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Sinister: More Kissing, Less Dissing (Australian Meet-Ups: Then & Now)
by trixie firecracker 17 Mar '03

17 Mar '03

Dear Sinister, I have many things to say to you, but I will attempt to condense them into this one email so you don't all start muttering in an annoyed tone about 'youngsters' and 'multiple postings' etc. LOVE IS LIKE A BOTTLE OF GIN Extremely belated I know, but thank you eversomuch to Sen(d)sational Shellie for the lovely 6 inch posable present (and the other stuff), and to Jaunty Jay for being so organised. Yay for Valentines Day Mail.* PERTH VISITATIONS I was most lucky to be visiting my ye olde hometown of Perth a few weeks ago, just when Particularly Pretty Perth Sinister Boys Terry Underwear and Jeremy Tweddle were feeling (h)especially hospitable. If ever you're visiting Perth, look them up. They will show you a Good Time. Terry already reported back on the bowling, but we also went to see 24 Hour Party People (with Kin too! Hello Kin!), AND we had a picnic. So much fun packed into a week and a half. Our picnic was lovely. There were jam tarts, gin and jelly dinosaurs (as well as the obligatory VB and sausages). We played 1.5 a side football, solved a word sleuth and lay about. In the evening we climbed the DNA tower. Yay for Perth Picnicing. I am most jealous of the impending UK/northern hemisphere picnic season. I hope you all attend and have loads of fun. MELBOURNE MUSINGS Since discovering that the Perth Sinisters are so friendly, I have been longing to meet the Melbourne Massive. Longest Lurker Jim is also up for a Massive Meeting. Could there be time for a picnic before the weather turns bad? Maybe bowling is the way to go? Perhaps all interested Sinisters could email me off list? There, that wasn't too bad was it? Spreading love across the Nullarbor Trixie.x *Made me forget about the lack of Valentines Day Male. _______________________________________________ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: WAR - what is it good for?
by Dirty Vicar 17 Mar '03

17 Mar '03

If you support the war against Iraq - I hate you. Well, not you personally, but your opinions. Hate the sin, love the sinner, that's my motto. Mark C., meanwhile, was asking how the meetup of the other B&S hobby in Nottingham went. Actually, it was a lot of fun. Spread over two nights it was, the first being us lot gatecrashing a Track & Field Night. There I met two Sinister subbers, Big Stu and Robin Stout. The latter turns out to be another split allegiance kind of guy, meaning that he also came to the purely Bowlie meetup the next night. Big Stu remains true to Sinister and was only at the T&F night. We discussed issues surrounding the interviewing of B&S, something he has done and I haven't. The T&F night was fun. Being in a club where they are obliged by law to play B&S at least once every hour was a bag of fun, particularly as they at no point played 'Legal Man'. Top marks. The following night was the strictly Bowlie bit of the weekend. although not that strictly Bowlie - you could walk in off the street and go to it, if you had the hireys. A source of some concern on the Bowlie forum is the lack of an identifier for forum regulars, there being none of this upside down badge business to indicate who is a friend and who is not. Anyway, I was one of the DJs at this amazingly brilliant event, starting off with Edwin Starr's 'War' and thereafter playing a somewhat rockist set. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, I know I did. I also managed to introduce the Rock Lock to the Bowlies, raw power. Of course, it probably wasn't as much fun as has been had in ye olde days of this here sinistere liste from before I was a subber, but I wouldn't know about that. It does seem at times as though the great days of Sinister meetups are behind us, and were indeed already over before I signed up to this list. But of course, I'm sure that there will be a monster Sini-picnic in Glasgow the day B&S play there in May. There will, won't there? I am sad that I will not be there, but my ministry requires that I be elsewhere. someone mentioned that I'm always going on about popular band The Chalets. Well, I've just been to see them. They are still the best band that Dublin has ever produced. Sadly, Dublin audiences are a bit under appreciative of them. Nyeh, who cares? Prophets are never appreciated in their own town. time to go now. bless you all, DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 did see the Boy last night
by terry underwear 16 Mar '03

16 Mar '03

hey everybody, Last night on Rage (for non-Australian listee's Rage is a music program which is shown on Friday and Saturday nights. It is just film clips, and on Saturday night a local or touring band guest programs their favourite clips/songs) the Lazy Line Painter Jane film clip was shown. It was guest programmed by none other than.....Jimmy Eat World! How strange I thought, but in a good way. Other artists that have guest programmed Belle and Sebastian include Doves (Legal Man) and Stephen Malkmus (Jonathan David). Prior to watching Lazy Line Painter Jane last night I had the pleasure of seeing Teenage Fanclub and Badly Drawn Boy in concert at a mini outdoor festival in the natural surroundings of King's Park. The Boy was a little disappointing, he was quite obnoxious and kept flicking his cigarette butts into the lake where the ducks swim. The songs were performed well though. On the other hand Teenage Fanclub were fantastic! They just make everything seem great. And one lucky Perth sinister boy was singled out from the crowd and congratulated on his choice of t-shirt for the day (a little brown number with the words "Belle and Sebastian" emblazoned across the front). How very exciting! terry --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ _____________________________________________________________ Get 25MB, POP3, Spam Filtering with LYCOS MAIL PLUS for $19.95/year. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus&ref=lmtplus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: your obsessions get you known
by Ellebelle 15 Mar '03

15 Mar '03

i'm being a bit obsessed with jonathan david and carriage clock at the moment. not quite sure where it came from. i simply woke up one day and had to listen to them. and again. i must be really annoying the girl in the flat above me. mind you, that'll teach her to stop being so loud in her appreciation of her boyfriend's sexual prowess. i really don't want to know but she's not leaving me much option. it's most distasteful. good word, that. most amused to read Kieran's post about his English teacher's approach to plagiarism. a sadistic breed, teachers. especially ones of the English (subject) variety. they were the ones who didn't have friends at school, instead prefering to sit in the corner with a book. why did they become teachers themselves? because they didn't have the imagination to do anything else and because they wanted the excuse to carry on reading to themselves, in a corner, without anyone paying them any attention. i had two amazing English teachers: sally ellias and rob stanley. rob, in particular, didn't mind wearing jumpers him mum had knitted him "look, she dropped a stitch here, and had to catch it up later" and would often stop everything to exclaim "wonderful poetry". Mrs Ellias was also cool, but really lovely with it. all the boys fancied her, and most of the girls did as well. i've finally taken the life-changing decision to get a cat, well two kittens, actually. it's proving more difficult than i thought. i've got to be checked and stuff. bit scared about that. also proving difficult to think of names. and this is where i have a bit of a favour to ask. Honey, would you mind if i name one of my (as yet non-existent) cats 'Honey'? hoping that's ok does anyone have any suggestions for the other name? or suggestions for good pairs of names. let me know. i don't have an imagination, you know. i just sit in the corner reading books. finally got this developed: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ in this one the girl is crying. it really doesn't matter though as you can see it's a wonderment sort of crying. it's a wow, i'm walking up westminster surrounded by more people than i've ever seen in my life and none of us wants war and we're doing something about it. it's a magic sort of crying. it's a embarrassed sort of crying. she really doesn't mean to but it's a bit amazing being by yourself among so many when you're all there for the same reason. you can see her gloved hand is trying to wipe away the tears as she doesn't really want to cry on a thing like a peace march and she's trying to make it look like she's not actually crying. but for some reason she is. you can see faces all around her. if you listen carefully you can hear it's really quiet. people aren't talking or shouting at this bit. you can hear whistles in the distance but that just makes it all a bit more eerie. it doesn't help her stop crying. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ as i walked round town today i saw the redhill peace protester. just opposite the 'real gold medallian' man in the market there was a man with a huge banner round his neck reading NO WAR. i think there was also information about numbers of children who will starve but i didn't stop to see. i now feel really bad about that. how come i could manage to go to the london march but not stop and support one guy who's doing something far braver. standing up for your ideas and beliefs in redhill is not something to be taken lightly. i mean, the big issue guy is established and most people stop to have a chat with him (he's a nice guy). the 'repent or feel the wrath of the lord' people turn up in a group of 3 or 4. this chap was by himself and i just walked on. finally, i'd like to set the record straight: Mr Mark "I never got to be a prefect and i'm still damaged due to this" Cassarotto *demanded* a spelling test for some reason. THere's no way i would inflict speling tests on peple without haveing the ansers in front of me. There's danger I might even be asked to give a spelling myself. looking forward to the big bowl and perky picnic. if dafyd and james make it we will also experience the very first outing of the surrey sinister massive. rahhhhhhhhh. elle x __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: Le Picnic et la Bowlingeoisie (2003 FIRST PICNIC AND BOWLING WEEKENDER 2 DAY SPECTACULAR!)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 15 Mar '03

15 Mar '03

During Christmas 2001, our beloved Stuart Murdoch paraphrased George Harrison and sang.. "Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun and I'll say HEY it's alright dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum" and I thought "What on Earth is he on?? It's the middle of WINTER!" NOW I realised that, ever the prophet, Mister Mystic Murdoch was prophesying about TODAY! When the Sun came out in all its glory, making a fitting setting for me to announce the first London picnic of 2003, PLUS the first bowling event of the year! ============================================== * APRIL 2003 UK SINISTER FEST * * PICNIC BOWLING WEEKENDER 2 DAY SPECTACULAR * ============================================== Forget ATP! This weekend of 5th and 6th Apr, The Capital is where it's at! Why pay £110 to watch (haha) Autechre* when you can go 1) Bowling and Drinking on Saturday 2) Picnicing on Sunday Together!?!?! All in one Ultra-fun-packed-weekend??!?!! For FREE! (Apart from £5 for bowling) Crazy! So, here comes the science bit, concentrate! --------------------------------------------------------------- * SINISTER BOWLING AND PICNIC 2 DAY SPECTACULAR SCHEDULE * 5TH/6TH APRIL, 2003 SATURDAY 5TH APRIL - BOWLING 2PM ROWENS BOWLING CENTRE, FINSBURY PARK Take the Sinisters Bowling, Take them bowling! Yes, the weekend kicks off with a fun couple of games of bowling at the wonderfully ghetto Rowens Entertainment/Bowling Centre, an event which in the past have produced some of the best (and worst) bowling ever witnessed by mankind. And then after the bowling we can have a few pints to warm up for the following day. SUNDAY 6TH APRIL - SINISTER PICNIC PRIMROSE HILL, LONDON Yes, it is time for the shy sinister boys and girls to get out of their bedroom, and into the springtime. Finally a chance for all sini members alike to meet up and gossip! About the list, the band themselves, or just have a random banter, play football, have sandwiches, drink wine whilst enjoying one of the prettiest view of London from the top of a hill! And when the sun comes down we can retire to a warm cosy pub and chatter some more! Past picnics seem to have helped some of you lonely people find lurrrrrve, too. Hubba hubba! GETTING EXCITED YET? So! Hope to see many of you soon! From London or Otherwise! You don't have to attend BOTH events of course but if you do it'd be a DOUBLE WHAMMY! I've already heard rumours that Archel from Brighton and Robert from Portsmouth and Kieran from Sheffield might come - so being from faraway places is no excuse! If you ARE from faraway land and need somewhere to stay let me know and I'll try and help you find hotels or otherwise! Maybe if I tidy up this room you can even stay at mine.. Picnics and Red Bulls! xx Ken * haha Autechre.. haha it makes me laugh for some reason, haha. _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://messenger.msn.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: yeah, that's right
by Saint Virar 14 Mar '03

14 Mar '03

Sinister: Am compelled to post again, somewhat in response to postings of Kieran (sp?) and Christine Irene, though not directly B&S related until the end... Firstly did not know that Boards of Canada's "Aquarius" was used in a Mercedes commercial and am disheartened a bit but that's okay. Don't watch much tv anyways. And sure it's nice in a way for music to get out there in tv land but it can really ruin meaningful associations i have with songs. Like Pink Moon in the Volkswagen commercial and every Who song there is it seems. But I really like BOC and the newer album is good - "the devil is in the details" kinda reminds me of Kate Bush's "waking the witch" or something. I liked the Cage poem - was a pleasant reminder of "experiments" i did some years ago, obsessed with randomness. I had a little comic - the quigleys i think - a guy with his fist in his mouth and a lighter to his elbow with the caption "Bob makes a vain attempt to get high on himself." This sentence has 10 words, and I used the random number generator on my calculator to select one of the 10 words in sequence. I continued doing this, writing down the sequence, for a good while. I then recorded myself reciting the poem... get high bob a vain makes on himself a attempt a high bob get bob attempt high to bob on bob....etc. It was a lot of fun... Office Space is a great movie, especially if you haven't seen Friends that often... And to B&S...I got a ukulele for Christmas and learned chords and searched for B&S songs to play (which is how I found Sinster.) I played and sang the song Belle and Sebastian for two coworkers (who knew nothing of B&S in this suburban soundscape of Christina Aguilera and JayZ) here at the call center where i work and they both said they recognized the song. Now my question is....how? where might they have heard it? The only thing i could think of is tv? Or a really popular movie? Or maybe another song that sounds like it? Any ideas? Sincerely, Arin _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: getting what you want is a positive result
by Kieran Devaney 14 Mar '03

14 Mar '03

Yesterday I was walking from the Arts Tower after a seminar and I asked the person I was with if she knew what the dry slope skiing place was, obviously I didnt phrase the question quite like that, that would be silly. But remember how long and arduous was my search to find out quite what that place was? I wrote about it earlier. Well she turned and looked at the hill and said Oh, you mean the ski village?. I was, like, so annoyed. It was a good seminar though - choice quote from one of the students went like this Getting what you want is a positive result, but a positive result is not always getting what you want. which I, naturally, found hilarious, though my giggling was caught short by the fact that no one else got the joke at all. Philistines. I want that quote on a tee shirt though, it encapsulates a great deal of my world view. Of course Im sure what he said made perfect or near-perfect sense in his mind, I can hardly comment myself - how often have I rattled off some sentence which, at my end at least, is articulate, insightful and well constructed, only to have it meet with blank looks? Quite often. Trains are great. I cant imagine spending the whole train journey stuck in the toilets with five other people, dreading every little bleep of the PA or shuffle outside the door. You just miss too much. Its a shame. Its so nice to be able to sit there and watch things unfold - distant fields pooled in sunlight through gaps in the clouds and the corpses of trees punctuating fields. And the architecture - the skewiff spire on Chesterfield Cathedral, the pre-packed non-buildings with mirror windows and rows and rows of identical cars in the carparks. Mondeos. My dad just bought a mondeo, our old car was cream-crackered so he bought that to replace it. He loves it. Hes selling our old red fiesta which wont pass its MOT in the bargain pages on Friday, only cheap if youre interested, its the welding thatll cost he says, so if you could do that yourself youll be in for a bargain - four good tyres and a newish battery on it. On the way back into Birmingham you go through a place called Castle Vale, or you do on the way back from Sheffield anyway, and as we passed through there, through the pillars holding up the road I could see the place where I used to have hockey training two years or so ago, and since it was a Wednesday afternoon, the people training there would have to have been people from my old school. Imagine those poor souls, out there on the sandy Astroturf (and hey, Astroturf is a proper noun now!), freezing hands, blunted as their sticks. I dont think even I can properly appreciate how glad I was to give up hockey when I got the chance. But it was good to see that I suppose. You know Id love to tell you more about being made to play hockey when I was fifteen, how I asked the PE teacher if I could quit because I wasnt any good and I hated it and then next year he put me in the school team! My school had a history of losing hockey matches. Not deliberately though. I used to avoid the ball, there was an art to that, it was noble in a way, I was making a comment. A couple of people posted about chess the other day, I much prefer chess to hockey - the competitive element never really bothered me, it occurs to me that much of life has that to it, your average conversation has those undertones. When I was in the cubs I won the district chess championship once, and then got hammered in the counties, thats what things were like. I got to keep the trophy for a whole year which was good, we had it on the dresser in the living room. Chess is great. A bit of a moral tale for you now, just the other day the University English Department saw fit to hand out leaflets to all the students about the dangers and moral implications of plagiarism, how bad it is and how bad it will be for you if you get caught at it. Usually I dont take much notice of these things but the text was worded in such a way that it hinted towards an and worst of all youll be cheating *yourself* conclusion, though wasnt quite ungainly enough to use that particular phraseology, which made me think about back when I was in year nine at school and we were studying Shakespeares Julius Caesar for our SATS (to Americans reading this English SATS are, from my rudimentary knowledge of the American educational system quite different from the ones which you will be familiar with, I wont go into detail here though, there are bound to be websites). SATS at the time were a relatively new proposition (in fact we might have been the first year to do them, dont quote me on that) and back in 1998 a grammar school like mine, precariously placed amongst the newish new Labour government was keen to do well, to affirm its status, to show other schools what we were made of. And we did, as it goes, this story has a protracted happy ending some months after the actual ending when we take the exams and the results are published and then later when the grammar schools dont get shut down by Labour, though that might not be the happiest part about it really. So in English we were drilled by our mimsy teacher on Julius Caesar, and specifically the two scenes which we would be examined on, which if I recall rightly were Act III Scene II, where Anthony makes his famous speech, and another in Act V, which I cant remember anything about at all. Up to the point where this story takes place I really liked our English teacher then, I think she left a year or so afterwards which was a shame, but if we take the story as starting here then I, though quiet and quite straightforward in my essay writing at this point, did have the seed of an admiration for her occasional strayings into the unorthodox - I remember another time that year when she was teaching us John Wyndhams The Crysalids and she, almost as though the class, which was I shall add, some thirty odd fourteen year old boys, launched into a lengthy, impassioned diatribe about the sort of stereotypes that she felt women were unfairly expected to live up to. All of which seemed wholly strange to my own fourteen year old ears, but strange and intriguing. So the story starts then with us being set an essay on Julius Caesar to do for homework, which I and everyone else duly did and handed in. A week or so later we got the essays back - I cant remember anything about the details of what the essay was about, or how I fared or how any of my friends fared, what sticks in my mind is that after the customary period where everyone compares marks and comments our teacher quieted the class and asked one boy if hed mind reading out his essay, as it was a fine example of the sort of writing we should be doing in our exam and an excellent answer to the question. The boy, who was a clever kid, one of those whose report card would have decent marks across the board, everything from chemistry to art, which wasnt really so hard in year nine, but he got a grudging respect for it from us all, which might have had something to do with him being good at football too. Not caring for football I also remember not liking him much myself, though that wasnt solely to do with the football thing, he was arrogant I thought, and I think I was right, he still was when I last saw him, perhaps still is. At the teachers words he blushed though, seemed reluctant, What mark did he get miss? asked someone, Oh, an A of course she answered, perhaps I could read it out then, would that be better?. He still didnt look too keen, but he could hardly refuse and so the book was handed over. You know that reading voice that English teachers tend to have? A sort of tender tone, never mocking or snide, with gentle, unforced inflections - she began to read his essay in that tone with nary a pause or stumbled over word to disrupt the flow. We listened. Begrudgingly I gave him credit - his prose was certainly very adept, very mature and slick, quite professional sounding, and his points were concise and fairly insightful, backed up nicely with choice quotes from the text. It was a good sounding essay. Some people were even taking notes. I thought that was going a bit too far. Now, there were other kids that I disliked in my class at school and one of them, a particularly cruel boy, gawky and ungainly in appearance with a real malicious streak to him happened to be sitting on the same table as I was in this particular lesson. As the reading continued he seemed to be suddenly finding this nice essay highly amusing, I glanced up at him to find him looking at a copy of the York Notes for Julius Caesar - you know those awful guidebook things which take you by the hand and drag you through a text? He had one of those, Ive never been too keen on those at all, even in year nine I knew how rubbish they were. But still, he was giggling away and looking at his York Notes, even nudged the person next to him and pointed at the book, following a line with his finger, that person began to laugh as well. I couldnt fathom it, what was so funny? Well typically, as it tends to do the gossip soon spread across the table and then the whole classroom, the boy whose essay it was, who I then turned to was blushing profusely, unable to keep his eyes on one spot. Someone showed me the York Notes, it was open to the page covering the bit of the text we had to write the essay on, his finger traced along a line, the teachers voice coolly intoning the very same words printed on the page - he had copied them! And not just those! The whole essay was just that, culled directly and unedited from the notes, copied straight out into his English book. The classroom fizzed and popped with murmurs and comments, only the boy who had written the essay, or not written it kept silent, the teacher ignored us though and carried on right to the end, never raising her meek voice one jot. As soon as she finished there was general uproar, people waving copies of York Notes around at her and pointing to various spots with grubby fingers. Have you seen this miss? came the cries, but she uninterestedly batted them all away, I dont care where he got his ideas. she said. Some of us, not least the boy sitting opposite me, the cruel one, the one for whom the word schadenfreude might well have been custom built were outraged, up in arms, you mean she wasnt going to change his mark? Give him detention? No, the grade would stand, that was the end of it. It was incredible! Even I myself felt a pang of injustice, I who prided myself on distancing from classroom politics. The bell went and in the corridors down to our next lesson, which I believe was French, all eyes and voices turned on the boy, some in ironic admiration, patting his back, others caustic and testy. I didnt join in. To his credit he laughed them all off with as much good humour as he could muster, though he walked shakily across the playground towards French class and his voice did crack a little and he did blanche at the barrage of questions. I remember then in the following days in various conversations about how unfair it was that he had gotten away with this, and I couldnt help but concur. It wasnt until much later, maybe years later when the event was dragged up again, as it was with some frequency that I saw how well he had been punished, and how cruelly too. Read a year nine essay. Read a copy of York Notes. Of course our English teacher had, but how serious a crime is plagiarism? And does any crime warrant such a calculating public humiliation? I dont care where he got his ideas. she had said, had grinned at our naïve protestations - how could she not know? How could she not care? We had thought. But of course she knew and cared far better than all of us. How easy it would have been to just tell him off, maybe give him detention for doing that, and maybe even tell him off in front of the class, warn us about plagiarism. But that wouldve been forgotten in mere minutes. Who could match her tiny voice, gently reading the sinful text out to the class? Someone picks up on a phrase that they recall reading in preparation from the essay, they pick up their York Notes to see if it was from that and find not just that, but the whole thing, a duplicate of whats being read. He spreads the word, and when we tell the teacher she doesnt care! Just dismisses it, he gets to keep his unearned top grade, while the rest of us worked significantly harder and probably didnt do as well. Vengeance and justice had to be ours, our scorn had to take the place of the teachers, because she wasnt interested. And it was a quiet, hurtful grudge that the class bore, which occasionally bubbled to the surface and which burned right to the core of that boy, minutes etched onto him and borne out through occasional looks, occasional comments. Id like to say he was a different person afterwards, but he wasnt, it doesnt work quite as well as that, but almost, and perhaps for just a few minutes on the way to French class and then again whenever it popped up in conversation and hed awkwardly laugh it off, or grin and say nothing, perhaps then there was a change. And thats easily enough. - Kieran p.s. Sorry if I owe you email or anything like that, the above is to blame. I'll get on to writing them tomorrow hopefully. p.p.s I do wholeheartedly endorse Ken's reading aid. I considered putting the above through it before sending, but that would sort of defeat the purpose of the website. Consider this the hardcorists version. _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? Protect them better with MSN 8 http://join.msn.com/?page=features/parental&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=186&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: riffed out!
by Brian McNeill 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

Can anyone provide me with a cd-r of the Thrum album 'Rifferama' featuring the lovely monica queen. As my Lp has bit teh dust and It's deleted now. i shall provide the bLANKS AND POSTAGE THANKS BRIAN _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://messenger.msn.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: Change of heart on the horsies
by Hewitt, Stephen 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

Ok, so yesterday I said: I have decided not to recommend any horses this year as this was clearly putting some sort of voodoo on me betting HOWEVER, that was before I saw today's runner and riders and there was no way I could not... 2.00 KEN'S DREAM (no really) 2.35 Deano's Beano 3.15 (ie the BIG ONE, the gold cup) Best Mate Ken's Dream seems to be a 50-1 shot, and could well be beaten by Red Wine (the second favourite), so no change there then :) Got to have deano as well (no mention of hairy caves however...) and, after all, yer all me besht mates :) Looking at the odds in the morning papers if you did an acculumator on these three and they all won you would win about £1500 from a £1 stake, which is nice... Will this do Lucy? xoxo Steve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Reaching Primrose Hill. A Sinister Ink Polaroid.
by Stefano [Steady-State] 13 Mar '03

13 Mar '03

We were walking quietly over the path which would have lead us to the top of the hill. Passing by a series of pastel colour painted houses, I see a bright light shining in the eyes. She turned at me and said the day she will win the lottery we would have moved and stayed in one of those houses. then she pointed her finger to an coloured in indigo. In that there would be room for everyone we love, she added. I think we stopped walking and stood for a single second, looking at the Victorian buildings, immersed by the mild and soft spring sun. She smiled and we were back on our way. I just wished I would have believed that all that was going to happen, the mush she did. Ill buy a lottery ticket today. Take care. Your, Stefano ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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