April 2004 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: commuting is overrated surely
by Aurora Borealis 21 Apr '04

21 Apr '04

morning all, fully inspired to write to the list today, i have my office window wide open and am enjoying the fact that me over-riding the central heating system is probably getting on people's nerves...excellent, life's small pleasures. also reassured to read that people in possession of that elusive thing called 'love' still like their inbox to be filled with the chatterings of random strangers (welcome back astrid!)...also jealous to read of glaswegian picnic plans being a wegie myself but one consigned to the wastelands of northern scandinavia...only kidding its actually very nice, especially this time of year, daylight is back in style, hibernation over, mysteriously tanned norwegians flooding the beer gardens...one of lifes BIG mysteries...why do scandinavian people tan so well? answers on a postcard to....blah. i'm just deeply jealous as a genetically cursed scot, but hey, you can't teach sarcasm...worth its weight in gold i'm sure...So anyway, i'm very close to becoming one of those people you read about in the sunday supplements..."joe generic shuns high paid professional career to don backpack and chase vague unformed dream around the planet...says it was the best thing he ever did but he's not so keen now on playing recorder for a living on the royal mile...but still, was the best thing he ever did, no doubt"...anyway, thats gonna be me, for better or worse. it was the perfect day to read the 'friends of heroes' quote on the bottom of rachel's sinister post..so thanks rachel! please drop money in the hat when you walk by next year though...yep, the bearded guy winging about living on the streets and not even getting a tan to show for it...how he used to make a fortune..blah, blah.... On the upside, despite never having had the opportunity to attend a sinister picnic, (did consider an igloo based option some time in january - no more carrying the fridge to the park), i can now just gatecrash a different picnic in a different city in a different country on a different continent every month...and if they don't do sinister picnics in peru then i'll just darn well have one on my own. AND, i'll report back. Ha! take care amigos >insert relevant life re-affirming quote ____________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! Download Messenger Now http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com/download/index.html +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Whales and Picnics
by Rachel 20 Apr '04

20 Apr '04

It had been raining all night and I dreamt that I was on a ship headed for Norway. Waves were crashing all around us and the sky way birght red and green. The ship was going fast becuase it was being chased by a whale who was in bad spirits becuase he beleived we had stolen his glasses . Of course we hadn't but we threw him some grapes to make up for it. That made the whale stop chasing us. When I woke up it was still raining and I thought: "goodness, is has been a long time since I've been to a PICNIC IN GLASGOW" Then i thought: " I know what, perhaps when Grainne comes to visit me on SATURDAY 1ST MAY, we could take Belle my dog to Kelivingrove park and have a picnic there. " Then I had some coffee and some toast and found it was much easier to carry on thinking and I thought: "Hmmm maybe if Grainne, belle and me, all hung around KELVINBRIDGE UNDERGROUND AT 2 PM some other people would join us" Then I realised I had been thinking out loud as Belle interupted me saying: "I can chase some pigeons!" And then she said "well perhaps you should email that nice mailing list we belong to and tell about the idea. Maybe they'll bring food!" So I did. See you soon (hopefully) Rachel PS if you think you like the idea of coming for a picnic with us please don't be shy and email me back so we know whether we should bother hanging around waiting for very long or not. And maybe we can make a more definite plan. ************* If you're any sort of hero, you'll be fighting for what you believe in. You'll get tired, and worn down by the world. There's always somebody to tell you you're wrong....You can't always save the world. But you're a hero, so that won't stop you trying. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Pic-er-nicking, THIS SUNDAY!
by Sam Walton 20 Apr '04

20 Apr '04

Hello Sinister. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well here's the important bit: NORTHERN ENGLAND PICNIC CHANGE OF DATE: It's now on Sunday. Here are the final, confirmed and all-accomodating details of the Northern England picnic: WHERE: outside the front of the Minster, York, North Yorkshire (then moving onto Museum Gardens, about 2 minutes walk away). WHEN: 2pm, Sunday 25th April (Sunday wk 1 for the Uni contingent) ME: tall, lanky, glasses; a feast of delights inside my bag. Mobile 07793711306 YOU: laden with bouze and other picnic accessories; upside-down badge for ID purposes. The grand title of Northern England is designed to attract not just the York Sinister Massive, but also people from surrounding towns, cities and even countries. How far is it from Manchester/Sheffield/Newcastle/Glasgow to York? Not far, that's how far. C'mon! So come on down. It'll be a treat, a real treat. So, see you on Sunday? Grand. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I went to a blues club the other week, appropriately called The Blues Bar, on Kingley St in Soho. It kinda reminded me of YOU - I found it very difficult to believe that I was the only Sinister person to have ever stepped in the joint. It was great though; all scuzzy furniture and fittings, and some old dude growling about how his baby left him and about his toils with his woman. I noticed though that the most fun you can have when watching blues is to look at the drummer just before the end of every 12-bar phrase. They all (in my limited experience) seem to love to pull a face just at that moment when they break away from the rhythm and do some crazy fill. My man at The Blues Bar did a great line in gurning just as he rolled back into the start of a new verse or whatever - it was a joy to behold. Thinking about it, Richard from B&S has the facials of a frustrated blues drummer, I suppose. Anyway, that's all I can really think about at the moment. See YOU on Sunday. love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield _________________________________________________________________ Tired of 56k? Get a FREE BT Broadband connection http://www.msn.co.uk/specials/btbroadband +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I shalt not listen to boringeth people
by Astrid Wiezell 20 Apr '04

20 Apr '04

Yo Sinister! Yes, I, Astrid, have finally been given a voice on the sinister list! Actually, I've had it for quite a while but not used it, oh shock. Since I am known to send out totally meaningless posts about four times a day. Almost. See. I can't help but lie, or exaggerate. Always. Damn. SO. I've been to Miami. It was nice in many ways, bizarre in some other, and wonderful in others. However, seeing all the JOIN THE ARMY!!!-commercials running all the time made me feel quite uneasy, and we saw some of Bush's ads as well, dissing John Kerry. I don't know. Also, we got stuck on QVC (home shopping channel) the first jet-lagged evenings, and found ourselves wanting shitty-looking lamps and ugly moo-moo-like clothing. urgh. But at least we got fuse, a channel with some good videos, we saw some stuff we liked. After a while however, we started enjoying crap songs by crap bands just because there really was no alternative. I bought two records, Snow Patrol - Final Straw (my life on a record, basically. Hell, it is a truly lovely record!) and Nick Drake - Way To Blue (An introduction to Nick Drake). Hell, that is also a truly amazing record that i lurrrrrve, maybe because i am in lurrrrrve i think, and it makes everything nicer. Yes. I will not talk about it here, because these things are stored and people can see it on the internet, and that freaks me out quite a bit. today after my organisation and leadership class i stayed behind because i was waiting for my friend, and my teacher and i, a very nice Scottish woman, talked about Margaret Thatcher a bit, since I only knew people hated her and never really had much knowledge of what she did, except the mine strike in the 80s and that she was mean to the working class etc. etc. etc. But it was a good discussion, i got reminded of the fact that thatcher's called the iron lady, and then my teacher started thinking about this puppet show where she would eventually dress more and more like a man. Anyways, yes, it was interesting. Must know more. It's weird that people seem to hate her so much, i mean prime ministers and power people in general are usually super charismatic people who tend to, er, i don't know, but not be called the iron lady. I can't stop thinking about this certain boy that's become the object of my lurrrrve thog, he's coming to Stockholm on Thursday, and we will rent a movie and make dinner at my place. Shit, I almost sound like a grown-up, but I really am not. I am as childish as ever, for instance me and my friend always makes penis-jokes during our classes when we're supposed to listen, and we break down laughing at least once a day because of, er, stupid things. Dirty things, or, like... poo. HAHAHA. I'm sorry. I just called her over and now we are harrassing fellow classmates, just like it should be. Haha. Ahhh. The comforting feeling of knowing you have another hour of nothing to do during class, or like they call it; research. By the way, Scrubs is the best show ever, BECAUSE I AM JD! My favourite episode is when JD is in the elevator, and he has to sing Kung fu Fighting to himself, with complete moves. That is me. Ah I have to go, because everyone is harassing me now, and reallyl, it's not that much fun. Lots of love and PLEASE send me e-mails. I hope I don't sound needy. Ah, who are we kiddin' here, of course I am. LOVE ME!! Astrid x _________________________________________________________________ Lättare att hitta drömresan med MSN Resor http://www.msn.se/resor/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Seattle tickets?????
by Ann Foreyt 20 Apr '04

20 Apr '04

'allo everyone~ I know I don't post very often, but at the moment I'm quite desperate and also terribly excited and didn't really know where else to turn. I can go to the Seattle concert on May 5th with a friend, but unfortunately, his ticket ended up being on a mezzanine and I have a floor ticket. Do any of you/does anyone you know have either a floor ticket that you would be willing to sell or a burning desire to have a nice comfy chair? Neither of us have ever been, and I can state quite honestly that this is the group that literally saved my life and has made me the person I am today, as I'm sure is a similar story for many of you. I'm quite honestly desperate, as I'm not quite sure how the Paramount would look upon sneaking onto the main floor... hmmm. We still have a month to attempt to negotiate, but Ticketmaster is a royal bitch, and I thought I'd turn to the all-powerful B&S font of incredible coolness as early as possible. Thank you all tons~ Ann big hearts of hopeful love. Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. ~Catullus _________________________________________________________________ MSN Toolbar provides one-click access to Hotmail from any Web page FREE download! http://toolbar.msn.com/go/onm00200413ave/direct/01/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: i wish i could turn and just walk away, but i can't do it, no way.
by miss lou 19 Apr '04

19 Apr '04

hello sinister. it seems so strange posting now. the list seems so quiet, and i feel strange knowing i'm going against list protocall by mentioning the list in a post to the list. am i so old? have i been around so long? a girl 'delurked.' afraid to be a young belle and sebastian fan, afraid to meet the other sinisters. i remember that feeling. i remember joining and huddling behind a public computer because no one else in the room would know upon what i had stumbled, even as i was afraid i wasn't good enough for this thing i could only imagine. weird how it does that to you. you are cool enough, i say to the lurker. do not be afraid of that which you have never seen. you have no reason to be. look at me and my reverent tones. i am too high and mighty. *** i had my birthday last week. 22. the years can hardly cath up, i guess. and i am certainly playing catch up, trying desparately to get my ducks in a row so i can say i am living, etc. the thing about ducks, though, is that they don't fly in rows, really. they fly in v's. like arrows, they always point in a direction opposite from the one i am taking. xo.lou. ===== www.somewhereinbetween.net __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos: High-quality 4x6 digital prints for 25� http://photos.yahoo.com/ph/print_splash +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Case of the Disappearing Elastica CD
by Mark Hester 18 Apr '04

18 Apr '04

Lady Playforth was discovering just how difficult it was to run in a crinoline. "Anyone would think," she sniffed, "that there was a conflagration in the building." Professor Hester adjusted his deer-stalker hat and nodded in grave agreement. The cause of their frustration was his assistant, Dr. Healey, who was fast becoming a dot on the horizon, if indeed underground railway stations could be said to have horizons. Once they had caught up with him, it became obvious that he was simply looking forward to the evening's festivities. But Professor Hester was worried, for two reasons. He was concerned that his status as the capital's premier solver of crimes and mysteries was being usurped by an upstart who had the audacity to copy him - he dressed the same way and smoked the same brand of tobacco in his pipe. Apparently this person lived in the street outside this very railway station - at #221B if he recalled correctly. The professor was also concerned that he would not be able to work the confounded contraption which was to provide tonight's musical entertainment. A man across the sea known as the Wizard of Menloe Park had designed it....apparently it was the first one to be imported to England. It was supposed to be very special....one inserted little silver disks and lo! - music came out. But the Professor knew that there was more to it than that - for he had seen a line drawing of the device in the Illustrated London News. It had numerous knobs and switches that had to be twiddled at the appropriate moment - enough to tax the keenest mind. The professor was particularly anxious not to disappoint a visitor from one of the colonies - a mysterious land of ice and snow. Eventually the party completed its journey to Farringdon and emerged into a thick fog. A hansom drew up and they all climbed in. "The Bestey Trotwood Tavern, and be quick about it!" barked a young man to the driver. "Who is this young upstart?" wondered the professor. The man in question must have known what was on his mind, for immediately he doffed his hat and introduced himself. "Master Anscombe at your service, sir". "Oh," said the professor, "and what do you do for a living?" "I am a Super Hero, sir", replied Anscombe. "Really....what precisely does that entail?" Hester asked. "I am an Acquirer of Books, sir. For a library", came the reply. Immediately an uncharacteristically wide smile spread across the professor's face. "Well, in that case, you are indeed a Super Hero, for books bring knowledge and what does knowledge bring?" - Hester glanced penetratingly in Healey's direction. "Brains sir" Healey replied (somewhat wearily, having been asked the question on numerous occasions). "Precisely!" said the professor, a trifle too loudly, causing Lady Playforth to wince and cover her ears. Right now, Hester was wondering if there was a book which would provide detailed instructions on Mr. Edison's latest invention, but he kept his thoughts to himself as they disembarked from their transport and entered the tavern. Ignoring the gathering of Cockney chimney sweeps huddled at the bar, murmuring into their ale, they all made themselves upstairs where a shock awaited them. They had enlisted the help of a gang of local artisans to clear the room of chairs and tables in preparation for the evening's terpsichorean delights. They had even promised them an extra shilling apiece if they removed Mr. Edison's magical device from its wooden box and place it carefully on the special stand at the front of the room. Yet neither of these things had been done. A scruffy woollen-hatted individual appeared to be the leader of the group. "See here, young man, this room is a disgrace" the Professor muttered, but was met with a vacant stare and a stony silence. Suddenly, a tall individual wearing distinctive purple trousers strode into the room. "I'll handle this" he said and much to the professor's amazement, began to engage the urchin in a lengthy, detailed conversation. The result of this was that somewhat belatedly, the room was prepared and the mind-blowingly complex contraption installed in its proper place. Soon, a gathering of people culd be seen staring at it. The Professor recognised Sir Dafyd of Dorking and the Oriental magician known simply as Chu, but the third person was a stranger to him. As mysteries were anathema to him, he felt compelled to go and make his introductions immediately. The man made an austentatious bow. "My card" he said grandly, presenting Hester with a gilt edged card with the following legend in particularly swirly copper-plate: D.J. Santa, Esq. Steady State Scientist and Music Maker Hester was well acquainted with Steady State Science and felt no enquiries about that were necessary, but was intrigued by the music maker part. "I perform in various local hostelries under the name My Dear Killer", Santa replied. Given the gruesome demise of several harlots in the Whitechapel area recently, Hester felt the monicker to be in dubious taste, but he let that pass and diverted his attentions to the music machine. "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" he asked. The answer soon became apparent. A silver disk containing music by the ensemble known simply as Elastica had been placed inside, music had been played, but when they twiddled the knob to make it come out again, the little shelf it rested on was as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard. The professor stroked his chin thoughtfully, summoning Healey from the other side of the room. "What I suggest, is that we insert a second disk and see what happens to that" he told him. Healey looked baffled. "Is that wise?" he asked. "Won't it eat that....as well?" Hester gave Healey the kind of look of condescension which did not so much have 'you have a lot to learn' written on it, as chiselled with the precision of a master stonemason. Healey picked up a second disk. "I think we should try this song called Wrapped Up in Books" he suggested. At once Master Anscombe ran over, waving his hands in panic. "I hope nobody is suggesting wrapping anything up in books," he said, gasping. "After I've gone to all the trouble to Acquire them, they should only be stacked neatly on shelves, taken down carefully and read" he reminded everyone. After this brief interruption, the second disk was indeed inserted into the machine and the most beautiful music the assembled party had every heard came out. On the now clear dance floor, the visitor from the land of ice and snow, one Mistress Robyn began to dance to it and everyone was very impressed, showing their appreciation with a polite round of applause and shouts of "Bravo!" The disk emerged from the machine without a scratch on it, but the Elastica one was still trapped inside! What could possibly had gone wrong? D.J. Santa told the Professor that it had been agreed that everyone was being given a period of 45 minutes to try out Mr. Edison's invention and play as much music as they could. "It is your turn next", he whispered. "That means you have just 45 minutes to solve the mystery." Hester eyed the machine with some trepidation. He had to discover what all these switches and knobs did. He began to experiment. Sometimes the music stopped for no apparent reason, sometimes it came from one side of the room but not the other! And sometimes songs seemed to start from the beginning again for no apparent reason! The assembled gathring began to chatter amongst themselves. Whatever would Mistress Robyn think of all this? She had come all this way on her Cunard ocean liner, telling horrendous stories of narrowly missed icebergs and sea-sickness pills left unpacked on Montreal bedside tables. It was essential that her impressions of the mother country were positive ones. Eventually Hester's patience was tried. Swishing his cape aside, he switched all the switches at once, like a cat clawing at a tree-stump. Lo and behold the Elastica CD emerged, shiny and pristine with not a scratch on it. The mysterious tall man in purple trousers appeared once again. "Thank you for solving our mystery for us" he said, shaking the professor's hand. "Nonsense, it was nothing," Hester replied. "I should be thanking you for this excellent evening's entertainment, and the opportunity to experiment with the latest, um, Audio Technology". "The latest what was it?" the purple clad one asked quizzically. "I will make a prediction," the professor stated confidently, "that a century from now, the good subjects of the British Empire will still be referring to devices such as this as Audio Technology. From the Latin audiere, to hear, and the Greek teknologia, systematic treatment. Of course". "Of course", replied His Purpleness. As the granfather clock chimed one, Hester and Healey bid their farewells and stepped out into the chill London air. "Mistress Robyn does dance well, doesn't she?" opined Healey. "Yes of course" Hester replied. "One thing puzzled me though," Healey went on. "She told me she was a Canadian. Do you know what she meant by that?" The professor clasped an avuncular hand round Healey's shoulder. "Now that, my friend, is a mystery which will take slightly longer to solve." ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Only emails from nme-admin(a)nme.com and websupport(a)nme.com are from senders associated with nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: delurk
by BanCabbage＠aol.com 16 Apr '04

16 Apr '04

Hello Sini's, <de-lurk>. Have been on the list for a month or two now but have been too shy to talk. Am currently very jealous of anyone going to picnics or music festivals. Especialy music festivals with Belle and Seb or Moz. So envious. This is a point where I consider quitting A-levels to go to Glastonbury then realise I can't as the tickets have sold out(duh!) So I'm just waiting for the next time they come back here, home to Sheffield. (Yes i know another Sheffielder!) But they were so good in December! Much fun... Am too shy to talk to the other Sini's here even, so will just hang out with my crazy mates and drive the bf insane with constant song lyric quoting. Heh heh heh. Still trying introduce him to Belle and Seb this has not been succesfull so far but have introduced him to the Smiths so not all is bad! Now-days the loyalties are a little split between B&S and the Smiths but i think I love them both equally. Although due to the fact wrapped up in books and expectations say more about life at the moment and they are still together B&S win by default. Will irritate the dj unintentionally next offbeat and request lots of B&S at the smiths night, much like any other Offbeat I suppose. I guess you don't really want to know about Offbeat though so I'll end that strand, there are plenty of other people who'd love to do that anyway. The sky is all grey here and it's a few months before I finish college for good and face the big wide world. Then all I want to do is the same thing as last year, spend the summer wasting listening to Belle and Sebastian Cd's. Always fun but this year I must work. And go on Holiday over the leeds Festival weekend. (Not fair Moz is playing!) So I'm thinking maybe in May or June if the sun makes an apperance the Sheffield Sini's can meet up in Town and go to a park say Eccelsal or Botanical Gardens for cake, kite flying and frisbee with lots of Belle and seb music playing as the soundtrack. You guys can be all knowledgeable and I'll nodd whilst you talk about music. Actually maybe that's a bad idea... Well consider it and I'll try and get over the shyness. Or all the Sini's in Britain could meet up in Scarbrough that would ! be great! Make the place more interesting I know some folks there who'd love you all to pop by! Anyway enough of this frivolity. I guess I haven't added enough content and picnic daydreaming is bad out loud or on e-mail. Oh well. Have fun out there guys and galls! Bye! C P.s. I don't think I ever lost anything that odd but I did once leave a pair of headphones on a plane and never got them back. Now that was irritating. (I was going to go for the cliched my mind but I think you'll have guessed that already!) P.s.s. I don't think all the Sini's are 45 are they? I think I'm the youngest around here (Sheffield) being 17 Although I'm glad that there are other Belle and Seb fans my age as I only know older folk who like them.) But that will change in a few months. (Yay!) Still it's nearly three years since I first fell for Belle and Seb! Wow. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Barely legal man
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 16 Apr '04

16 Apr '04

Hello everyone, How are my dear spring chickens? Imagine chickens on springs! Tied to their skinny stick-legs, haha they'd all be like bouncing up and down and have lots and lots of fun like the whole world is a bouncy castle! Until somebody starts to cry Fowl Play. I think chickens are one of my favourite things. When they're wee they're these tiny little yellow furry thing and they cluck around and eat bits of seed and rice, and they run around sometimes but not so fast that you can't catch them. We used to have wee chickens as a pet in our house in a 16th floor flat, but one day one of them committed suicide by jumping out the window... it was quite traumatising! And then when chickens grow up they turn into these ugly cocky bastards, sounds like a bad thing but NO because NOW YOU GET TO EAT THEM!!!! Yummy. BELLE AND SEBASTIAN CHICKEN Apparently, there was this one time, Belle and Sebastian went to New York and they were having the time of their lives - shopping, playing football in central park, getting drunk on long island iced tea - so much fun. So towards the end of their trip, they celebrated the good time by having a feast! The dinner party was all fun and games, stuart joked about isobel filling her fat base with different kinds of cake, she was a bit bummed about that but she really just turned the other cheek, and they sang all their songs and everything before the main course arrived - a gigantic chicken!! The chicken looked so tasty, but just as Stuart started to cut up the chicken, one of them started saying how everyone needs to get an equal portion, otherwise it's just not fair. And the whole band got into a huge row!!! They all argued about how the chicken should be cut up. Stuart wanted everyone to have exactly the same amount of each bit, so each person would have 2/8 of a chicken leg and 1/8 of the chicken torso etc. But that involved too much maths, and they'd rather have some poetry and music and laughs. Mick suggested that whatever bodypart that each person has out of the whole group should have the chicken's counterpart of that bodypart.. Isobel disagreed, and Stuart David commented that he should have the whole thing as he obviously had the biggest cock. The argument went on til the twilight hours and Sarah got fed up and threw the chicken into a blender and everybody got an equal portion of cold, greasy minced chicken. It was a sad end really to a great trip. Stevie later wrote a song about it - it's actually on track 10 on TWATTYBUS! MILKING TIGER LACTATING CHICKEN Have you guys heard about this Tigermilking club that's happening this Saturday night at the Betsey Trotwood?? Starting at 8pm - You get to DANCE WHILE KEN CHU DJs!!!! Holy shit. I hope my DJing will be good enough to make you all come. Will you be coming? Good question. Ken P.S. has any of you ever sung that Heaven 17 tune "Temptation" but changed the word to "Lactation"? It's really fun. ********************************************************************** 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. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Joss Ackland's Spunky Backpack
by Dean Gillon 16 Apr '04

16 Apr '04

*crawls out of the lurking cave* Hello Sinister people. I've just heard from my good friends from Cook'd and Bomb'd that the mighty B&S are playing Glastonbury - anyone else heard this or am I just way behind the times? Apparently they're on on sunday (too many ons?), as is the mighty mighty Mozgod. I think I might mess myself with anticipation seeing as I've got two shiny tickets. This is the line up I've seen Friday Main stage Oasis headline, Kings of Leon, PJ Harvey, Groove Armada, Elbow, Nelly Furtado Other stage Chemical Bros, Gold frapp, Franz ferdiand, snow patrol Saturday Main stage Paul McC headline, Black eye peas, Starsailor, Ben Harper, Lost Prophets, Sister Sledge !!! Other stage Basement Jxx, Damien Rice, Scissor Sis, Von Bondies, Keane Sunday Main stage Muse headline, Morissey, Libertines, Big Boi, James Brown (on at 4) Other stage Orbital (dont they always play !!), belle and seb, gomez (on at 3) New tent Spiritualized and Zero 7 to play Friday Ah, lovely - I get to see James Brown and Sister Sledge too. Money well spent if you ask me...... Anyway *crawls back into the lurking cave* See ya Dean ____________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! Download Messenger Now http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com/download/index.html +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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