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Sinister: Last gig of the year
by Neil Robertson 27 Aug '02

27 Aug '02

Hello, Don't know if there's many Italians on this list, but if there is, they might be interested to learn that B&S will be performing at the Enzimi Festival in Rome on September 15th. It's a free gig. If you give Katrina a couple of hours to have a coffee and update the site there will doubtlessly be a link to wherever you get the tickets. Look at www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/news.html It seems to me that Tindersticks are very possibly playing too, but my Italian isn't that good, so I might be wrong. Cheers, Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 27 Aug '02

27 Aug '02

I think theres going to be alot of people like me about, they'll likely be somewhere from 17 to their early 20's. Of course I have only lived through one decade fully so if you have more experience tell me. What happened during the nineties?, did anything really happen or was society too involved in breaking down divisions we have between us to move forward. You can't call someone a black person without a sea of heads spinning round to correct you for you "mistake" in supposedly seeing them only for their colour, when all you are doing is noticing a most obvious feature of their immediate being. Structures everywhere are being brought down to the ground, the structures that give us places in society are blurred or overcomplicated. You go to work and you're not a motor mechanic but a Diagnostic Technician. A what!?, That could be anything!. You ask a friend what job they do and it turns out he's an Engineer............an "Engineer" who refills up the city's empty coffee machines for a job. Surely structures in society are not confined to the people themselves. Look at the physical structures surrounding yourself. Often buildings, parks, houses erected in later years really lack any feeling. For the Millennium there were so many commemoratory things that could have been built but that all to often towns and city's simply found big rocks and put plaques on them the "celibrate" the occasion, that sums it up really. The faceless shopping mall architicture that is everywhere in its wipe-clean-pastel-tone way show this breakdown of indentity. So I do look back at past eras(what else can we compare ourselves to) and see almost every new generation has a look. People have mostly celebrated the future and put the past in the past. The mass rebuilding of Britain, between the fifties and sixties saw some amazing places built. I totally agree the most of it was ugly as f**k, but the sharp,hard edged intruders had a real presence and force behind them that todays carefully-planned eye-friendly mush lacks by the ton. These, as our surroundings do go further than just sight (Feng Shui etc... anyone?) and they don't say much for a state of mind do they. Once you start getting interested in this stuff you see so many links. Is it any wonder that with all the unspoken laws hanging over us (the way we make our world look,both physically and in our forced mindsets) that so many feel a weak sense of identity and culture. I'm saying this stuff, I'm nineteen and my arguement does not arise from a rose-tinted-glasses point of view. I wasn't there, use that against me if you like, as I want to know what you think. My next post will perhaps be a little more B+S inspired and I won't have two bugs making eyes at each other on the monitor as I write. James Danson-Hatcher. _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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 was like, you know, surprised, I was like, totally happy for a day in 1975
by Ben Apps 26 Aug '02

26 Aug '02

Dearest Sinister Chums, PARAGRAPH 1 Having just gone through the unusual experience of moving house while on a holiday of sorts, I now find myself writing to you from, as Dr Pete Venkman calls it in Ghostbusters II, southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley. Like where, oh my gawd, everyone like totally is rilly rilly like uh "he was all...and she was all...and it was grody to the max" Well not really but that's the myth that Chris Farley and Adam Sandler and a slew of 80's teen comedies would have you believe. If however you are from the locality and having trouble grasping non-valley variations of the English language, then I have found the indispensible resource you need: http://www.80s.com/Entertainment/ValleyURL PARAGRAPH 2 The London brigade may have stolen a march on all this 5th anniversary red knicker business. But here is where the new world order of this transglobal underground strikes back. What I am trying to say is that there will be a PICNIC this coming Saturday, August 31st in the sumptuous surroundings of the Arruyo Seco, next to the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California. Meet at Gate A ( http://www.rosebowlstadium.com/seating2.htm ) of the Rose bowl (which is at the southern most end) at 3pm. When all stragglers are accounted for we'll find a shady spot of grass to picnic and chat on. Those with an athletic disposition are more than welcome to join me in a kickabout :) Coincidently the LA Galaxy Soccer team have a match at the Rose Bowl that evening againt the New York/New Jersey Metro Stars, which a couple of us will be going along to. It's a snip at $13, but don't forget to bring a coat or a jumper as it'll be getting cooler by the time the game finishes around 9pm. The plan once inside the Stadium is to get the crowd cheering the team on to the tunes of B&S. I think TBWTAS or JATDOH would fit pretty well....and if the pet shop boys and the lightning seeds can do it, we can too! PARAGARPH 3 If you think you might come along, or need directions or fancy an online game of chess or something, give me a tinkle at benapps(a)hotmail.com or mither 'er indoors at blind_lisa(a)yahoo.com . I guess I should encourage the wearing of red undies too, but it's not obligatory to wear any ;) I think that's it, apart from to mention that I anticipate some in-depth reporting back from the London brigade in the next couple of days. Goodbye goodbye goodbye Ben S BApps x _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: Come Fux0r me up(i)
by Danny Farrell 26 Aug '02

26 Aug '02

Disclaimer: This post will more than likely make usage of MOCK pretentiousness, feel free to discard the MOCK and instead throw things at me, preferably small things. Hello my lovelies, So red knicker day is OVER and i still don't have any reports of the various festivities. Perhaps everyone has overdosed on excitement, redness and err... cheap alcohol. Maybe my hotmails broken, who knows? On saturday i was lucky enough to join with the glasgow sinister Massif to watch Mr Darren Hanlon. He was good, I, unfortunately, was not and left shortly after the gig finished to come home and pretend to study. In keeping with my latest tradition of going for a personality change with each sinister post i have decided after the poor showing of dannyRAWK and the general dismalness of being me that i shall have a go at being VAIN. that's right now i'm dannyGRATE. I may or may not be denim-clad in this incarnation but i sure as hell will be all about me. I still love you all, i just love me more. Actually that's not a little bit true, 'magine it was though... Ink Polaroids? Sorry my camera's broken. Retrospective CULTCHA - I bet you're all excited. Big Brother 3 has long gone now but i read an interview yesterday where winner Kate gave an interview on her new job. She described it as "wicked". Wicked. In the household everything was Wicked, oh that's wicked this is wicked. Sadly this has spilt over into REAL LIFE although not to the levels i first feared. My mother is a lost cause. The scene: I'm sitting in my bedroom outdancing little green men, zapping them and then high kicking or wiggling my butt to show my utter disdain for their poor dancing skills. Otherwise known as dancing my ass off to a very japanese video game. I hear a shout, it is the parental unit. I go down the stairs to be greeted by these words from my mother: "I've made you some lentil soup son, it'll be wicked." Lentil soup. My Mum. Wicked? Yr 'avin' a laff surely. She has also fell in love with this new-fangled e-mail thingymajig she insists on calling t(e)xt(i)ng. It is in her own words, "Wicked!" Wickedness Pervading society! Perhaps we're ripe for a bunch of green aliens with a lot of rhythm to come take us out. Whoot! Study Questions: * Sénorita callaghan is clearly too exotic to be from dreary old ayr? * Angelic Amy Apples is much too nice to be true? * Wicked Schmicked we're all people: Discuss * Stevie (your choice) smells of weewee? *SMUT* B&S prefer GROUPIES to ICE CREAM and JELLY? *SMUT* * I clearly don't get enough sleep: Discuss * Gillanders Esq. is a FUNNY GUY who is here to AMUSE me? it's so true love for all, cake for some pie xxx (i) Applicants must be 18 or over, unstable of mind and willing to travel. If you're like an employee of me then ummm...you're like, NOT ALLOWED (ii) Everyone should hear Lambchops "Your Sunny Fucking Day". Why? Listen and you'll see for yourself. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Cheers and Whines
by speaking 23 Aug '02

23 Aug '02

Cheerwine soda is the beesknees. The first time I joined the list Ribena and Red Bull (mixed with many wonderful other liquids) were the hot topic*. So now that I have returned I wish to sing the praises of Cheerwine. The most exclusive of Sinister drinks, Cheerwine is available only in the American states of North and South Carolina (with a little bleeding into it's neighboring states). I had the priviledge to be in the company of our llew and g this past week and for the first time experienced the glory that is Cheerwine! I personally drove away with a case and a jug of it (damn me for not getting more!). It's kind of like Cokeacola with a cherry flavour added but tastes NOTHING like Cherry Coke. The company that makes it describes it as undescribable and that's the best I can come up with too! ****** Changing the subject and tone. When taking actual polariods try drawing on it, while it's developing, with a cotton swab. The pressure you apply will disrupt the chemicals and leave patches and lines of phsycedelic colours around your subject. ****** If I hadn't thrown out my pair of red transparent knickers, that an obviously disturbed ex-girlfriend gave me, I would wear them in solidarity this Sunday. However it will also be my mothers birthday so I should think hard on this solidarity thing before, if somehow it was to happen, my mother found out I was wearing silky see-through boxer shorts and I ended up trying to explain how I got them and still be in good favour with her. ***** Misread Playforth's post "nicked my jose feliciano" as "licked my nose fellatio." I suppose if you can't reach your whatsit... cheers and apologies, -kirk OH MY HOKIE! I JUST FOUND OUT!! THEY MAKE CHEERWINE ICECREAM!!!! *Sadly for the boy G, Hot Topic, still not a goth store. ps. That was in no way an ad for cheerwine. I just really like it and good things must be shared. While supplies last I will be happy to share my stores with anyone close by. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Finance - Get real-time stock quotes http://finance.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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RE: Sinister: "Watch us wreck the mic, psych."
by João Victor 23 Aug '02

23 Aug '02

There must be many songs called Marianna :P Well, yeah, not popular ones, but... I know of a song called "Mariane". *Almost* your name :P It's by a brazilian band called Legiao Urbana... The song isn't *sooo* good, but anyway... well, here goes the lyrics: "Mariane" "I've been working all day, I've been thinking a lot, I've been doing some things That are not quite right. I've been thinking about you I've been thinking about you When will you return? I've been working all day I've been thinking a lot I've been lost in the morning I don't know what it costs. Will you find me there? And i guess it's just a phase, I don't know where i'm going. And i guess it's just a phase, I don't know where i'm going. I've been working all day, I've been thinking a lot I've been lost in the morning I don't know what it costs. I don't think about you, I will be able to do. Will you let me be? And i don't know where i'm going, I guess it's just a phase. And i don't know where i'm going, I guess it's just a phase. Just a phase." That's it, Victor. -----Original Message----- From: owner-sinister(a)missprint.org [mailto:owner-sinister@missprint.org]On Behalf Of Miss Marianna Longmire Sent: Segunda-feira, 19 de Agosto de 2002 19:36 To: sinister Subject: Sinister: "Watch us wreck the mic, psych." Where Marianna complains like an old woman. apologies in advance. It was one of those really hot London afternoons, so I tucked my little folding chair under my arm, sat in my backyard and read in the sun. Which was lovely, really, until my serenity was disturbed by my neighbour - the devil in a fish net muscle shirt - and his appalling musical selection. You may remember I once told a story about my neighbour playing a selection of great tunes out his window and onto the streets below. And how this was great, and I loved it because it made this fenced-off street feel like a little community. Well, I've since changed my mind. He is, officially, the fifth most odious person I have ever had the misfortune to know. Primarily, because he conducts ALL his conversations as if he were yelling, and his musical choice has moved from the wonderful Destiny's Child to playing rubbish Euro-trance tunes so loud I /literally/ can't hear myself speak. He is the bane of my existence and he makes me want to kill things. But, you'll be pleased to hear, I wasn't going to take this abuse any longer. I was gonna kick his ass the only way I knew how. Musically. And so began the Hackney Stereo Battle-Off Royale! Who will win this clash of the Titans? King: Hot dang! The ref's whistle has barely blown, and the neighbour has brought out the big guns, playing MousseT's "I'm Horny." Longmire doesn't stand a chance against a player of this calibre. Cole: But wait! She's reaching for her CD collection, what album do you think she'll choose? She's going for Ladytron, but no it's BRAINSTORM! BRAINSTORM! BRAINSTORM! King: Wow, that's a smart move from Longmire; the neighbour is on the floor in agony! It seems Eurovision 2000's runners up are positively SLAYING him with their indie-lite stylings. This match is ove. hang on, what's this? Retaliation? Cole: I can't believe it! He's actually managed to make it up again like an 80-year-old on Viagra and OUCH! He's playing The Vengaboys! King: Oof, that's gotta hurt. But Longmire seems undeterred. In fact she's laughing as her volume dial goes up to 35. What's she gonna do to him?! Cole: Oh! My! God! It's DAPHNE AND CELESTE! King: HE'S GOING DOWN! And so, I won. For about ten minutes, after which my celebratory cup of Earl Grey started to tremble as the opening refrains of DJ Otzi's "Hey Baby" came bellowing from the flat above. And, like all good Australians, I cursed. And, like all good Australians, I couldn't actually be arsed to do anything more about it. So I sat in my room and played the entire B+S (content!) back catalogue at a rather more reasonable volume, and danced, and wrote, and pondered. And a niggling thought came back to me and poked me in the eye. I hate my name. Rather, I hate the fact that my name hasn't (to my knowledge) been used in a song. Oh sure, all you Lisas and Janes and flipping Belles get a mention, but just once I would like my name to be used in a song. Or even a television show. Fact: I once wrote a fan letter to the chief script writer of Neighbours, hoping that somehow, he would become so enamoured with my name that he'd introduce a new character to the show, just so he could call her Marianna. And then, you know, she'd get it on with Kristian Schmidt. And it would be like we were dating. Or something. But, NO! My dreams were never realised. And I was forced to watch my sister Caroline jump about in glee to Shaggy's "Oh Carolina", bragging about how great she was as her name was in the top forty. I mentioned the misspelling, but she never seemed to listen, so I just punched her and went off to read her secret love letters. Of course, this whole egotistical issue of wanting my name in a song could perhaps be traced back to a brief period of being ostracised in primary school. This wasn't because I joined the boys' dungeons and dragon club, and it wasn't because I refused to smoke after school in the all-ages playground simply because it sounded far too much like a rebellion cliché. No, I was on the outer because the hippest thing you could have in your pencil case was a ruler with your name PROFESSIONALLY written on it. And of course, 'Marianna' was deemed far too obscure for the manufacturers to bother. Bastards. I can't tell you the pain it used to cause me seeing all my friends with their gleaming plastic named rulers, whilst I had to do with a 30 cent wooden ruler. Although, granted, I did jazz it up with 'Marianna loves Corey Haim for eva!' And 'Madonna rules!' etchings made by my compass. Still, mustn't grumble. On #sinister chat there was talk about the Beckham's insistence on naming their children after where they were conceived. I would be called Barrabarrup Longmire. Now try finding THAT on a ruler. xx Miss Marianna. PS. Sarah is /so/ right. Red Shoes are the greatest things in the world. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: if you're feeling..... left-handed??
by ian 23 Aug '02

23 Aug '02

hello my little sexpigs, i found out something very eeenteresting today, my dears. did you know that sinister means 'left-handed'? apparently the etymyoloymylogical root of the word is something to do with holding one's shield on the left side or somesuch. quite how this evolved to mean 'perturbing, in a worrying, scurrying, flurrying sort of way' (in the World Of Common Usage) and 'a bit peed off, 'cos no-ones listening to me' (in the World Of Struan Murdochette) and 'a bunch of corduroy-wearing tweeists who dance with wobbly head side-to-side yah!' (in Our World) is one of the Mysteries Of Time. this sunday, of course, i shall be insisting everyone holds their drinks with the sinister hand. and i shall be inspecting your underwear, and it had better be the correct shade of red, otherwise erm... otherwise.. otherwise Marie will lose her voice again and Uncle Remus will have to Save The World. and you don't want THAT on your conscience. ------------------------------------------ well, my loves, its been a frustrating day. the only plan i had was to download a life-size picture of jeff stryker (look, if you don't know who he is, just ask Stephen Hewitt) from the modern electrical interweb. unfortunately, there's been a fucking nun on my computer all morning. not a fucking nun literally, you understand. that might be forgiveable. at the very least i could take pictures, mark 'em up and sell 'em on. she spent at least two hours looking at www.winkingjesus.com and enthusing over www.jesusdance.com and, in the end, i gave her drugs to get rid of her. i've shoved her back in the shed with the man trap on. she may be a bride of christ, but I am the one who needs something blue. anyway, i've posted enough lately. some would say too much. so i'll go, and leave you with this thought. i hope you got that thought. i've never been great at telepathy. xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: 'Come to me' said Jesus, and i will redeem you.
by the potting shed 23 Aug '02

23 Aug '02

fellow children of Our Lord, my name is Sister Janice Slejj. no, i am not from scandinavia, i am from Our God's Good Earth. my particular part of it, at the moment, is called birmingham. before The Hand Of The Lord brought me here, it was my pleasure to Serve in a convent just to the east of - well, geographical significance does not matter. in His eyes, we are all one. children, i want to tell you a story. i shall begin now: once upon a time, there was a man named matthew. it was his appointment in society to collect taxes from those around him. this - excuse me, i have a visitor. i shall return presently, with an edifying story that i am sure will bring Light to your day. -------------- hkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufjoe oh, dear. i do hope you will forgive me. i appear to have spent an hour or so Blessed with the Gift of Sleep. i must appologise for my behavviour on this, my first communication with you. my vissitor was the owner of the small abode in which The Lord has brought me to Rest. i suspect i am here to asssssisssst with his moral welfare, as he seems, at this moment in time, to lack any. he does howwever, make rather fine cake. i moust foind the recipe. one finds one can only eat a small amount at a time, but the mmore one eats, the more one enjoys it. i must admit, my children, that i have eaten he Whole cake, and am now feeling a little woozy. the life of a nun is fruggal, and i am unaccustomed to such delights. but, children, i digress. if i may, i shall return to my sottyroy. omce, as i said beffore, there was man called -- my childen, thiss sotry is rathaer boring. if i may, i wll tell you another one... in a moment... i am just giong to see if my hosts has any more of thiss rthater exceellent cake. mmm cake... fine cake.. --------------------------------------------------------------- its nto, right, as ifi meant ot poison herrr. i knwo they thoght i did, becaus shed always had it in for me. from the day i got ther. to the convnet, i mean. she htated me cccos i've got styyle....YEAH STYLE... and she's a dowdey old spinsttter with a toga ficxation. so sheee callsllme sister janice. i man sisster fucking - oho i am so sorrry, i don't mean to ussse such strong language, its jusst that when you use stongg language itss strong.. and itsss languge. yknowww? ywannt to tryy some of this cake? i'lll feeddd it tooo you trhough the scanrenn.. mmmmm....no you can'''t...cos its minee! my cake! MINE! i've haddd enough of giving all the time. its BROING bOriong BOring yknow? what's the use of worrying? it never was worhthiwle. yeah...so seh calls me sisssster janice... i mean EVERYBODYE knows nuins are called margareet mary or mary margaertet or mary margarte fucking mary mary margetat god loves mary margaret sister blooddy margartet. she HATED me.. all the other nuns ripped thepsoi psss...rippeed the pissss...piorpe...err...laughted at me. oh, they were very cleverl about it.. they never showetd it to the muther superior, but thehy laughted at me, cos she's dcalled me janixe. but i swwear.. i never meant to kill her... and now i'm nolivingin her in this shed... hdining from the polixe.,..god, god iv you livoe love me, you've got a funny way of showing it... and i hope you love me, cos i lneed someone to love mw. and Jeusue Jseuse doen't want me for a sunbeam any more. Jesus wants me aofr a sumbeam. a sumabeam! ha ha! childrem, take care. remember, if you cna't be good, be caruefkl. careufl. careufl. nice. xx Sister Janice Sleggjj +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Got any sangers, Kezza?
by robin stout 23 Aug '02

23 Aug '02

Ive been using the same tea bag all day. I should really buy some more. maybe I'll catch a disease. I don't know who else got it too, but I got an email from Planet Banchory the other day about new t-shirts. I unfolded it and had a read, and at the bottom, after all the stuff about Forest green and Chocolate Brown, Katrina mentioned that there'll soon be a set of Belle and Sebastian playing cards. Hooo! I can't wait. I wonder if they'll be like those "special" playing cards my friend brought back from Sweden one time. The King of Arse! he he! Living in the future, as i do occasionally, I discovered that if I type my name into my mobile phone, before I type the 'n', it tells me my name is Snag. Now, as a bit of an Alf "Flamin' drongos" Stewart fan, I'm well up on my Australian slang, so I reckon my phone's trying to call me a sausage. Crikey! I don't know if this is an insult or a term of endearment. In any case I'm a bit worried that something i carry around in my pocket seems to be developing a MIND OF IT'S OWN! Talking of sausages, that reminds me. The other day I saw this headline on the interweb: "NSync star's space flight hits snag." He he! Fair dinkum, mate! I don't get to see bands very much but did get to see Death Cab For Cutie on Friday. While i must admit I went along mostly because of their name, they were very good and all had very high voices which reminded me of Alvin and the Chipmunks. A grown man living with three chipmunks? Perfectly natural, officer. And so soft on the skin. It looks like I'll be able to make it to the 5th birthday bash after all. For a while I thought I wouldn't be able to go, but hopefully, all going to plan, I should be there on Sunday. I'll have to remember to pick up my pants from the dry cleaners. bye Snag xxx _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: "this is the most amazing thing i've ever seen. that, and my girlfriend."
by ulla 23 Aug '02

23 Aug '02

.....said stuart murdoch to the crowd after they had performed two songs in benicassim festival. hello sinister, i've not been very good at what i should be doing. or more like what i've promised to do. that is being a good sillustrator. i really haven't been recently and i'm sad about it. i could give you at least ten good reasons why i haven't but i won't. it would only make you yawn. instead i'll write a bit about travelling and some sinister-type persons we met, to fit my post under at least one category vanilla david talked about. we went inter railing through half of europe with my boyfriend and ended up going to benicassim (more about it later) but before that we spent some wonderful days in brussels where a local sinistereene, annie, took so good care of us it was equal to at least 10 stars hotel. all the other places we left our luggage somewhere near to railway station under the vigilant eyes of a turkish type man who chew a dirty toothpick and had nothing but sweaty towel around his waist and went strolling around. well not really, but that would of been sinister. i'm sorry now if any of you is from bordeaux, but that really was one of the most boring cities i have ever been. probably because when we arrived there it was already late at night and we left quite early next morning to catch our train to spain and had no where to left our bags(we decided not to rent a room), but really- waitresses looking at you with empty eyes and not understanding the word you are saying even if you surprise yoursel! f with the ways your body actually bends. luckily in the table next to ours in a local open air cafe an old man played some french pop on his broken violin and challenged a black man some tables away to duel with him. thankfully only musically. black man drew a reggae tape from his pocket and placed it into a silvery music machine with a smooth move. it was a long and sweaty competition but long story fast: old man wearing a black barrette just had more experience. he was wheezing though when the black man finally walked away, dragging his legs . and then finally in benicassim among other very good bands we saw belle and sebastian. i'm not sure what good the reporting back from the concert would be though because i guess most of you have seen the 30 minute clip that paul linked to. only thing i can assure you, the real thing was great deal better. but the clip was ace too. next day in the festival paper there were words written by one mr. murdoch :" i promise that the next time we play benicassim i will be talking spanish like a native. could be a few years..thanks for being the best crowd (again!). one of our violinists, emma, was crying. she said it was like "radio ga-ga" by queen" . plus! we met jordi- a spanish sinister hero, who was so kind to get us tickets and directed us to the camping place and all. he's great i tell you. we wished we'd be able to go to haldern festival as well but simply run out of time and finances. thank you to all of you who did some reporting back from there, sounded like you all great time. um. i should go. my boss is giving me THE eye. one last thing: Sean, your post was really really beautiful and touching. i so hope you'll find that someone you're looking for. soon. happy birthday to us. honey is the best. as are you. all. ulla +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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