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Sinister: paul burrel, j-lo and amelie
by jk151 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

Hi I'm feeling a bit guilty today, I seem to have been messing up when I really should know better. You know how it is, you are trying to do the right thing, and it turns out you have just created a right royal mess (not on a Paul Burrel Vs the Queen scale of things, obviously, but not far off). This applies not only to my new-found friends at uni (I'm a first year at york university a member of the seemingly ubiquitous york sinister massive) but also to my course, as although I enjoy it, I appear to have contracted some sort of terminal laziness when it comes to doing "proper" essays. However, at least two hours a week of my course involves watching a small man make bizarre clicking noises and generally talking with his fingers in his mouth, so I'm going to stick it out for a while longer. Er, I don't think that I'm making quite the impression I was aiming for here, I'lll try a different tack. Recently I have been: listening to a lot of pop music (if j-lo and justin timberlake can be counted as pop these days), trying to persuade 2 friends from home that they are going to be alright after both of them got dumped by their long term partners in the same week, and missing my copies of amelie and mallrats. Anyway, I think now is the time to confess my secret; my name is Jen and I like Belle and Sebastian. Yep, thats right, this is my first post, I'm sorry to trick you into reading the whole thing by adding this at the end but I couldn't take the pressure otherwise. If anyone has got this far, I thank you kindly, and I promise not to post again too soon. Jen xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Just so long
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

I'm going to go. But then I'm going to come back. Here's the thing. I'm a very different girl from the one you knew. I even look different. I'm afraid I just can't be ArtsyDeco anymore. She's not really who I am. I don't think I'll even try to get the name switched. I like the idea of being reinitiated by some time in the nursery. I was away for so long before that I think it made it strange for me to come back. And then there was the whole Peter mess. Anyways, I'm off so that I may return anew, like the effing phoenix or something. Or maybe more like a person who just needs a change. Squawk* Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: friday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school.
by Sam Walton 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

Hello, Sinister. I'm still here, y'know. Hi. I've just been quiet. Well, quieter. I've had a funny couple of weeks, all in all. I won't go into detail though, because I don't do blogging. ///THE BEST-LOOKING GIRLS ARE STAYING INSIDE\\\ I had a *thing* with a girl. Perhaps that should read "I had a thing *for* a girl" instead, becuase nothing actually happened. A couple of dates, then silence, then confusion, then silence - you know how it is... ..."Friends?" she offered me, only this morning, and I accepted. It was the only way to be, doncha know. ///ON THE TELLY ASM SPEAKS TO YOU LIKE GOD\\\ I'm going to be on 15-1 (for those who don't know, go here: http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/0-9/15to1/index.html) I don't think I'm the only person who finds this hysterically funny, either. There were some auditions near me, and I went along for a laugh, and now I'm going to be on the telly. Of course, the crucial question regards what tee-shirt to wear. This might give you an impression about the state of my life at the moment. ///WHAT WAS IT I SAW IN OLD YORK? I'M NOT THE SAME NO MORE\\\ Introducing... the York Sinister Picnic, 2003. I propose the idea of a picnic (well, a pubnic to be precise, because it *will* rain) on 4th December. I know, I know, it's a Wednesday, but it appears that the majority of the York Sinister Massive are available that afternoon, and other people from the surrounding areas can come and join us after work. Details are as follows: we will start 2:30pm in Lendal Cellars pub (on Coney Street), and continue in Lendal Cellars pub until we run out of money. Sound good? ///WE'RE REALLY SORRY FOR ALL THE TROUBLE WE'VE CAUSED\\\ My next post will probably be similar to this one: http://www.missprint.org/cgi-bin/anylistsearch.cgi?query=asm%3B+top+10&list…, or this one: http://www.missprint.org/cgi-bin/anylistsearch.cgi?query=asm%3B+top+10&list…, because it's That Time Of Year Again. Be vigilant, people. I love you all. Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: "whos up, whos down and whos getting a jolly good telling off"
by chris_t_opher 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

hello sinister i dont know why im writing.. i think mainly because the word 'manchester' appeared twice in a digest and i thought, between all the phonies and scallies, there might be some other sinister mancunians out there. i pounced on such a person (hello chica alemana!) who wasnt (that) scared by my enthusiasm. if you too fit the criteria, email me. just so i know, nothing more. sinister has changed since ive been away. or rather, ive changed and sinister just looks different. back then, everyone was grown-up and i was a wee kid. this time, i guess im grown-up and other kids are posting stuff theyll be embarassed to read in the archive in four years time. since i was away: <warning: includes gratuitous b+s content> - i somehow won the manchester treasure hunt and mumbled incoherently at struan as a result. - ive been in love, which was a nice feeling. i would even go so far as to recommend it. - ive started reading books again (wooh!) and have gone from hating catcher in the first 30 pages to loving it with 18 left. - ive realised that beautiful music isnt light-years away like it used to be. Just a decade or two. - and finally, ive panicked, fretted and wondered about where my life is heading. still, im not sure. those people who know their purpose in life, that must be pretty useful. whilst the rest of us change direction every week, they know where they want to be and can plan ahead. i write to-do lists for tomorrow but these people can write them for their entire lives. neil halstead's album is great. i like mojave 3 but his solo effort is just better on every level. other music i am liking is some leonard cohen i bought 15 months ago and only played twice in the first 14 months. also, the nick drake set has somehow found its way back to me (one of those boomerang artists, i guess). a noisy neighbour last year meant i didnt need to ever play any nick drake, i just listened three times a day through the wall. i can probably hum the bass line to his whole discography just from memory. john martyn's 'london conversations' is also an excellent album. im starting a column in a magazine i write for. its called Things That Piss Me Off and number one is sparkling water. there were at least half a dozen things that pissed me off about sparkling water, with the final one being that it doesnt taste of water, nor does it taste of anything remotely recognisable and yet it still manages to leave a nasty aftertaste for hours. i want to get something about sodastream machines in before its finished though. my hope is that the guardian will pick it up and offer me a lucrative long-term contract. piggytails has informed me that their chief rock critic used to be sinister. who knows, he might even read sinister every so often! i remember there was some even more famous listee. i think she was a model. or an actress. or maybe just some attractive girl who looked particularly good in the sinister gallery and im just making this up. who knows? yknow, ive never had hatemail. c. __________________________________________________ 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: I'm Rollin' wit CHU
by Paul Healy 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

The 24th November is my 24th Birthday. I'm going to the Amused Moose comedy club, which is below barcode. Come if you can, meeting 7pm at the Red lion Soho pub on corner of gt. Windmill St. and Archer st. Paul Healy my mobile 07984579335 P.S. apathy is golden Ken said claiming that I was the greatest guitar player in the world (a claim which was to be disproved later). Ken + friend (Stafano) sang Judy and the dream of Horses and The State I am In at the Worlds End Open Mic acoustic session. They weren't brillant but more enjoyable than the other performers. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: "they are days that catch the sun, days like diamonds..."
by ola szkudlapska 21 Nov '02

21 Nov '02

...and they sparkle in my memory, even though the actual sunny moments were few and far between. in fact, on most occasions it was the freezing wind that played the main part in the weather play. it was very excited about being the star of the performance, blowing with twice the usual vigour, so that we had to huddle together to keep warm, until the tram came, anyway... hello again dear Sinister, it seems like a while since i was last making you jaded with my ramblings, does it entitle me to do so again? mmm, hope so.. i've been thinking how the present is just the tiniest amount of 'now', the few moments that melt into the past, barely having time to actually HAPPEN. the speed at which the future turns into the present (and thus, the past!) is scary as well. especially when the present starts to seem like a set of actions you repeat without even sparing them much thought. it's really easy to get used to it, get into a rut and become bitter in the end. in a nutshell - i am not satisfied with studying politics ;) plus, i am stuck trying to make a decision what to do with my life. rant over. i was saved from thinking too much about all that by the visit of James the Star(!). although we didn't have a sinister picnic in the literal sense of the word (we would have probably frozen, had we tried ;) Miss Maja came over and it just seemed like holidays! yay. James alreasy said a lot about it, but I felt obliged to make a few corrections... :) -i am by no means a 'mega guide'. i could, however, be described as a 'mega disorganised guide', walking around the less-known-to-self parts of the city with a map(!) in hand and still managing to miss the street we were supposed to take a turn into. :) (actually, i think it had all been planned beforehand. the street temporarily disappeared, her aim being to discredit my qualifications as a guide. surely a well-devised conspiracy of some unknown forces) -you don't have to 'go see the palace of culture'. ;) in fact, it is practically impossible to find a spot in warsaw from which you CANNOT see the bloody concrete monster! to me it looks a bit like a gigantic rocket, but many warsaw people prefer to compare it to an enormous cream cake. i'm glad i don't see it like that, i would surely end up thinking about food all day long ;) *** apart from having a halloween party (the Reaper was quite prominent too, guarding the door with his huge scythe! that is until he got too hot and got rid of his costume ;) walking round the city freezing and drinking carambOLA in a club, we also saw the most hilarious film everr! i feel it's my duty to tell you about it (and James told me it's my duty to tell you about it), so now i'll just try to brainwash as many of you as i can into seeing it :) this wonderful piece of absurd cinema is 'leningrad cowboys meet moses' by Aki Kaurismäki. it's actually a sequel, but i couldn't find the first film in series in my video-rental-place (and Jim Jarmusch plays a part there!! bah) what you have to do first is strain your imagination a bit, and try to visualise a group of middle-aged men wearing colourful suits and (very ;) pointed shoes, their hair fixed into huge sort-of-spikes shooting out from their foreheads, each of them additionally equipped with a shock of a beard. yes, they are the Leningrad Cowboys, the worst rock band in the world! :-) having left their icy-cold home of siberia to get rich and famous in america, they fell victim to Tequila - a devilish drink that killed their manager Vladimir and left them strayed in a desert forgotten by mankind. when all hope seemed gone, Vladimir suddenly reappeared, claiming he was not Vladimir, but Moses - and offering to take the lost souls back to the Promised Land of home. or maybe 'offering' is not the right word. the Leningrad Cowboys were not too keen to go back to russia, they'd much rather have a second go at becoming music stars over the ocean. Vladimir, however, knew how to exert his will, so their journey back is the content of the film. the said journey is by no means monotonous, and includes events such as: -Vladimir stealing the nose of the Statue Of Liberty -ex-CIA agent joining the group, under the moniker of prophet Elijah -the group getting arested and getting out of prison (in an interesting way) -one of the Cowboys almost dying of Tequila overdose (again! naughty lads ;) and lots of similar attractions. however, it's the SONGS that made it for me. but they are quite indescribable :) honestly, the amount of pure quality nonsense in this film is so huge, that i'm quite positive Edward Lear would have enjoyed it, had he lived in the present day. i'll just add that all the actors are finnish, but they speak english with fantastically authentic russian accents, making the film all the more absurdly funny. conclusion: go see it!!! now!!! :) also, go see Múm, if you get the chance. these lovely people are sometimes described as 'the Belle and Sebastian of electronica' (content? ;) and their music is amazing in every aspect. besides, they drew pictures on my cd cover and smiled when i said 'thank you' in icelandic. so there :) love and cinnamon (and an invitation to warsaw :), ola lala +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Reporting back to us (the bowlers have arrived)
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 21 Nov '02

21 Nov '02

Alwight me ol chinas? Hope you're all doing well. And also, are you ready boys and girls? Because REPORTING BACK is BACK! Sunday was a day of fun and adventure, as you all know, it was the day of BOWLING WEEKENDER. As the Stakes were high, I prepared myself first by murdering half a cow, and then half a colony of cockroaches before claiming that I was the greatest guitar player in the world (a claim which was to be disproved later). This was before actually BOWLING. Later on at 3:30pm, the crowd gathered outside Finsbury Park bowling centre, where bowling happens. Amongst the crowd were the lovebirds, and a few of those who love birds. We were having a swift pint at the bar when we were approached by "The Field Marshall", that was when bowling begun. Two games of entralling bowling were played, there were moments of skills, and also almost fall-outs, and when we got asked for our "small balls" by the girl next lane, The Field Marshall and The Dappers both had their minds at the gutter, in different ways. At the end Healy's "apathy" bowling style and S(SS)'s "freight train" style pleased the crowd, and they both played a good game, but the Field Marshall emerged victorious (sportingly by only one point so not to belittle the oppositions). Liz was Robbed. Later on, we went all the way to the world's end, and it was scary there. That was when we bumped into no other than DAVID BOWIE! Ziggy himself - who performed several of his hit songs during an Open Mic acoustic set. We listened to him whilst taking revenge in stories and dreaming of the time when we were on stage, and dreaming of horses. You should have seen the state I was in on Monday morning. This bowling event was quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to sinister so far. It was so good, we went bowling again last night! But that's another story. D I G R E S S Story -> Tales -> Tails -> Bottoms -> Bosoms -> Porn -> Limp Bizkit I used to dislike Limp Bizkit a lot, but I've changed my mind recently after reading a magazine article and it revealed that Fred Durst -- who you'd think is thug of the century -- is actually an avid Harry Potter fan! During an interview, when asked of his opinions of Harry Potter and whether the media hype was getting too much. Fred exclaimed... "NO! Keep Rowling Rowling Rowling Rowling URRGH! Rowling Rowling Rowling!" Thank fuck for that. Ken +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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by James Danson-Hatcher 21 Nov '02

21 Nov '02

Hello sinister. I am your Tourist Information Service and as such I'm going to use my authority upon you all: "go and visit Warsaw". I'm a pretty crap person to take up this role as I know very little about the place but I am filled to the eyeballs with enthusiasm to tell everyone about it so. 30th of October After a stay in Hackney with the (silent on sinister:( Ali+Alex, they sent me on my way with packed lunch in hand and hangover in head to fight a path through London's well filled tube with my ENORMOUS bag of stuff and burst though Victoria's automatic doors to look for a bus with no name. The bus with no name had been a concern since I first found out about it a week before when I rang up and spoke to the particularly unhelpful travel agent. After confirming when I wanted to go and where to, I asked her what time to expect said bus and what it company I had to look for. "I don't know, just get there early" she said, her staightened northern accent momentarily braking to reveal it's rougher edge. Back to the present day I had very little trouble finding the bus as the time had infact been printed on my ticket and the bus was clear to see as the one surrounded by frighteningly good looking people who stood out a mile against the backdrop on Londoners. My mind was sent back to the last time I was in this situation, in February, when lost in central Poland's Wroclaw bus station. The station had tens of coffee machines dotted about the place and I remembered thinking how much happier the beautiful people would be if they were replaced with Martini despensers. My Anglo-Polish was not all it could have been but enough passed between me and the driver. He bundled me aboard and ran in a LeMans24hour stylee to his seat before taking off at some pace over Vauxhall bridge towards Dover. It was at about this time that I got into deep prayer for the safety of my legs, it went like this: "Dear God, don't let the woman sitting before me discover the joys of the reclining bus seat" repeated every few minutes. I think it worked, as she was very still until we stopped in a German service station for a few minutes. Everyone shot off to the shop,bought up a years worth of cigarettes and manged to squeeze about five smokes into the 15 minute period before getting back in the tin-can-with-wheels. Whereupon the woman sitting in front of me got into an eqivilant of seated DDR, giggling with amusement that her seat not only went back and forth but also sideways, my knees dodged the hard edge of the seat-back tray and it missed by a small ammount each time. It was some hours(days?) later that the bus got to the outskirts of Warszawa, instantly plunging into the sort of traffic jam that preludes a big city. Not a bad thing, I got to play a fave game of gazing dearly at eastern european cars for an hour. Of course we would be late, about 6 hours as it turned out and Ola, sensably, thought better than to wait around getting herself bitten by the cold on the off chance that I may turn up at sometime. Then my phone set it's self to sleep(for the rest of the week) and through no fault of their own I'd no luck with the station's payphones. HMMM, in my usual state of *organisation* whilst abroad, I was running low on ideas. I walked to the centre, towards a tourist info place that one of my books had mentioned as the place to go to find help. I don't know wheather it was still open at that time but don't really car ether because on my way there I heard the blessed sound of Liverpudlian. Not usually the source of excitment, today was different and the man was probably a little shaken after my burst of "HelloyoujustspokeEnglish,haveyougotaphone?pleasecanIborrowit?I'minamessetcetc.." but being a total star he let me use it and soon after I was explaning myself to Miss Lalala, her voice coming down the phone like a big flashy lighthouse to me lost in a storm. Needless to say, after such a long trip it was brill to finally get there and to not be sleeping on the streets, I was made very at home. Ola's flat even having a view of the massive Palace of culture from the balcony, which was my one big must see in Warszawa. If I was an itinery sort of person then I'd have had "Go and see the Palace of Culture" written at the top of the page in gold leaf ink with additional flourecent highlighting underneath. Returning once again to my Tourist Information Person persona I think you should all know that it was well worth seeing, later on in the week we went upto the 30th floor of the sandstone monster, which was a very long way up and the lifts were so quick you felt really light when they came to a stop high in the sky. Really its the history behind it thats interesting...(forgive me the odd mistake) After the war when Poland came under Communist rule, Stalin and his party thought it'd be great if they were to build 8 of these palaces over their empire in a show of power to the west with their Empire State and Crysler Buildings and a show of control to the people of the countries within. The largest is this one in the centre on Warsaw and looking at it even today it casts a huge imposing message across the city. Go see it!! Throughout the week Ola was a mega guide to have, one night we went to a club to try my first ever Carambola:), it's a liquor made from starfruits and we had it with grapefruit juice to start with. With this it's like a refreshing alcopop with added alco and pop that soon had us with designs on a whole bottle of the stuff. Seeing that we were potential addicts, the barman reappeared and shuffled two more Carambola based drinks our way. These were cloudy pink and had the grapefruit kicked out in place of rum, mmmmmmm. Lovely,more alco and less pop, we continued our Carambola journey with the original mixture before braving the very cold outside and running for/after the bus. It was pretty ****ing cold the next night aswell when we went to see a display of Yann Artuss-Bertrand's "Earth from the Air" photos that were stuck on the fence of this huge park. It's a really good idea to put them there, out of the galleries and onto the street as you hear so many people promising. Brilliant pictures too, not just aerial photography, but each of the hundred odd pictures a proper piece of art in it's own right. We both agree that flying about the world taking pictures and money for them is a pretty good job to have. Again the warmth of public transport was fully appreciated on the homeward tram. And while I was there it was Halloween! A party had been organised at Ola's flat, thankfully almost everyone dressed up, with a Warrior Queen being a memorable sight among throngs of witch's and carpet-wearing-people-with-sticks. I've never seen so many different Vodkas in my life, some yummy, some repulsive, all responsable for me staying in bed til late the next day. Met lot's of new and old friends though, among the sinister flock were Kamil(forgive me the spelling) hello! and Maja, hello! And all to soon it was time to go home:( Not quite home though! Seeing the Lord Major's fireworks on the Thames was a fitting end to my holiday. Thank you Ali+Alex for letting me live in Hackney and ride on 38 buses and be a Londoner for a bit. But now I am home, winter in wife-swapping Broughton-Astley is not looking much fun, but far better for the Polish trip :) James. _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: maybe it's just me...
by marisa stroud 21 Nov '02

21 Nov '02

I have a friend that sings while hes walking. Just walks around, singing. I sing with him when its dark. Otherwise, I sing in my head. Except in my Monday morning Socialism in 20th Century Canada seminar. Since its a class about socialism, it understandably has a lot to do with Marxism. And I dont know about you, but whenever anyone says Marx and Engles, I think of Belle and Sebastian. *amusing anecdotal aside: my boyfriend bought me the Waking Up To Us ep last December when I was feeling really sick. My best friend was visiting me in Glasgow, but wasnt present when he presented me with my present. Later when she did see it, she thought hed scanned in a picture of me with a dog and made his own cover art. Apparently I look like eerily like that picture of part of Sarahs face. End aside* My Monday morning socialism seminar is three hours long. The first hour and a half is usually a lecture from our cute little prof (he looks like the kind of grandad that takes you out apple-picking in the fall and teaches you about recycling). Then we break up into groups and do some kind of analysis work. It is usually then I start to space out and try to sing Marx and Engles quietly to myself which, if youve tried, youll know is very hard to sing discreetly. So I think the girl that sits next to me thinks Im nutty as a fruitcake. *are fruitcakes even nutty? Ive never had one, perhaps because Im afraid itll have nuts in it and Id have to jab that epipen thing in my thigh. It looks scary and hurty, and I dont want to have to try it. So I stay away from nuts and, consequently, fruitcake, thus exacerbating my ignorance of the ingredients therein* That class has taught me that Im not cut out to be a revolutionary. You have to be too angry at too many people for too much of the time. Also, I just wanna make necklaces out of interesting rocks and glue seashells to picture frames. I took the Twee Test recently. I wasnt sure if they were going to email me back, but they did. The subject line said, your tweeness. I thought it was a royal salute. It might as well have been. You are 74% twee. That is quite twee. Well done. There you are, boys and girls. Certified twee as fuck. I think I should change the end of the song to reflect My Tweeness. Shes writing in the style / Of any quiet grrrl There. That sounds a bit better to twee. I mean me. marisa. _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 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: Offbeat, Coupland, lost friends
by Joanne Hill 21 Nov '02

21 Nov '02

Another new Sinister member...that's me then. I'm Joanne and I'm from Macclesfield (in true Blind Date style) but this year I'm in Toronto, university year abroad thingy...I 'normally' go to Warwick Uni...I'm on the exec of Offbeat there, the original and not-so-superior. I wish I had an amazing story to tell, about anything, but I've not really. I wanted to talk about how I began to love Belle & Sebastian. It was only about two years ago, I'm a bit of a late starter when it comes to music, I had no friends at school who liked anything resembling indie/alternative - although we did have a thing for folk, and Cropredy festival in August. I had a friend called John Camm at work in Canterbury, he was about four years older, and had just finished his final year at the University if Kent. He invited me round to his one summer day. I was seriously hungover and tired from a party the night before, but i went anyway. It was from a conversation about folk, about Fairport Convention, which led onto Nick Drake, because some of the Fairport contingent play on Bryter Layter, and from there it was a short step to B&S. I think he was quite excited about his recent purchase of Fold Your Hands Child... so he put it on the stereo. I promptly fell in love with 'Women's Realm' and 'The Model' but it was a few months before I bought my own copy. By then I had been taken in by the warm (but glittery) arms of Offbeat, and had lost touch with John. Actually I never saw him again after that day of Belle & Sebastian. He had lent me a Douglas Coupland novel, but after that disappeared without a trace - back home I assume, somewhere near Southampton. I tried, really, to get his book back to him, it only took me a day to read, but wherever he was it wasn't Canterbury. Now if he is lamenting the loss of that book then well, he could have called me. But I guess he is the one to thank for leading me eventually here. Perhaps I should end here, for now. Going to the Silver Dollar on Spadina Ave this evening for live bluegrass. Any Toronto people, convince me that Canadians are friendly types, I always need more friends... Joanne _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 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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