September 2004 - Sinister

Sinister: Lond-on wheel (part 2 of 3 - has nothing to do with London Eye ex cept you can see the London Eye from Primrose Hill)
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 22 Sep '04

22 Sep '04

Hey bitch, So, the other day we had one of them Sinister picnic things! At the London sinister central NW3! And we had a grand ole time. It's good of Ben to test our memory by deliberately missing out Mark Hester from the list of those who attended to see if we really paid attention. So there! It was a glorious day, it's sometimes easy to forget how nice the view from Primrose Hill really is. It's windy there, too. Robin Stout provided tomatoes from a farmer called John (I think..), as we all sat there looking for gherkins, sat there with our overheated hair and chatted about everything non-B&S. And later there was football playing and watching. Matt Henderson shagged Calamity Jane, but really it's Calamity JAMES who needs to be ravaged and possibly have his back broken so that he is not allowed to keep goal ever again. That afternoon I had drunkenly tried a spell of goal keeping too after a bottle of wine, the results were not dissimilar. And after that still! The hardcore party people went for Tapas at a place that is NAMED AFTER A SPANISH DURAN DURAN COVER BAND(!!) and then to Crimes Against Pop where fun music was played and Miss Marianna was encountered. During that weekend we had also started an ongoing challenge to find songs whose lyrics mentions either - a fruit - a piece of furniture - an alcoholic beverage (but no B+S songs allowed as that'd be too easy) It's harder than you think! My toe hurts more than you think, too. 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. 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: Sting bean jean (part 1 of 3)
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 22 Sep '04

22 Sep '04

Hello you sons of bitches, How are you? Can't be that well since I've just insulted all of you by suggesting that you are the offspring of female canines. And also half of you further by insinuating that you are in fact not girls, but boys! Take that. I just got stung by a wasp this morning. The cheeky fucker. In fairness it was in self defence because I was too sleepy eyed to see it this morning and stepped on it by accident - but what the fuck was it doing lurking on my kitchen floor? I tried to take my mind off the pain by occupying my thoughts with mental exercises, so I tried to think of every word in the English language that rhymed with "luck", and I could only think of "Fuck", so I shouted that out repeatedly, whilst curled up on the floor holding my left middle toe. I don't think it could have been very becoming. P.S. You'd be glad to know that during the stinging process, the pain had caused me to jump up and down, and the wasp died during the stampede. And so it probably didn't feel the pain when I cremated it on the gas cooker afterwards. (And chanted "The wasp, the wasp, the wasp is on fire. We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn, BURN MOTHERFUCKER, BURN!!!!") Boy, revenge is sweet. You sting me, I turn you into carbon. My toe still fucking hurts. 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. 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: London Elliott Smith tribute this Friday +stuff
by jim taylor 21 Sep '04

21 Sep '04

As promised a while back, the (London) Elliott Smith tribute show details (sorry for the lack of notice) as per http://www.sweetadeline.net/london/ "The show will take place at University of London Union on Friday, 24 September 2004. Live music will run from seven thirty sharp to eleven pm. Tickets can be purchased from ticketweb or the ULU box office - 0207 664 2000 or see ULU website for opening times." full line up "with special guest to be announced" on the above link. I'm actually going to be with family elsewhere on Friday, so I'm hoping that the people that have put in loads of hard work making this happen are going to get some support???! If like me you can't make it but have the urge to allow a little more good to come out of the dear greasy haired one's death, then you can donate a few pennies online at http://www.kidsco.org.uk/donate.php the charity that is being supported in the UK. There is an official Elliott US charity, but it seems to make sense to help out locally. Content? erm, possibly the first artist to have supported B&S to have died? and yet more content: A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to see Stefano aka 'My Dear Killer' of this parish perform at the rather beautiful 'The Nick Drake Tribute Gathering 2004' http://www.geocities.com/ndtg2004/ You'll be glad to hear the Stef did the sini-massive proud, it was odd to be in the place Nick Drake sang as a choir boy and hosted his funeral. erm I'm sure there's lots more I'm supposed to say... sad I missed London picnic as was away on a retreat, good to see some of the usual suspects got some fresh air. hope you are all well & happy big snogs jim +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: belle and sebastian's greatest clips
by terry boyle 20 Sep '04

20 Sep '04

hello, my worst injury involved an axe and a thumb. but that sounds worse than it actually was. i chopped halfway into the top half of my left thumb, got two stitches, and have but a little scar to show for it. though i do get pins and needles in my thumb if i play nintendo for too long. To the point of this post..... >>This from the B&S site: Listeners in Australia will this week have the dubious pleasure of watching three odd hours' worth of music videos as selected by Stuart, Richard, Sarah and Mick. Yes, while down under we were honoured to be asked to guest programme "Rage". No-one remembers exactly what they chose, but you can tune in to ABC this Saturday (Sep 18th) at 11.05pm to find out. For more information on this truly remarkable show, including playlists from previous guests, go to www.abc.com.au/rage >>And here is what they are going to play: Denis Denis - BLONDIE EMI Babies - PULP Mercury The Wild Ones - SUEDE Sony Cattle And Cane - THE GO-BETWEENS Universal (MCA) Echo Beach - MARTHA & THE MUFFINS Virgin Another Girl, Another Planet - THE ONLY ONES Sony Last Nite - THE STROKES BMG Crash - THE PRIMITIVES BMG Stand & Deliver - ADAM & THE ANTS Universal Video Killed The Radio Star - THE BUGGLES Festival I Want Candy - BOW WOW WOW BMG Ca Plane Pour Moi - PLASTIC BERTRAND Polydor Birthday - THE SUGARCUBES Sony Can't Be Sure - THE SUNDAYS Festival Shout To The Top - THE STYLE COUNCIL Polydor The Things We Do For Love - 10CC Polydor Knowing Me, Knowing You - ABBA Mercury Borderline - MADONNA Warner I Want To Break Free - QUEEN EMI Virginia Plain - ROXY MUSIC Virgin Under My Thumb - THE ROLLING STONES EMI House Of The Jealous Lovers - THE RAPTURE Universal Long Live Rock & Roll - RAINBOW Polydor Communication Breakdown - LED ZEPPELIN Warner You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC Sony 100% - SONIC YOUTH Universal (MCA) Disappearer - SONIC YOUTH BMG Sheela-Na-Gig - PJ HARVEY Shock Where The Wild Roses Grow - NICK CAVE & KYLIE MINOGUE Mushroom The Ship Song - NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS Mushroom In The Neighbourhood - TOM WAITS Mercury Sparky's Dream - TEENAGE FANCLUB Universal (MCA) Gold Soundz - PAVEMENT Shock House Of Fun - MADNESS Virgin Hallelujah - HAPPY MONDAYS Festival True Faith - NEW ORDER Festival Paninaro - PET SHOP BOYS EMI The Robots - KRAFTWERK EMI Beautiful - SNOOP DOGG featuring PHARRELL EMI Eye Know - DE LA SOUL Mushroom I Want You Back - THE JACKSON FIVE Universal (MCA) Be My Baby - THE RONETTES EMI Roses - OUTKAST BMG Buffalo Stance - NENEH CHERRY Virgin The Lion Sleeps Tonight - TIGHT FIT Fest/Mush Message In A Bottle - THE POLICE Polydor Walking On The Moon - THE POLICE Polydor A New England - KIRSTY MacCOLL Virgin Rattlesnakes - LLOYD COLE & THE COMMOTIONS Polydor Paperback Writer - THE BEATLES EMI Boss - SODASTREAM Independent Then all the B&S Clips, plus live versions of The Boy With the Arab Strap, Dog on Wheels and Landslide (I haven't heard of this, is it from the DVD or something?). Set your videos. love, terry here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ -- _______________________________________________ Find what you are looking for with the Lycos Yellow Pages http://r.lycos.com/r/yp_emailfooter/http://yellowpages.lycos.com/default.as… +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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RE: Sinister: Have some respect
by Ben Apps 20 Sep '04

20 Sep '04

Our Dahling Stacey pined: as I spend most of my time perched high atop a hill, >staring out the window at the hospital opposite, wondering if anyone nearby >is dying, and what ever happened to the good ole days of sinister get >togethers ....which reminded me that there WAS a good ole sinister get together a week or so back on the hallowed brow of Primrose Hill NW3 (isn't that such a Londoncentric thing, quoting a postal code!? SW19, E17 etc). The erstwhile Mr Chu arranged a glorious early September day, so eight or so of us came ambling along to discuss the various merits and demerits of the forthcoming American presidential election, Oasis releasing a 10 year anniversary DVD for Definitely Maybe, and the origins of station names on the Underground such as Theydon Bois. Football was played, beer was quaffed and strawberries scoffed, and the scottish band were hardly mentioned. Later we retired to a convenient Chalk Farm Inn to watch the English football team give an abject lesson on how to throw away a two goal lead. Those in attendance (for anyone keeping register were: The Pinefox, Mr Kenneth PY Chu, Mrs Fruitloop-Apps, Lady Feather Boa, Asm Walton, Rachel Sunnyset, Stout Robin, Paul 'Grizzly' Healy and myself. I hope you're all in fine fettle. If you ever find yourself passing through Baker Street station look out for me and say hello (I'll be the one with my roundel badge upside down ;-) ). Cheerio Bapps ---------------------------------------------------------------------- http://www.brapps.net _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger 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: Have some respect
by Matthew Henderson 18 Sep '04

18 Sep '04

Matt here, along with Ally Cook, Stacey Shackford, and Michael Grant. Ah, the fall comes along at a steady pace. What does this mean? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. But what's more important, is that the world is spinning. Yes, we are alive, and so it goes, how it is, and what a day that was. Patrick Doyle has just entered the room. Do you know him? We were all just reminscing about the old days...I shagged Calamity Jane. Doris Day, not the ugly one. Belle and Sebastian are on a break these days, or at least I think. I saw them about 4 minutes walking time from my flat this summer. I enjoyed it. I think it's time I see them again. Properly. I think I've missed all the touring though. The funny thing about the last few months has been the invention of gamma rays. When did this happen? Suck on it, Hulk. Here's ALLY! Hello Sinister! You know, a while ago I spent a charming saturday night at home with a bottle of the soft stuff, engaged in simple self satisfaction. Yes, I was re-reading some of mine, and possibly some of your, old posts to the family circle. Sometimes I was really, you know, OTM, as the nu-vernacular goes. Sometimes, on other hands, things were dark and dreadful. What struck me most - I simply didn't WRITE as much as I'd thought I'd written. That's almost disappointing. Should I talk about Belle & Sebastian? OK. Their new video is awful. But that's OK. I've stolen all their stuff! Haha! No, it's true. I won't apologise. This book I'm not still writing. It is now called 'Visiting The Desert Girls'. Since, oh, this morning. watch out for it. Cactus skin is the topic du jour. My sister has a Justin t-shirt and a beautiful new flat. I am quite the jealous sibling. All I have is this Brother Beyond single. 'Be My Twin'. 1989. Before I'd ever even heard of you. Im passing on the baton, here. STACEY reporting for duty... Well, to be accurate I'm no longer reporting, as I've QUIT MY HORRID JOB and moved back to this lovely city. Only now it's a bit different, as I spend most of my time perched high atop a hill, staring out the window at the hospital opposite, wondering if anyone nearby is dying, and what ever happened to the good ole days of sinister get togethers and dance nights and pub quizzes. Which is why I kidnapped Ally for the day and made him listen to me bitch about how I hate everyone. Lucky, lucky boy! As for B&S... er... I have nothing relevant to say. I'm thinking of introducing a Glasgow bingo expedition. Any takers? Matt's flat is like THE place to be these days. The sinister Seinfeld crew uses it as a base, so if you ever need an instant posse to accompany you anywhere, it should be your first stop. You will undoubtedly find Michael/Kramer playing FIFA, Patrick/George sipping tea, and Nal/Elaine glaring at Matt/Jerry postulating on the superiority of Styx. Was it like this when I lived here? Probably. I was just too busy holed in my room playing Spider Solitaire to notice. Hmmm. Not much has changed, then. I have a hankering for chips and cheese. Time then for someone else... Look, it's MICHAEL! (crowd cheers) (random mumblings) hellooo everybody! wow! sinister! what's that all about? i was hoping to add some sort of emotionally resonant denouement to this rambling multi-post, so that you'd all like me. however, having read over the first three installments of this email, there does seem to be no coherent narritive. so instead i shall follow their lead and rant uncontrollably about nothing in particular. i have been compared to both kramer and cliff claven in the past week. disturbing. patrick doyle has the niftiest wardrobe in all the world. and some snazzy shoes. right, i'm drinking vodka and watching family guy. and this is boring me. go away. GO AWAY!! cheerio, michael.xx Still, STILL doing it for the kids. Be fucking grateful. Have some respect. One of you is a homosecular. God is watching. The pervert. See you in your graves. Immense love, Matthew, Alasdair, Stacey, Michael, (Patrick (sends no love)). The rest. xx P.S. Sorry about The Lord Of The Rings. _________________________________________________________________ Check out Election 2004 for up-to-date election news, plus voter tools and more! http://special.msn.com/msn/election2004.armx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Lovely Day
by Sam Walton 18 Sep '04

18 Sep '04

Hello Sinister. Theres something magical about hearing a song on the radio, dont you think? Sure, its not an original thought, but its one that cropped up in my head the other day. Ill tell you the story, see if you agree. Theres a dreadful rehash of Bill Withers Lovely Day going around the radio at the moment, with some fool rapping over the top. Believe me Sinister, its appalling. For the most part though, its Lovely Day the dum-da-dim-dum-da-dum bass, those swooping strings, you know the bit I mean. In fact, its exactly the same song, but Withers exceptional vocal line is replaced by some opportunist clown in sportswear. Im really fond of Withers, maybe embarrassingly. For his vintage he really did appear to have a good repertoire, although I claim to have no expertise in the field (my knowledge of 70s soul and Motown is weak even if my passion is larger). But expertise or no, you cant knock a guy who has several household tunes to his name; even if you dont know them, you could surely sing along to Grandmas Hands, Aint No Sunshine, Lean On Me, Who Is He And What Is He To You, Soul Shadows et al. Lovely Day though, it seems, is his magnum opus. The biggie. The money-maker, and rightly so its a killer melody with a beautifully naïve sentiment, and a wonderfully soulful vocal delivery. Sure, its a little cheesy, but it hits the spot for me. So its understandable then that when I heard this ghastly hip-pop rip-off (with an opening couplet of Ive got my mind on my money, money on my mind. Exactly) I reached for my dusty copy of Withers Greatest Hits, just to remind myself of the original. True to form, Lovely Day sounded great and I was humming it all through last weekends sundrenched weekend. But heres where the bit about the radio comes in. A man with sense on BBC London decided hed play Withers original on Sunday afternoon, and suddenly my aural enjoyment of the song was an altogether more satisfying experience. The intro kicked in unexpectedly and lit up my face as the presenter introduced the record, as if entering a darkened room only to be greeted by your closest friends screaming SURPRISE!. I wasnt anticipating any qualitative difference between it playing from a CD or from a tuner, but then Withers began to croon. Although it mightve been imagined, the slight crackle from the dodgy signal and FM compression also made the song that much more lovable. As that final drawn-out, nigh-on untenable daaaaaaaay faded out, back in came the presenter, with every bone in his face audibly lifted by Withers effort, and the whole 4-minute occurrence reminded me of how essential radio is, not just for finding new stuff but reminding you, in a way that a CD can't, of bygone tunes. Its been a week since that programme, and Im still listening to Lovely Day as I type. Love, Asm.x P.S. And for worst injury, see here (last paragraph): http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200107/msg00225.html ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 fought in a war
by David Hewitt 17 Sep '04

17 Sep '04

G'day all. Worst injuries? Pah. You're all a bunch of lightweights. I can't believe I'm the clumsiest and most accident prone one out of all you bunch of PE-dodging note-from-matron wavers. 1. When I was about, ooh, 3 years old or something, my father put me on his bike, and took me for a ride down to the shops. He'd had a few drinks, though, and didn't think it through, because I was just sort of sitting on the crossbar (is that what you call that bit, in front of the seat?) without a helmet or being attached to the bike in any way. My little foot, dangling freely, went into the spokes of the wheel, mangling it quite badly. I'm surprised it didn't come off. I think it probably hurt like a bastard, but my main memory of the event is my mother's reaction when he brought me home. That was actually far more frightening to me than the fact that my foot had almost been ripped off, and my first indication that what had happened was actually serious. You think you're pretty much invincible at that age. And actually, as a matter of fact, you are pretty resilient. There was surprisingly little long-term damage - I had to wear a brace thing around it for a fair while, but the scarring eventually went away, and it was right as rain from about the age of 13 or so. 2. Then, when I was about 5, my mother was making breakfast for me. Breakfast that morning was hot milk and brown sugar over Weeties. In the days before microwaves, people used to heat milk in saucepans on the stove, believe it or not, and so it was that my mother was bringing a saucepan of boiling milk to the table, where I was sitting in my little school uniform of shorts and a shirt and tie, with long socks and uncomfortable shoes, in front of a bowl of Weeties. But rather than pour the milk into the bowl, she tripped over, and emptied the whole damned thing into my lap. I've had some nasty knocks in my time, but I think this was the worst pain I've ever experienced, and I remember it clearly. There really is nothing like a burn, and a good one just doesn't go away for ages. I had huge, puffy blisters all over my legs for a really long time, and could barely move because of them. 3. The next bad one happened when I was 9. It was at my 9th birthday party, in fact. We went to this ice skating rink with some of my cousins, which was probably a bad idea to start with. I'd never skated before, and fell over a lot, but was starting to get the hang of it towards the end of the day. They got us all off the ice for a while, and ran the Zamboni around to make it all as good as new. We got out on the ice again, which was now really smooth. I was flying around, as it was a lot faster than when the ice was all rough, and I was sort of keeping my balance, even though I was wasn't really in control. The person skating in front of me dug their toe into the ice, and took out a big chunk of it. I promptly skated into the little hole, at great speed, as I couldn't do anything else. Well, somehow, I flew up into the air, flipped completely over, and landed head-first. Apparently it was quite spectacular. In any case, I was knocked completely unconscious, and half my face went black with bruising, and I stayed that way for several weeks. I was taken to the emergency room, given an X-ray, and told that I'd had a minor skull fracture. Happy birthday! 4. Fast forward to 14. I'm at one of my first real parties. It was really just a bunch of kids drinking whiskey in a yacht club that someone's folks had rented for the night, but it seemed like a heck of a good time at that age. There were girls there and everything (I went to an all-boys school, so this was kind of a big deal). It was also one of the first times I'd gotten *seriously* drunk. We were having a bit of a dance about on the floor, which was one of those slippery parquetry sort of deals. Someone spilled some of their drink near me. You can see where this is going. I went arse over breakfast, and fell heavily on my arm. I knew it wasn't quite right, because I couldn't move it properly. Still, I was pissed, and having a good time. My friend Sam thought I might have slipped it out of its joint, and suggested I shake it vigorously back into place. This wasn't a good idea. Anyway, I couldn't let my parents know that I was drinking, and I was drunk enough not to be in too much pain, so I just stayed. Drinking, dancing, trying to get up the courage to talk to a girl (which I never actually did, for the record). I eventually went home to bed, at the arranged time. In the morning, I realised that my hand, wrist and forearm had swelled to about twice their usual size. It was at this point that I asked to be taken to a doctor. Another X-ray, and the result - I'd broken my arm in three places. Dancing. I was in plaster for three months. "Ouch! That looks nasty, mate. How'd you get that?" "Er... Dancing." Not very cool. 5. This one happened not long after the last one. It may have been the same year, I'm not sure. I was swimming in the ocean, and went out a bit too far. I'm really not a very good swimmer, and so I panicked a bit, and swam quickly back in. I got to the point where I could just touch the bottom, and I heavily put down my feet, so I could get my breath back. Bad idea. There was half a broken beer bottle sticking up out of the sand, and I'd trodden right on it. What's worse is that I had to swim back into shore, with this great big flap of skin flapping along behind me, and my little toe just about hanging off. You could actually see the trail of blood I was leaving in the water - it's very lucky there weren't any sharks around that day (we did actually see the odd Great White at the beach where I used to live). Oh, and this was in salt water. So it stung even more than having your foot sliced open with broken glass usually does. Great. There are probably heaps more - the many times I've had my nose broken (it didn't always go in three different directions, or be quite this big, for those who've met me) spring to mind, though those stories aren't nearly as interesting. Usually just some guy punching my lights out. Sometimes to steal my stuff (which once included my clothes, dammit), and sometimes just because he didn't like the cut of my jib. I also did my arm in again, this time while rollerskating. So I've been ice skating once, and roller skating once, and both times landed me in the emergency room. I think that's about enough skating for me. I don't think I've ever caused any serious injuries to anyone else, though I did once knock a friend's tooth out by accident. It turns out that it wasn't really my fault, though, as all his teeth were a bit loose (he lost another one shortly afterwards), and was actually diagnosed with scurvy. That's what comes from eating nothing but yiros* for the duration of an Arts degree, I suppose. Best cheering up song? How about "Yes" by McAlmont and Butler? Or pretty much anything by the Salteens. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David. *AKA giros, doner kebab, souvlaki, etc. Why are there so many words for this? I swear it's called something different in every town I've ever been to. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: show them a picture of them sittin' on their stumps...
by Jonathan Skinner 17 Sep '04

17 Sep '04

so my dear dear sinister how are thee i have just had a fantastic ( for the most part ) two weeks state/canada side. it was nice, went to see fiery furnaces in toronto and some poetry at a coffee place in NYC (ohh the joys of being underage) the only downside was the obnoxious prick of an immigration officer in toronto airport, que me "for the last fecking time i don't want to live in your "democracy"" well that is what i meant when i said "in all due respect, i have a life in europe that i am quite happy with" , i find inverted comma's quite hard to do in real life, i still can't get the finger movements quite right. and with the mood i was in, it may have come out in a different way than would have been appretiated by immigration ok so, injury story, i was five and on a merry-go-round/roundabout/kids rotation toy, this happened in another city , galway i think....anyway some big kids (gawd they must have been ten or something) came and changed the gentle pace of the movement to a flash. i didn't really know what to do, so i did the adult thing and let go. an even more mature moment was not putting my hands out to break my fall. my nose did that for me. so i spent the best part of that evening in a hospital with people poking and prodding me. scared the bayjesus out of my parents , i just enjoyed the attention for the next few days while the bruising was still evident. for some reason i got loads of free icecream. the downside was that i wrecked generations of kids fun after that. we went back the next year when we were visiting friends and the playground was still there , but alas they had put gravel over the concrete and there wasn't enough friction to get any speed up. as for feel-good song i think the sodastream one "undone" "and you might find that all these certain trials are done all these vials are drunk but you're still fine and you arrived again so full fo courage and grace all these memory days will still be mine" anyway i must go and practice my affectations health and wellbeing to all j +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: accident and emergency, or arts and entertainment?
by marisa stroud 16 Sep '04

16 Sep '04

About two summers ago, my Scottish (now-ex, but in a friendly way) boyfriend Andrew came out to visit. He'd been in the country a bit less than a week, and I think we'd just arrived home from a weekend out at a mutual friend's cottage. It was late evening and we'd had a long drive, so I gave myself a nice big stretch whilst walking up the driveway to the front door, and on a romantic whim twirled around to give Andrew a nice big hug. Did I mention that I still had the car keys in my hand? Did I mention that Andrew wasn't expecting me to turn around? Instead of charmingly throwing my arms around his neck, I thrust the big fat ignition key up his nostril. Blood EVERYWHERE!! marisa in TEARS!! Andrew in HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER!! AT ME!!! In floods of tears, and with my hands all bloody, I ran to the front door and fumbled with the lock. As soon as I opened the door I called and called for my parents to come and help. Walking down the front hallway to investigate the commotion, they see me, bawling and blood-covered, and Andrew in the background with his hands stained red, covering his face. Andrew is still laughing, by the way. I fly to the laundry room to get an old towel to mop up the mess. My parents are left with Andrew to listen to him tell the story through his hands, palms cupped to catch the blood. By the time I got back with the towel, all three of them were laughing at me. I was still crying. They still laugh when we retell the story. And, okay, NOW I'm laughing, but at the time I was really upset. I mean, fuck! Noses are very bloody things! They bleed a lot!! And that makes it look very serious, indeed. And that cartilege, man...I can still feel it give. Anyway, he bled for another few minutes and then it was all over. No disfigurment, no permanent brain damage etc etc. I think my most traumatic/disfiguring accident was the huge cut I got on my right big toe from a zebra mussel when I was about fifteen. I still have the scar, it looks like a fossil. It's on the bit that would be just above the knuckle (if feet have knuckles) on the topside of my toe, so it's not even like I had trouble walking afterwards. I just had to swim back to shore with my foot held in the air out of the water to stop it from stinging so much. I remember my aunt thinking it was pretty gross, tho. Anyway, I don't remember if I put on any music to make myself stop crying after I keyed Andrew's nose, but if I was making a movie in which that happened and I wanted to cheer my marisa character up, I would play The Pines' cover version of "Ask" by The Smiths cause it has just the right combination of lovely harmony and underlying melancholy. If she'd managed NOT to key Andrew in the nose and was perhaps going to a party or something afterwards, she'd have to play "Legal Man", just because Stevie makes her smile so, even at the risk of being lumped in with the thoughless seventeen year old emo geeks who only started liking b&s when they sold out etc etc. Otherwise, she would probably play some Of Montreal. "Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl" makes her happy that people fall in love and tell the world to go hang. marisa ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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