obscura on the stereo chris came over the hill and he was carrying something it was pancakes he told me about a war there had been and i asked him why people are like that he said it was because they don't know when to stop i told him i could stop whenever i wanted but he just shook his head i wanted to burn him then i took back the painting of masami akita that i had given him he had helped me get a good gcse in french i drank a bottle of orange squash in the park with ian he told me about his religion and i laughed he didn't seem to mind we walked twelve steps to the boating lake the ducks were out in force suddenly a child leapt from a building across the street how can people do that? everyone ran to look but i could see his reflection in the sunset coloured lake it was tuesday i read in the newspaper that the child died how can people do that? at the station i met chloe and george their train was terribly late i asked them why, but george seemed reluctant he said there was a problem, they had stopped for a long time but he didn't know why that it was nothing to worry about we moved off and i pressed him about it but to no avail we were almost home before the boy came running back i asked him what the delay had been george tried to wave it off, try to stop the boy from talking but he faced me straight and said that a child had fallen from the carriage and under the wheels then there was just the noise of the wind soon i am starting again like the wheels on a tractor round, round and round i am... well, i'm alright - kieran _________________________________________________________________ Find a cheaper internet access deal - choose one to suit you. http://www.msn.co.uk/internetaccess +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Love on the mash
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 21 May '03

21 May '03

A bit late with the potato puns, perhaps, I actually thought of this last week but couldn't think of anything more worthwhile to post about, and then all of a sudden it was an overwhelming blitz of F!U!N! that had me each night going "My! This is the best night ever!". Haha, apparently diary entry posts aren't welcomed here(???) so I thought I'd fuck up the programme. No really, this is almost as long as the bible, if you print this out this can probably last you a very long pooing session. THURS 15, May, 2003 - LONDON ========================= A few pints after work with a friend from school was the ideal warm up for the weekend of extravagant dancing and booze consumption. The pub was by the Train station and is decorated to a locomotives theme (do you see what they've done there?). Which was somewhat a fitting place to start the adventure, and much fun was had at the said pub. After bidding farewell it was time to go on an actual train, to the fair Highbury & Islington for pubbing before going to a club called "How does<censored>feel to be<censored>". Before the pub though, I surprised myself by eating a whole chicken and chips meal by myself, a feat never done before (actually I HAVE had chicken feet before, oh you know what I meant). And I must say "H<c>D<c>I<c>F" was fantastic as ever, and added bonus was that they've replaced the pinball machine from Judge Dredd (which was knackered), to THE WHO's PINBALL WIZARD PINBALL MACHINE! Wow. And then I danced for ages, and we had a Highgate PARTYBUS home and our party was so great that some guy joined in on our conversation about The Sex Pistols even though he didn't know who they were, top bloke! FRI 16, May, 2003 - LONDON -> SANDBACH -> DUMFRIES -> GLASGOW ======================================================= Friday morning woke up knowing that you don't have to go to work, you took a day off even thinking about it would make you smirk. So yes after waking up with a delightful hangover thinking "My! That was the best night ever!", I had to get ready for the big road trip to Glasgow! The car journey ---------------------- Stevie T arrived just as I was hastily creating a Salmon and Cream Cheese Bagel, when that finally was finish it was time for take-off. It was a very exciting journey up the motorway through the picturesque landscapes of Hamel Hampsted, Milton Keynes and Birmingham, after a short break at a motorway service station at "Sandbach" in Cheshire (which is apparently one of the areas with the highest disposible income) we were flying through the lake district - it was a shame that the normally breathtaking views of the great hills were obscured by the blanket of rain. I was ashamed to not knowing the origins of most of the tracks on my own car tape. And soon after coming off the M6, it was time to take an adventure into the historical town of Dumfries, on the way there we saw a sign that apparently points to "Camera Obscura", and true enough as we drove by there were the members of the band waving to us, well it may have been nice if that had happened. Instead though we found a Lucy B who we had the pleasure of chauffering up the A701, M74 and M8 and into Glasgow, and after half an hour of getting very very lost I gave up and bought a Glasgow A-Z and found that we were within walking distance to where we wanted to go. The other bit ------------------ The hotel we stayed in was at the heart of the action, it was within walking distances of everywhere including a wonderful Italian Restaurant that lets you sit inside and chat without ordering any food, a "fast service" Fish and Chips shop that sell Haggis Suppers Digression: Did you know? In a scottish chipshop a "supper" means "with chips"!!! That's the greatest thing ever. Then it was time for the PUB, the Pewter Pot Pub is to be recommended and not just for its alliteratory brilliance, as it is also THE BEST KARAOKE VENUE EVER and they have a book with 9328932 songs listed on it. There were performances from Mark C, Pine F, Stevie T, Ken C and Richard G, with Princess H, Linda K, Lucy B in audience. Mark B and Michael G by going early have missed out on an "Amazing, Bloody Great, Wonderful" session of karaoke indeed (to quote Pine F). And then it's the real thing, the Winchester Club! After paying money to Carey L, we were just in time to catch the later half of Language of Flowers, who were excellent, and then it was Dudley Corporation's set, who were Rawking as ever, on the wall you can see the inch-perfect blur that is Joss M's drumming, and YEAH, later on there was DANCE FLOOR INVASION, too, three times! \m/ and then there were DANCING, and saying "long-time-no-see" a lot, as I haven't seen so many people there for a long time and it was wonderful to see them again, as well as meeting people I didn't know! A girl came up to me to tell me that I didn't make her horny, which was nice, but then later I sent another girl head over heels. The club was the best place ever the drinks were cheap and also at the bar there was a tray of glasses and a jug for Self-Serviced Water!!! The greatest idea in the world, ever. And then about 2am it was a quick stumble to the hotel, apparently I had B.O. Problem. SAT 17, May, 2003 - GLASGOW -> GLASGOW -> GLASGOW ============================================== I never thought I'd ever develop murderous thoughts against a telecommunication device, but this morning when the alarm on the phone (which I've set myself) went off at 8:30am I felt RAGE. Things soon calmed down after receiving breakfast. Toast, I like toast. I was determined not to miss the Film of the Evening at the Hotel which was the enticingly titled "Casimo". However I was later persuaded that I should go and see a gig instead. Even after watching 2 hours of Delia teaching people how to tell a good egg from bad ones there was still plenty of time to go before Picnic (which looked less and less on as the weather deteriorated), we went off Crusin'... Digression: If you put a bad egg in a glass of water it will float! Because air would get trapped inside an old egg. And if you try and poach old eggs, well, *chuckle* I won't even SAY what would happen. ... crusin' around glasgow is a blast! Especially if you start it by going the wrong way out of a cul-de-sac, and after a lot of traffic lights and two bridges we arrived at the 13th Note Cafe, a place which I've had some fond memories of, drinking coke and eating chips with the company of Lucy B, Paul F, Stefano S and Rachel Q has never been so much fun. Then it was time for more crusin', gettin' lost, and then walkin', gettin' lost, and finding The Tap, which is also to be recommended and not just for it's alliteratory brilliance. When we arrived, the lounge area was filled with 344 people whom I thought at first were all sinister types until i realised that half of them were just weirdos who aren't on internet mailing lists and were just there to watch the FA Cup final. I will not mention this FA Cup final further, because it pains me. There were much frolics inside that pub, at one point I was caught looking down a young lady's top, shame on me, and I had a nice serving of soup that was made of excellent Brie. And then it was time for juvenile fun of graffiting in the park and breaking into studios and making ameteur Jackass videoes, all of which were fun fun fun and then it was time for FOOTIE. If someone told me that we were going to play footie maybe I would have worn something more appropriate than Doc Marten's Boots. Still it didn't stop me making those perfectly timed passes to the opponents. The final score Rest of The World 5 - 3 England (I think). Although if it was cricket then it would have been a draw as rain stopped play and half the players were injured by then anyway - you let twee fuckers do sports and that's what happens. The Gig ----------- And after another visit to The Tap it was time for Going Gigging, which is to be recommended and not just for its alliteratory brilliance. After briefly saying hi to Sweetie A it was time for Delgados! They were excellent, although I think they must be pretty stingy because people kept saying they were tight. They seemed quite generous to me, playing flawless guitars and keyboards and cellos and stuff all for charity. Mull Historical Society sounded excellent from the TV at the bar (this venue is the BEST EVER, it shows you the gig inside the giggy bit through a TV at the bar!), spoke to lots of people during then Including Sweetie A, Stu G, Robin S, Kieran D etc. and there was some B&S STALKAGE going on, one lucy winner got to have a photo taken with Stuart M! Then came the best bit of the gig, Karen D! Giving her best comedy impressions or was it impressions of comedy, dunno. Then B&S came on and Stevie J told Karen D to Fuck The Shit, swearing sounds a lot nicer when it's through a harmonica. Then near the end of the song Stuart M came out to thunderous applause before playing Dirty Dream #2 (I think). They played so many tunes, mixture of old and new and it was excellent! The set was a little on the short side but then if you have to fit 3 gigs in one night that's understandable, but they did come back for an ENCORE, Stuart M did the best pun ever! * Stuart M plays Amaj7, Emaj7(?), Amaj7, Emaj7 Stuart M: Oh man! That's Beautiful isn't it? * Ken thinks to himself "hahahaha, see what you did there" Before finding the best chords to play Judy And The Dream of Horses with. According to someone at the crowd it was A and D. \m/ After the gig people had split camps to go to either The Art School or A House Near The Art School, and then it was time to retire to the humble hotel, which is to be recommended and not only because of its alliteratory brilliance. Sigh, missed out on "Casimo", of which I would have liked to See More, But, it was nice to lie on the bed and watch the ceiling spinning around. My! This is the best night ever SUN 18, May, 2003 - GLASGOW -> GLASGOW -> DUMFRIES -> LONDON ======================================================== Woke up at 9:15 thinking that I must have missed out on Breakfast (which is an essential part of Bed n Breakfast - which is to be recommended, and not only for its alliteratory brilliance), before I found that wahey on Sundays breakfast is served til 10am. So after Breakfast it was time for more TV watchage and then goodbye sayage to Mark C, David M, Mrs David M, Sally M and Paul F, who of course I won't see again for a long time. Then it was more crusin', and finding that the 13th Note is shut on such unearthly hours of the Sunday Morning, and finding a coffee shop that is 1/2 Coffee Shop, 1/2 Internet Cafe and 1/3 Bank!!!! You do the maths. It was excellent and they have Irn Bru there (made of girders!) And then it was photo takage and findage of funny volkswagen and then drivage and then car parkage and grand prix watchage and parking ticket findage and walkage and then pub findage and then eatage! The Eatage part was especially good, after getting the correct food, the tartar sauce was excellent. At the pub we learnt that geezers are actually pure gallas. And then it was a fun car journey home. After going through the curry scented Dumfries, it was a rollercoaster ride thorugh the treacherous weather along the M6, the clouds and the reflection of streetlights forming two rainbows at the end of the road, it was quite disturbing to realise later that the end of the rainbow is in fact Birmingham. Later on the clouds behind us have cleared just as the sun was setting but the clouds in front were dark and the storm is roaring, which made it very strange that as I looked behind me it was bright and the sunset was beautiful yet in front there is nothing but the funereal gloom that is the road ahead. Kind of summed up by feeling at that particular time when I thought about the wonderful weekend I'd had in comparison with the week of unpromising work. And then it was Ken Home, and then sleep. The best weekend ever. MON 19, May, 2003 - London ====================== Monday morning (which isn't to be recommended despite its alliteratory brilliance) wake up knowing that -- instead of going to have breakfast and watching TV -- you have to go to work. All that is left are memories, and photos. ------ So yeah that was my Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday and Monday, sorry it was a bit on the long side. (ed: that's what you always say to the girls...) If Thursday was called Jursday and Friday was called Iriday, then if you list all the days from Jursday to Monday the initials will spell JISSM. Haha. I hope for health sake you have actually finished your poo by now. Ken ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. 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Sinister: pianos filled with flames
by Matthew Henderson 21 May '03

21 May '03

Hi kids, Been a while? Not long enough. So you pricks want some reporting back??? Well, I'm shoving it down your throats anyway, and if you've got a problem with that, you can SUCK IT. Everything has really already been covered in Juicy Lucy's, except me. Bitch. So the weekend began at the Winchester Club. Yeah, that was right good fun it was! Drinking my beers, dancing with the birds, some dickless shits getting stomped outside. FUCK YEAH I say!!! Throughout the weekend I encountered oh so many personalities, but in reality, I didn't. I will say that the man with the coolest name ever, the man that can do everything, the most dahling american, her boyfriendwhohashadhislifechangedsurelybylondoncallingthisweekendorhewillnotbemyfriendanymore, that CHUD from down south who apparently ain't from down south (i owe you ten, i'll pay you back HOWEVER you want), this italian dude, the most beautiful girl in britain, a visitor who defines fox, a gentlemen who is a totally different kind of fox, the girl with a nice ass who really loves the dance floor, that kid from the north who is far too young to be smoking, a bass player and his bird (who were MIA on saturday), the guy from the south who has no hair and broken ribs (i wonder how?...SHEEIT), aberdeen folk that don't recognize me, some guy from london who is just pants, that tall gent whose name was not caught by yours truly (but a hell of a keeper), the quiet man, the quiet girl, and shit...loads more. Lucy was absent in my version. Saturday I rushed out to the pub, but rushed back home when I thought of ways to fix my computer. After going back, we played a match of footie, which i am PISH it. My leg is unhappy, but i was all "fuck you leg" and ripped that shit up even more! It ain't football without the fuckin pain. You gots to be H.A.F. to play that. I only saw half the Delgados, but them mothafuckas was ON. I skipped that mull shit to check out the local alcohol scene, and watched snake plissken kick some mothafuckas ass, then the belles came on. That poncey basterd in the fucking silver slacks man...that dude is the shit. They was good and all, so I decided not to give him a right good beating for them trousers. On any other day... After that it was to the art school to get wasted and get laid, but neither happened. Them bitches were too damn lame I thought, with their fucking artsy fartsy shit. So i didn't dig that, and decided to give the birds a rest. It was a choice man, don't give that look, or i'll batter ya! That ended, and that was that. Yeah, it was cool and all. The funny cartoons on the wall made my head spin, and I shot out of there in a blind rage, fighting the fascists and small people. chicken donner kebabs is where its at. Okay, I'm done with that. Enjoy? I didn't think so. Shove it. can you tell I'm just waiting for the final episode of buffy to finish downloading? -what was i thinking when i let go of you?????? _________________________________________________________________ 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: my post will go on...
by Retro^Sec 20 May '03

20 May '03

Good day, sinister. Don't you just love Parklife by Blur? I know I do. Today I woke up at 7:30. I had originally set my alarm clock for 6:45, as I thought I may need to wash my hair. When the alarm clock went off at 6:45, I got up, checked my hair, checked to see if it was brushable using a round brush, and realising that it was, I went back to bed. The alarm clock went off exactly 9 minutes later. Why oh why do alarm clocks go off nine minutes later once youve hit snooze? Whats wrong with a nice round 10? Well, I decided I wasnt going to bother trying to catch the early train, at 7:43, as I did that for the whole of last week. Oh crazy life. I realised, when I checked the clock on my mobile phone, which my alarm clock is exactly ten minutes fast. I must have set it that way some time ago; to make sure I got up and out of bed at a reasonable time in the mornings. I am terrible for sleeping in. I once went away on a business trip, and stayed at a hotel. I had set my clock, but I must have hit snooze, because I got a call from reception telling me that my colleagues were ready to leave for the meeting. I rushed around, and ran down the high street, eventually catching up with them. Nobody ever forgot about that. So I lay in bed some more, this morning, sleeping. Sleeping is so much fun, dont you agree? Then my alarm clock went off at 7:20. And I knew I really had to get up. I had a quick shower, and then I got dressed, and stood around my room trying to find something suitable to wear. My white bra was in the wash, so I couldnt wear my white shirt. Additionally, as I have gained some weight recently, I felt too self-conscious to put on my clean suit. It fitted properly when I bought it a few years ago, but now its a little too snug, and shows my knickers line beautifully. So I opted for my long brown cord skirt, and a three-quarter length plum top, that is a bit old, but still suitable for work. I went to the kitchen. My mum was there, she was considering going into town to do some shopping either today or Thursday. As the weather looked promising this morning blue skies and sunshine she decided to go today. She had kindly spread some flora onto two slices of seeded bread for me, and made me some toast, with strawberry jam on top. I usually make my toast with only flora, as I cannot always be bothered dipping the knife into the jam pot and risk having too much and spilling it down my top. She hadnt made me a coffee though, although the kettle was not long boiled. So I poured some hot water onto the coffee granules in the bottom of my belle and Sebastian mug, and added two slim teaspoons of white sugar, and a splosh of milk. I then made my sandwiches for lunch. I had some lunchmeat, on each slice, and added some pre-washed salad from a clear plastic bag. Then I chopped three slices of red pepper and put that on top. Then I put the slices together, and cut it in half, length ways. Then I got a sandwich bag and put the sandwiches into that. Then I went to the living room, and ate my breakfast, and discussed the birds with my mum. Not as in sex, but as in, actual starling chicks. They have just left their nest today, and were apparently out on the lawn for the first time, picking up anything they saw and checking if it was edible. One picked up a leaf; another picked up a little mound of dirt and didnt know what to do with it. Then I went to my room, and put on my make up. After that, I checked the dining room, and noticed that my red t-shirt was clean, albeit un-ironed. But it wasnt creased, so I changed my top, as I prefer my red t-shirt. Then I brushed my teeth, and then my hair, and located my socks. Then I left the house and walked briskly to the train station, as I was running late. Ah well. Life, its a crazy old thing. Things happen. Men wear shiny trousers that make you look at their crotches. Birds grow, flap their wings and pick up leaves that they mistake for worms. Paint dries. Wierd. Love Retro^ X __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. Call 08709 000032 to give or donate online now at http://www.samaritans.org/support/donations.shtm +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Aww...Stuart, you shouldnae huv.
by Ian porter 20 May '03

20 May '03

*ahem* I love Stuart Murdoch's Shiny Shiny Disco-Magic Tinfoil Love-Troosers. That is all. _________________________________________________________________ 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 University of Justin
by therapy.services＠uclh.org 20 May '03

20 May '03

Courtesy of the "Win a Phone" competition from the ever-fabulous Popworld. Who Invented the Telephone? a) Bell and Sebastian b) . Ho ho ho. Did you hear? Belle and Sebastian played over the weekend. You wouldn't know it from the LACK OF GIG REPORTING BACK. Still, I bet it was great. I bet they played a bunch of old classics and a few newbies. I bet Stevie looked hott. I bet they larked about on stage and I bed Stuart did his little laugh which is just, so. But I'd like to move it move it along now to some serious reporting back of that other great concert of the weekend It is such a great thing to go to a concert where the fans really make an effort to scream and clap and dance and HAVE FUN and do things like making banners and sticking the letter J to your chest, and U, S, T, I, N to your mates' racks. Where people FAINT because they're so excited. Where Spencer from Eastenders gets mobbed by people because, well, because "It's not Justin but he's famous so he must have touched him so let's kiss him!". Where there is a seemingly endless Mexican wave that lasts - I kid you not - for five minutes. I haven't been to a gigantic pop concert since my days as Take That groupie, and I can't tell you how great it felt to be back. Or rather, I can. The Timberlake spectacular was the rockingest popalicious groove of a performance complete with flaming balls of fire! A five-minute Justin beatbox free-for-all! Fireworks! Amazing visuals! Old School Tunage!* Gravity defying dance moves! Justin playing guitar!** Props must also got to he boy for turning "Cry Me A River" into an echoey gospel slice of genius and "Like I Love You" was so wonderful /I/ almost fainted from the goodness. Oh, and let me just mention, I've heard Justin say "DRUMS!" live. The finest pop moment EVER and I get to hear it from the man himself. Swoon, swoon, swoon. Hoop Earring Girl: There were loads of guys there! I couldn't believe it. And they knew all the lyrics - what's all that about? They must be gay. I'd be a gayyer for Justin. Frankly, I agree for it was very hard not to get down and go all Salt 'n' Pepa over the phwoarness of Justin that night. Aside from sporting an awful, awful black hip-hop wannabe tracksuit for a brief moment, he looked totally hunkalicious and even wore a hipster arm sock at one point and oh my god - MULTIPLE FEDORAS! Again with the yayness. Next week: Marianna goes all ghetto on yo' ass when she watches Princess Superstar do her thang. This week I've also been basking in another pre-pubescent pastime. And yes, I realise that most of you are all "that is so lame and boring", but having grown up in a country that's prone to bush fires and thus banned them, having fireworks go off in your own backyard is totally sweet. And it's even better when you're watching it whilst eating canapés and sipping on your 'nth glass of champagne. Oh yes, I've moved from the frighteningly loud man in a fishnet vest locale to posh North London and have shiny new fun housemates. Which has led to the busy-ness of meeting all the passer-bys and dropper-ins and have been repeatedly answering the "so, who are you?" question which would invariably lead to me flashing my passport as proof that yes, despite the accent, I /am/ Australian. Of course it was only later when, staring into my gin martini in some random Soho bar that I asked (not entirely un-Zoolander like), "Who am I?" Or rather, "How best to answer that inevitable question that follows on from introductions?" And I thought, presently, I shall answer it with "I am someone not to be trifled with!" together with some vague declaration that I'm a mixture of Spaced's Daisy Steiner, Sex and the City's Charlotte and The Basic Eight's Natasha. Although, plausibly, that could be an incorrect description but it's one that I'm at least trying to emulate AND I have the vampy vintage shoe zippo, ribbon headbands and insane ideas and adventures to prove it. Of course, now I've realised I've picked up the bug of self-awareness. Shit. Relevance to come post-haste. xx Miss Marianna * Old School N'Sync tunage that is - "Girlfriend" ** I know, who would have thought? It smacks of Jason Orange to me, but who cares when he wiggles his ass like /that/? ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. 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Sinister: Reporting Back
by Lucy Alder 20 May '03

20 May '03

Dear Sinister I was so cream-crackered on Sunday night that I went to sleep at 8.30pm. Why? Need you ask? My weekend began when I dashed out of the office at one oclock and bussed into town to try to find something to wear. After three hours, Id only purchased the Hidden Cameras album, which has its uses, but doesnt cover much, especially on me. So I wore the same clothes Ive worn to the Winchester half a dozen times before white v-neck, cap-sleeved top with navy and red stripes, denim skirt and red mary janes. I did my make-up when I got there because I was in such a rush, then set about icing the 94 fairy cakes I had made for the occasion (94!) Gav had also made a stupendous sponge cake and brought balloons, so at 9pm sharp, we opened the doors and started celebrating. And lots of people came! This is a list of Sinisterines I saw over the weekend, because I cant remember which bits they came to and which bits they didnt: HONEY AND LINDA, Ally Cook, Gav and Sarah, Carey Lander, Mark Casarotto, Ailsa Watson (nee Ross), Nick Dastoor, Robin Stout, Elaine, Sally and David Moore, Nal, James Thorniley, Stefano and Sunnyset, Lindsay, the Ginger Fox, the Pinefox, Stevie T, Jim Purple Trousers, Mr & Mrs Carsmile Steve, Ken Chu, Jo and Ian, Michael Grant, Kristin and Mark, LisawhoboughtStruanscar and friend x, Mistopher Chris and Missipher Julia, Keith, Big Stu, Stacey and Richard, Joss and Dudley of course um, I think Ive run out of steam there. The bands were great. Language of Flowers prompted energetic dancing from two young gentlemen and there was a kind of stage diving from the Dudley Corporation (I like to see imaginative use of space). But these bands arent *really* what you want to hear about, are they? OK, lets move on to the picnic and THEN you can have your content. The picnic didnt happen. I got to Kelvinbridge station at exactly the time God decided to spend a penny all over Glasgow. So we went to the pub, which was quite handy, because the FA Cup Final was on. Meg supported Arsenal, the rest of us didnt. She won, but we got to laugh at Thierry Henrys diving skeez. We ate, we drank, we were amazed by a person who looked like a Columbian drug runner and an old man who appeared to be using a giant syringe to inject himself with coca cola, then I had to go home and get the tickets, which Id forgotten to bring out with me, but it did give me a chance to shower, change and redo my face and hair, avoiding the need to wriggle about in a pokey toilet cubicle. Then I went to the gig. The Delgados were great, Mull Historical Society were ignored in favour of the bar, Karen Dunbar was truly hideous. Then, on comes Stevie, sharp suited and bespectacled, wielding a harmonica. And this is a list of what they played: Fuck This Shit (Struan waits backstage and Makes An Entrance at the end, to cheers, presumably because the SILVER TROUSERS ARE BACK!) Dirty Dream #2 (During which I realise that the boom is going to be swinging over our heads for the entirety of the gig and that this could get a bit annoying) If You Find Yourself Caught In Love Roy Walker (fingerclicks supplied by audience) Seeing Other People Like Dylan In The Movies (featured a more acousticky introduction, which I quite liked) Travellin' Light Step Into My Office, Baby (doesnt half sound like Good Vibrations) Don't Leave The Light On Baby (Stefano and I clapped in the wrong place oops) Dog On Wheels The Boy With The Arab Strap I'm A Cuckoo Sleep The Clock Around Encore: Judy And The Dream Of Horses (before which the band spends approximately ten minutes no exaggeration trying to remember how to play the darn song in the first place. Tsk.) During two songs, the onstage cameraman managed to walk backwards into a keyboard and accidentally play it with his arse (insert comment about it being a shame we never got to see Isobel play the piano with her arse which, surely, would have been magnificent). Um, what else? Richard still has a beard. I cant remember anything else. After the gig, I told everyone to go to the Art School, then ended up back at Allys flat, for which I apologise. The next day, I saw Mark, Sally and Paul onto their train and then did culcher with Mr & Mrs Moore. We were suitably twee (argh! That word!) and looked at an exhibition of illustrations from Ladybird books. Then we ate Cornish pasties, then I said goodbye, then I went home and fell into bed at 8.30pm. Which brings me full circle. Which means its time to stop writing. Bye bye Juicy Lucy ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. Call 08709 000032 to give or donate online now at http://www.samaritans.org/support/donations.shtm +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: obey my dog
by David Hewitt 19 May '03

19 May '03

G'day Sinister. It's been a while. Sorry about that. In less than a fortnight now, I'm going to marry a girl I met thanks to these wonderful pink pages. She used to live on almost exactly the opposite side of the world, but now, several round-the-world tickets, wracked nerves, terrifying phone bills and so on later, we now both live together in a third place. What's perhaps most strange about this turn of events is exactly how strange it isn't, round these parts. Frankly, I find it harder to understand how our parents' generation ever found people to be compatible with in their own little cities and towns, and immediate circles of friends. It's not that I'm difficult to please (though I probably am), but some of us have to travel far and wide in search of someone that can tolerate us for any amount of time. And having (mostly) compatible record collections counts for a bit more than having similar post codes, I reckon. Actually, I won't try to rationalise it any further. Frankly, I blame Honey. I only wanted to find out about this Scottish band I was warming to, honest. I didn't expect to find this remarkable little village that's somehow been smeared and spread out rather inconveniently across most of the planet. Among the many and varied things that go along with having a wedding comes an issue with which you can perhaps render some assistance. The music. Pretty much anything by Belle and Sebastian is out of the question for a wedding, in spite of its obvious significance. (Don't believe me? How about: The Wrong Girl? Seeing Other People? Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying? The Boy Done Wrong Again? I'm Waking Up To Us? Fuck This Shit? I Don't Love Anyone?) But going through my records, most of them consist of some bloke whining about some girl that's broken his heart, or some other girl that he can't have, or something similar. Dump me, and I'm knee deep in wonderful wallowing music. Marry me, though, and I'm completely flummoxed. Musically, at least. I don't know what it says about me as a person that I've given some thought to what I want played at my funeral (Ray Parker Jr's 'Ghostbusters', obviously), but none at all about what I'd like to play at my wedding. So please, suggest away. In other news, I managed to actually meet some Australian listees, in Australia, no less. I'd met some of the Australian ex-pats before, but it was great to actually meet people on home turf for once. It turns out that my good mate's new flatmate is ex-Sinister, and he's even on the people page. He's also a New Yorker (as is the missus), and the subject of a story not entirely lacking in similarities to our own. We've also had the pleasure of meeting up on a couple of occasions with the remarkable Miss Trixie Firecracker, initially completely by chance. Which was wonderful, obviously. Sometimes being on Sinister feels like being in the Mafia. If only we were a bit tougher, we could really start getting things done. Oh, and we also had the chance to raise a wrist with Jim, who's apparently the list's longest lurker. Which is a strange sort of celebrity, if you think about it. Being famous for being absent from something the longest. Still, if we mention him now and again, perhaps his legend will grow. G'day Jim! Sorry, that got rather long. Give me a break, I haven't posted for ages. Next time I'll be briefer, more interesting and less self-centred, okay? That'll do for now, though. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David (formerly St. Ankin of Cooter) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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