July 2005 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: A Drop In The Ocean
by P F 30 Jul '05

30 Jul '05

Memories. A number now have dived for them and laid them before us here a good place to keep them, the darkroom of the ink polaroid, the site where all the ladders start. Mine is very unimportant, in a way, but it has grown more important to me. It was perhaps the last time that I spoke to Liz Daplyn. April 2005; I am dawdling away precious time in rewriting an old essay on George Orwell that has never seen prints daylight. Late afternoon, 4 or 5, and I have printed the latest draft, to read and correct on paper. I need some cash to buy myself a cheap cup of coffee to accompany that task. I must traverse Russell Square to get it. I cross the civilized pavements & tame zebra crossing, enter through the metal gates, head down the paths between the grass, beneath the trees. At the far side, heading toward the way out, the sudden stun of seeing her. Wow cor hello. I have never met her here before, though Im here often enough. Perhaps she could say the same about me. I think she raises a famous eyebrow, perhaps forms one of those expressions to which Mr Moore has referred, in asking what I am up to, as we stop. I tell her about my Orwell essay probably I am full of the thought of it; I think I rapidly tell her the whole story of having written it once, trying to rewrite it and make something useful out of it, rather than see it go to waste; and even how I am now fetching some cash so I can reread it properly. It should not be a very interesting tale for her to listen to: I dont mean to inflict an excess of dullness on her, but somehow the whole thing is needed, if I am to mention any of it. I reckon she offers a few more expressions, widens her eyes to show interest, even utters the odd musing noise of comprehension. But what about her where is she going? To the gym, she says. I know what my response to this must be: the same as any time anyone tells me theyre going to a gym: Oooh, dear blimey intake of breath thats not a good idea gym, eh? I dont think Ive ever seen a gym not since I was about 15, anyway. She agrees: I think her words may be akin to Yes, its terrible, isnt it?. Madness, this going to the gym. From University College Hospital, this is, that way. Oh where (it springs to mind, as these things always do, seeking to knit themselves together) where George Orwell spent his last days! - Did he? I think she is interested. Does she, in fact, show the semblance of a remembrance of this fact herself? Yes, I say those last days when he was producing public announcements of how not to read *Nineteen Eighty-Four*. (And to this day I have not checked again the details so I will do it now. Orwells last published letters, at least in my 4-volume set, are from UCH, the Gower Street site as it happens, October 1949. I am getting married very unobtrusively this week, he says in the penultimate, and in the last, It was so awfully kind of you both to send me that beautiful box of crystallized fruits, & then on top of that for Mary to send me those packets of tea. He died, Malcolm Muggeridge said, on Lenins birthday. A fine line stands out for me from Victor Pritchetts obituary: He has gone; but in one sense, he always made this impression of the passing traveller who meets one on the station, points out that one is waiting for the wrong train and vanishes.) Our encounter lasts little longer than this. I can imagine now her blithe glance, her easy eyes, as she departs the way I have come. But in some queer way it lifts me. There is the sheer energy generated by a chance encounter one with a friend in a semi-professional context, with a pop fan on the verges of the working world; a buzz lingers of the unused electricity left over from the meeting. There is her presence, her character, her distinctive existence, with me a moment then gone. Perhaps a little sweetness surges round my task, from having told her about it. For here is something I will remember her by: the way that, even during my perhaps wearisome narrative about Orwell, her interest does not seem to waver. It is not so much that the topic interests her though perhaps it does, slightly, at least for a moment; I would like to know now, some day, how much Orwell she ever read, or whether she ever read *Coming Up for Air* (1939). It is rather that she is prepared to be interested, for now, for my sake not patronizingly or with any fabrication, but with an inner spring of sympathy. Perhaps the best word for what I find in her is just kindness: she looks, listens, talks, kindly. Likewise, she is in no hurry, I think, to be gone anywhere: she strains at no leash. She has somewhere to be, but she is more than happy to stand and talk to me. They are such small things, I know but they do not go unnoticed. When someone dies, people say and write the best things they can think about them. (He was a fine musician, a yachtsman, a man of parts. His lasting achievement) That is understandable; more, perhaps it is right and good though the sad thought remains that if all these things are true, it is a pity many of them are not often enough said during life. But while it is death that brings me to call back this memory and say these things, it has not invented them; I noticed those qualities in her at the time, at the moment, in the backwash. Surprisingly, a supplement exists to this most minimal of tales. On a messageboard Liz remarks on our meeting. I get the cash, buy a cup of coffee, read my essay and scratch corrections and doubts over it. The next day I send it off to a journal in the dim hope of publication. I dont want nothing to come of all this work, however poor its result. Their website says they will get back to potential contributors within 3 months. It is Tuesday 5th July that I get a reply, which really surprises me: a referee has recommended publication; they dont even ask for any changes. Probably I have escaped lightly, enjoyed a stroke of luck. But in any case, here is the result of what I was doing that day, that moment I met Liz Daplyn. Something, for once, has come of it, gone right. I wish now that I had e-mailed her and told her. If I had met her again, that night, or the following weekend, and talked, I know I would have told her about it. Of course, she would not have been interested. But in a way, she would have been interested, for the reasons I have tried to describe. I walk through Russell Square again and think of her; like others I am jolted every time I see her picture or her name in print; I even walk the same way for the same old reason, still on the way to finalizing that Orwell piece once and for all. I send it off for the last time, a final version, the day she is buried; then I walk to her wake and hear about the afternoon. I stand outside the Artillery Arms, on the pavement on a sweet evening, with two Aston Villa fans talking about the 1982 European final. One of them is Sister Disco, speaking with slow thoughtfulness about things that have been on his mind, the last couple of weeks. I am very surprised when he turns to me and says: - And the other thing that I keep thinking about is you meeting Liz in Russell Square. I wonder exactly why. Perhaps it is the momentary nature of the encounter, its randomness in a world of random life and death, its triviality in our trivial lives. Perhaps it is because it is Russell Square and only a few hundred yards from where I meet Sister Disco myself, a month after I meet Liz D. Perhaps it is about connections how even such a tiny one confirms the web of connections that exists between us, a little like what Virginia Woolf stretched for in that best of all Bloomsbury books: And they went further and further from her, being attached to her by a thin thread (since they had already lunched with her) which would stretch and stretch, get thinner and thinner as they walked across London; as if ones friends were attached to ones body, after lunching with them, by a thin thread, which (as she dozed there) became hazy with the sound of bells, striking the hour or ringing to service, as a single spiders thread is blotted with rain-drops, and, burdened, sags down. So she slept. (I flick through the whole book, seeking such moments, and like David Thomson I marvel at it again.) My own thread is thin; I must end before it breaks. Well, I tell Sister Disco, I was thinking about posting about that day, trying to remember it properly, set it down. 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Sinister: Looking for Mrs Julie Hewitt (nee Sauer)
by Marc Willems 29 Jul '05

29 Jul '05

G'day all, So I got to thinking recently, how are things going with Mrs Julie Hewitt (nee Sauer) a.k.a. Cyberglam a.k.a Julie "Sexpot" Sauer??? (Ah, the burden of physical beauty.) I clearly recall chatting with her back in my salad days on #Sinister IRC Chat around and after September 11, 2001. Unfortunately, my occasional navel-gazing has allowed no scope for recent developments and accordingly I have found myself somewhat dislodged from the Sinister social loop. The last message I received from Julie was an email she sent me in September 2002 announcing her move to Melbourne. I wrote back with my advice for living in Australia (eg. Treating snake bites with opium or other narcotic substances is not recognised nor approved by medical authorities.) I have yet to receive a reply. (I guess my tips weren't overly helpful.) Plus I didn't know her new email address. The following year I heard over the jungle drums that she and David had wed and were now living in the most holy of matrimonies! But I already had my suspicions when she said she was moving. That sly minx... But I was wondering, has anyone heard from her recently? I'm just itching to say "G'day, how's it goin'?! Have you had the distinct pleasure of being kicked by a kangaroo yet?" Such profound Aussie-related questions go begging for an answer. If anyone has any info, it is greatly appreciated! :-) Just drop me a line at: froggysfamily(a)deletethisbit.com.au Thanks everyone! Marc Willems ------------ "It is not easy to be evil when music is playing." - J. M. Chernoff Send instant messages to your online friends http://au.messenger.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Re: sinister-digest V4 #1256
by Mark Casarotto 28 Jul '05

28 Jul '05

Hey Sinister, Apart from the content, the last digest could have crawled from 1999, so let me add my tuppence'th (£15.65 in new money) to the whole memories shebang. Yesterday I put a picture of me gazing lovingly at Liz in front of some crazy red titling (you can see it at the site Steve pointed to in his last post) up as my PC wallpaper. It's made me well up four or five times and want to HUG Liz till she squeals (she was always good for a squeal, was Liz, hence such successful turns at "Heart of Glass" and "Wuthering Heights", a rendition of which I was lucky enough to get only 4 days before the tragedy). The funeral was an amazing occasion, and the sheer congregation of love there made all the tears more sweet than bitter. It was lovely to see so many people I have got to know thanks to Sinister there - my god, my life would be flat indeed if it wasn't for this list. I hope I don't have to go to another funeral in such circumstances, but if I do, I hope it will be conducted in such a loving, respectful, intimate way. So love to you all (especially the amazing Michele who claims to have grown up kids but can't as she's only 21 herself), and love to Liz's family and to Rob, who is a fucking star and the least deserving person in the world for all this terrible stuff. Keep smiling, Mark ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Pictures of Liz
by Hewitt, Stephen 28 Jul '05

28 Jul '05

Ello babies MissVicky, who is not subscribed anymore, has asked me to point sinister kids in the direction of this (yes I know it's ILX, but it's ok, you'll not catch anything just by looking ;)): http://ilx.wh3rd.net/thread.php?msgid=6030376 (if you get a silly warning message that says "turn back, you poxy fule", please try again later) You can contact vicky for the password (at the email on the link), we're looking to get as many pictures of Liz as we can, so please look through your old snaps and see if you've got anything, I understand there are boxes for your comments/memories on the website as well (I haven't scanned my pics in yet). xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Cock on meals
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.nhs.uk 25 Jul '05

25 Jul '05

Hejla Sinisterla, Oh, gosh. It's been a whole over a month since I had last written. I have not forsaken you, believe me, it's just been a crazy over-a-month. For those who don't keep track of my every post, last time I wrote I managed to fall off a bus during a haze of intoxication and cracked my head, after a Dizzy Rascal gig (really was feeling the Dizzy after that) Well, I've recovered from that now, head pain replaced by heartaches. You know somebody is a true friend, when they turn up to your birthday party, before you do, at your own flat, and then give you presents of booze and a tin of "COCK" brand curry sauce. When they bake you a cake and make cocktails with names like "Frogspawn" and accompany you in keeping your neighbours awake singing "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" on the karaoke machine until 2 in the morning. All these little things are those I remember the best, and what make me all simultaneously smiley and teary eyed. The crazy drunken post-bowling singer-songwriter party in Finsbury Park; The picnic in Oxford featuring the indestructible bubbles; The pub quizzes at The Shepherd; The filthy origami at The Approach; The outlandishly unpractised "Red Bull Dozers" "gig"; The Sunday roasts; The Bowling; The Fun; The funny named ales. I can go on. What can I say about Liz that hasn't already been mentioned by everyone else, as her loveliness was so obvious? Always so organised, so smart in knowing everything, never holding a grudge against anybody, and so never ever pretentious. When everything else were being crazy in my life, I could always find comfort in Liz, knowing that she would have had all of her things in order, and be willing to give a hand to her friends. A couple of years back I was having a very nasty time and my world was upside down, I cried my eyes out, Liz was there and she gave me lots of tissues. I've since learnt how not to cry outside so much, but I wish I can take my phone out and look up the "Liz" right now. It was lovely to see plenty of folks last weekend, it's nice. Kerplunk! was quite a good game, too, but we had decided that the setting up time:playing time ratio was too rubbidge for our liking. Ken P.S.: Oh God. A whole post and still no puns. Well, once, many years ago at a picnic in Hyde Park, I think for some reason Liz and I were talking about being a transvestite, and I inadvertently said something like "ooh, that's a drag..", and she laughed. And I nodded knowingly pretending it was a deliberate pun... Bad 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: Northern Hypocrisy
by Ev 25 Jul '05

25 Jul '05

Good to see some old faces and hear some old voices. And good to see Honey still gets given a hard time every now and then. It is sad that it takes something so appalling to have so much activity on this list. I didn't know Liz - I never met her. I did see her on University Challenge once. The one and only time I watched the programme. They were crap..let's not beat about the bush...shocking. To put it into context, I didn't understand a word of it, but St Hilda's got well and truly done from memory. Not a great memory to have of someone but, in my usual childish manner it remains fond. Thanks to David and Sarah for reporting back. Starry wrote: >"after going for sustenance in the form of batteredsossidgechipsandbeans in the local chippy" Aren't you from Preston? What an earth are you doing eating beans with your chips? I thought it had to be mushy pea fritters with crack-coated Mars Bars. I'm going to go into hibernation again for 5 years now, don me best suit, get married and have another 14 children. Adrian. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Liz
by MWaggner＠aol.com 25 Jul '05

25 Jul '05

If Starry Sarah can come out of the woodwork after all this time, then I suppose I will as well. I'm very happy you're safe Sarah... and pleased you still seem to be *you.* I may be the oldest of the old Sinisterines, chronologically... and consequently I've left all this p!o!p! stuff to those more p!o!p! than I. But once a Sinisterine... While I didn't know Liz outside the confines of the Sinister world, I think most of us would agree that this small world made many of us friends of a new and different kind -- we here often knew more about each other than we knew of people in our "real" worlds and sometimes shared things with each other here more easily than we do in that "real" world -- and so I count her as one of those friends by virtue of having read her posts and learned about her through them over the years. That, and the fact that people I know, respect and love thought the world of her makes me feel the loss of Liz as though I too have lost something. Perhaps it is just that the world can ill afford to lose one of its better beings and when it happens, we all feel the loss of their goodness in the world somehow. Maybe Sinister made all of us more aware of that kind of world-connectedness. As the mother of children not much younger than Liz, this resonates particularly deeply in me and my heart breaks for her parents especially. We can never quite explain the amazing love we have for our children, and how that love always carries with it both great hopes for their lives and horrible fears for their safety. It is what makes parents so annoying sometimes. I know I can't begin to know the Daplyns' pain in reality, but I can imagine all too well the shape and depth of it from my own nightmares and it makes me cry... for them, for Liz, and for all the troubled world in which these things happen. I hope that they, and everyone who loved and was touched by her, will eventually find the peace that Liz would want them to find in having known, loved and shared her life. Hopefully their memories of Liz will someday be beams of sunlight in which those who loved her will be able to warm themselves in the dark of sadness. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 only joined the list a few weeks ago...
by Will 25 Jul '05

25 Jul '05

probably only a week or two before the bombings in London took place, so obviously I'm not up with Liz and her life works, though with all the streams of glowing tributes from people who have had their own anecdotes of someone who clearly is someone special in her own way. I guess in a way its a testament to the wonders of the internet that it has been able to bring people together like this and when people are taken away so tragically it touches everyone in such a profound way. As if the pain of seeing the aftermath of the attacks where so many people needlessly died wasn't enough. I'm sure if Liz had an internet connection beyond the grave she'd be dead chuffed by how highly people regard her. Take care and keep living your beautiful lives Will +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: 10 Roddington's Plaice
by Sarah J Clarke 25 Jul '05

25 Jul '05

Hello Sinister, gosh it's been a while, hasn't it! I meant to write to you last Thursday, but Stefano wrote: > apparently we are facing a second day of havoc in London, > although the extent of the fact is nothing near what happened > only a couple of week ago, I just work down the road from > Warren street, one of the "isolated" tube stations. get in > toch if you been involved and need any help. hope you are all > well and safe. I am well and safe, but the abovementioned meant that after going for sustenance in the form of batteredsossidgechipsandbeans in the local chippy that I couldn't get back into my office which had been cordoned off by police tape saying DO NOT CROSS, helicopters whirring above heads and the local TRAMP being interviewed by A.N Media Man - I guess at least by BBC News 24. I rang my boss in a bit of a panic, only to find him in a local pub, had a quick half, and then went home. This being the Thursday, I hadn't been to Liz's funeral yet, that was on Friday. I immediately thought: gosh; that's near UCLH sorta, I hope Liz is... ack. But on Friday a lot of people said goodbye, and we listened to Belle & Sebastian, and ate some pork pies afterwards. It was a bit like a picnic, but an extremely bittersweet one and with less wine until the decamping London party fell into the boozer - and then personally I was drinking Discovery, but what can you do. You may wonder why I'm posting here, and in fact WHO THE HECK AM I - well, I'm your worst nightmare. I'm an old school Sinisterine who RETURNED with my special knowledge of which button to press behind the painting to wizz you down the superslide straight to the swimming pool filled with chocolate and Hunky Lifeguards TM with triangular faces and ginger hair. What? I don't mean you, Stuart, would I? Gosh no. Anyway, the reason I'm posting here is because it feels right to say something about Liz, as this is where we "met", and a Sinister Pickernick is where we "MET", so there. There was a moment at the funeral where Bell End Sebastian was played, and I, a mere robot, started to cry and had a quick look round for all the people that met in this way to see if lightbulbs were pinging off and on over peoples heads. They weren't, because that would have been taking Magical Realism too far. I am useless at this stuff, and Honey has already put things a squillion times better than I have, so I'll just say that I still laugh at our old args. abt Robert Browning**, and laugh, shamefaced that our last conversation in the pub was about Dr Who novels and Star Wars novels, I'll miss trips to the chicken shop and someone always knowing about cake/fishing/history/geography - in fact, Liz knew it all. She's incredibly special**, and my heart breaks for her family and partner, and that the UCL pie club is lacking a champion member. I saw a lot of Sinisterites over the weekend. And it was good. Of particular note I must recommend a game called Downfall, that Trousers and Hoppo were champions at. CHESS OF THE FUTUR! Bye for now, Sarah *I am still right by the way he is rubbidge **not in THAT sense +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: ...looking out the window full of mostly sorrow
by ulla saar 24 Jul '05

24 Jul '05

Dear Sinister people, What can you say to Rob and Liz's family and closest friends when they have lost someone they held so close to their heart. Someone so lovely and gentle. Those words have not been evented yet and probably never will, like in all true feelings. Still I feel I have to try and say something, for you see, Liz meant so much to this list and it won't ever be same without her. I had not the luck to meet Liz in person, might of been the geographical distance or the fact i've never even been close to London in my entire life. It seems to me though that she had the rare gift of making everyone she ever touched (not necessarily physically) wanting to be a better person. Thanks to David who reported back from the funeral seemed there were many who she had touched and i'm certain there are much more of us who could not be there. Might of been that those who couldn't had their own ways of saying goodbye, for me it was to leave a colourful bunch of flowers into Northern Sea for her memory and whispers that were meant for her ears only. There are people who come and go in your life and there are people who come and stay. I'm sure we all know what kind of person Liz was. Goodbye Liz. Ulla _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself instantly with MSN Messenger! Download today - it's FREE! http://messenger.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200471ave/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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