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Sinister: absence note and pee ess
by idleberry 29 Jun '02

29 Jun '02

you may have not noticed I was not at the QMU gig last night. This was becuase I was at home having a wank. Also, I don't care. Also. cos I got paid yesterday and I got paid too much and tax free. so neer. Also. cos I'm not jealous in the slightest. It was a darn good wank. Not that you noticed I wasn't there. :-( pff. ******* ALSO, i think i'm arranging next weeks pubnic meet up orgy thing, Mark Casarolle. No idea how or where. If its in Edinburgh, then theres lots of things we can do and places to go. If its glasgow, I don't know much about glasgow really, but will take orders from anyone. My number is *sing it along to Wandering Alone to help you remember like a wee jingle* 07812 168 596 i-B ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.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: Fuck My Shitty Pussy
by idleberry 29 Jun '02

29 Jun '02

hello Sinister, ******CURSING****** realising that swearing is the new saying goodbye to breams (which was the new "I heart Ken Chu", which was the new posting, which was the new lurking which is just so passe now its almost retro chic )I thought I'd join in before the Daily Mirror caught on to the latest summer trend and made it untrendy, what with all the plebs doing it too. The subject line, IF it gets through firewalls of those of you at work (heh heh- I can't wait for you to explain this to your line managers... "no.. "fuck my shitty pussy".. its from this mailing list I'm on, see......I can explain... ") was one of the first things I learnt to say when I went to Norway. I learnt to say various other things before hand, but this wasd the most amusing and possibly widely applicable sentence. Alternatively, I could have given this post some "slight" content, and written something along the lines of "fuck this shit(ty pussy)". But I didn't. Bandwagons and all that, are fine. I jump on them when I need to hitchhike a wee bit, but not for the entire journey. Anyway. *** YOU ALL LOVE NEIL ROBERTSON NOW *** all he had to do was talk dirty, and you're over excited. Forget the band. Its Neil you secretly follow. I'd make examples of you all, but I can't be bothered. Was it because he made it cool to say naughty words? Hes such a bad boy, isn't he. Worthers Originial rebel. I can imagine him now. Actually, I've never actually met him, but I have this mental image in my mind that he looks like Woody out of Toy Story. Only in a black leather biker jacket. "Theres a snake in my boot!" indeed. :-) ***ATISHOO, ATISHOO, WE ALL FALL DOWN**** My hayfever is driving me up the wall. I've taken so many tablets over the years for it, nothing works anymore. I've tried Pirotin, Zirtek, Benadryl, Clarityn, Boots own brand and anything else that sounds vaguely like a vulcan character name from Star Trek. It doesn't work anymore. The drowsy ones, the non drowsy, the 24 hour ones, the couple of hour ones... all useless. So I've devised a new plan. I take two. Two 24 hour tablets, at the same time, of different brands, three or four times a day. It leaves me feeling lathargic to the extent of falling over, mind you, but short of shoving them up my nose and into my tear ducts to stop this hayfever, its the only thing to offer me any relief. I sleep a lot at the moment, I go to work, I come home, I sleep til the morning from usually about 10pm. And then I have to drag myself out of bed. The other side effect is I can't concerntrate at work and I get tired, which is why I drop a couple of caffeine tablets to get me through. And I sleep a lot too. I suffer pretty badly from hayfever. Some people get away with the occasional sneeze. But my entire life, for 4 weeks, is a nightmare. from the point when i get up in the morning (the soap I use makes me sneeze, stopping sneezing enough to have my breakfast, holding my head at certain angles to avoid a runny nose, taking the train in the morning which goes through the nice fucking LEAFY bits.. fuck you other passengers with your open windows. I notice, and I feel like death), to leaving work (why can't they just tarmac over princes street gardens and anything vaguely green? ok, so nowhere to have picnics, but we'd soon get used to astro turf) to everything. I can't take a walk in a park. I come home and spend the next few hours with sore eyes. I can't just talk- I end up sneezing mid conversation and its frustrating so I don't talk. I feel so hellishly grumpy too. And really, I'm so moody. If you see me, cross the road and avoid me for the next week or so. Its the best thing. People have this thing, where they go "oh, I've just sneezed. I must be getting hayfever" like its a cold, that comes and goes. I've taken to ignoring them. They antagonise me so easily. People have this other thing, where they see me suffering, and they go "oh, I take one pirotin (or other well known brand of allergy tablet) and I'm fine". Its different for different people. I don't care. I suffer badly. I wake up in middle of the night, sneezing and itching and I need to take tablets. A good night is where I wake up once. Some people go "but it was raining yesterday". Pollen count means fuck all to my body. Some pollen stays airborne regardless of temprature. "you should get a nasal spray" "have you tried...(insert well nown brand name of allergy tablet here)?" Durr. Like, eh, no. Of course not, you dildo! I've just been fucking suffering for the hell of it. It wasn't til you pointed it out, and I saw the light of my error of my medicinal ways. I hate it when people offer: a. diagnosis; b. advice like "take a tablet/ use an eye wash/ try nasal sprays" that quite frankly, is like saying to a blind person "Have you considered getting a guide dog?". c. Who think they know how I feel becuase they have a sniffle, although it might be a cold. d. Who make fun of my variety of sneezing sounds I'm not trying to be "I suffer worse than anyone ever" about this, but after ten years of one month a year hell, and you know, it drives me insane. A good year is when I don't get conjunctivitis, and wake up with my eyelashes glued together, and have to fumble about until I find the bathroom and can bathe my eyes. hayfever makes my skin itch, especially over the bridge of my nose with my sinuses. It makes my ears itch, and my throat itch. It makes me grumpy, and moody and depressed. I sneeze so much I don't bother talking much if I can help it, my nose runs so badly I try and keep my head at a normal angle and not bend over too often. Making rumaging around in my handbag a nightmare. Nasal sprays make me sneeze and are only good if i have a blocked nose- and then it becomes a runny nose. I keep my bedroom window firmly shut every night for four weeks. And i notice when a window is open, without even seeing it. In the past I've tried meditating myself to sleep after taking tablets which works partially. I just have to induce a sleepy state, relaxing my muscles and stop sneezing/ itching long enough to fall asleep. I've used eye pads, bathe twice daily on the worst days, and I never go outside if I can avoid it. So you know, people irritate me too, with their pop knowledge medical wisdom. Best not to say anything. I have two options left: 1. I go to a private clinic and pay to get a vaccine for my hayfever. (it is possible, apparently what it is is this. Plant pollen basically sees your nose tissue as the sort of tissue it wants to pollenate. What with your nostrils being all warm, wet and sexy. In some people, the body is cool with this. In other people like me, its not. And the immune system gets over excited and sees it as an attack. "No bloody flower is gonna have pollenate with my body!" type thing. So it sees the pollen as a threat, and releases histimine. What the vaccine does is to identify the allergy, and then, since the immune system of a sufferer sees the pollen as a threat, the vaccine works like a vaccine for any illness or virus or threat. Hey. If you can't beat it, go with it). 2. I go on holiday for 4 weeks a year to Alaska during hayfever season. Ugh. Sympathy to fellow hayfever sufferers. Well, thats my major rant over and done with. Please listen and learn. I'm thinking ahead to next week, and the talk of the picnic in glasgow, and whether thats a good idea. No parks. Lets meet up in a concrete block. please. ***Bangbang*** Earlier this evening, I was sitting in the living room being ignored by Mick. Sometimes he sits on my lap, while I massage his head, other times he ignores me. Tonight I wasn't good enough for him. Mick is the neighbours elderly cat, by the way. Then we heard a gunshot. no idea where from or anything, but it was something of an event in the leafy commuter town middle class area that I live in, and will no doubt be the subject of many a neighbourly gossip for weeks to come, regardless of whether anything further develops from it. And even if anything doesn't imaginations are wonderful creations for filling in gaps and creating drama and exagerration, to make a story more interesting, and hoepfully make the story teller more interesting. ****EVERYONE HAS A NOVEL INSIDE THEM**** I don't know if the above is true, but thought I'd write it anyway. Sinister is one of those mailing lists, I am aware, whose listees are generally creative. Its an odd place really, with more of a quota of creative minds than elsewhere, an unnatural surge of imaginative minds all gathering in sinister. Some of us are musicial, others are painters and illustrators. Some write, others sing, others make things. Well, this is for the writers among you. You with your film scripts, with your stories, and poems and even your posts. I bought a book the other week which has had me enthralled. Its a magical book, which seems to feed my enthusiasm to write and my imagination to develop. Irs called "The Creative Writing Coursebook" from my old uni, University of East Anglia, and is filled with advice and excercises for writers to try to use, ideas to help you develop and build and create, and perhaps even just use when you want to start writing something but have a writers block or no ideas. Its published by Macmillan, and I've found it a fantastic read and inspiring. So i thought I'd let you know, if any of you might be looking for such a book. right, I'm off to perform strange practises upon my body and try and sleep. Love, idleberry ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.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: 6pm Morningside
by Caitlin Pigtails 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

Walking home from work through leafy Morningside, I saw a bag of bread in a gutter. Baguettes. They were spilling out into the gutter, and a yellow leaf the same colour had slipped itself inside the bag. When I was little, I always felt terribly guilty for wasting food. I would cringe if I saw my mother scraping my left-overs onto the bird table. Last night -- gig! Woo! I skived off work early and dashed down to the railway station so that I could get to Glasgow and the QMU. I wasn't as desperate as Rachel (who started queueing to get into the gig nearly an hour before the doors opened), but I didn't want to be rushing in at the last minute. When I got inside - after hanging around outside for a bit with Mr Gillanders whilst he tried to get himself on the guest list - Carey and Lucy were handing out flyers for some club night or other. Flyers filled with tiny, tiny print. Everyone, going into the gig-room, had a flyer thrust at them. Nobody, in the dim light, could actually read it. The room was filled with puzzled indie-boys and indie-girls holding flyers in front of their faces and squinting. Eventually, the Big Nasty Security Man came and took the flyers off the girls for fear that all these people wandering around the union squinting wouldn't look where they were going, would all bump into each other and the room would be filled with blood and pain and nightmarish images as seen in Luis Bunuel movies. I think that was what they said, anyway. Incidentally, a few people have said that the last time I Reported Back I didn't give enough details away. The simple reason for that is that I couldn't remember any, because I was very, very drunk. Sat in the pub, topping my glass of vodka up under the table, I accidentally managed to drink rather a lot without really realising. It really didn't have a very good effect on my memory. I do remember almost leaving my bag behind, and giving Jeremy a big hug. But not very much else. Miss Vilkas (who was one of the people who wanted to know more about the last picnic) said that four years ago she lived in Scotland. It reminded me of the many, many hours I used to spend in the university library (in Scotland, natch), and how I would always see the same people there day after day but be too shy to ever talk to anyone. There was one girl who looked like her name should be Vilkas or something equally exotic: she had bright blonde bowl-cut hair, and looked strangely Scandinavian. Of course, nobody was allowed to talk. It was a library. So, yes, the gig. It was rather good - well, it *was* B&S. Better than the Usher Hall gig, at least. I don't think it matched their previous QMU gig, though, which was a bit mad. They played lots of songs that they don't seem to play very often, like I Don't Love Anyone. They played Stars of Track and Field, too, and I don't think I've heard them do that one live before. We thought it seemed a bit of a shame that nobody was dancing, even right in the middle. Over at the sides, Ailsa was dancing and I was bouncing around a bit, but in the middle of the crowd everyone seemed to be stuck stock-still. Shame. Name-dropping paragraph: big hugs to everyone I saw who was there, which includes Danny and his friends, Sweetie and Richard (who buggered off somewhere else), Gordon, Michael, Lucy, Ally, Gav, Sarah, Carey, Richard, Ailsa, Genevieve, Rachel, and David Moore. Hello to everyone who wasn't there too, such as the other lucy, and, um, almost the entire population of the planet. Even now, i still feel guilty if I don't eat all of my dinner, or if I see a bag of baguettes lying wasted on the pavement. xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: He taught me about having "the fucking horn": 101 Reasons To Love Neil Robertson
by Laura Llew 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

101 Reasons Why I Love Neil Robertson 1. He was the first person I ever heard kick about the phrase of having "the fucking horn." He was using it in reference to a song and so I mistakenly thought it might me to have a headache. (It made sense to me!) Thankfully, I asked for clarification or else I could see poor American me bumbling that British slang quite horrifically. It reminded me of the first time I heard the term "knackered." Since I wasn't familiar with it, I thought the boy was asking me if I was NAKED. For a second I thought foreign boys really were a lot more fun than their American counterparts. I should have known better. 2. For his birthday, he *gave away* a copy of Storytelling on vinyl. So kind. 3. He regularly showers people with flurries of "fuck you." Again, so kind. Of course, Neily boy, but you'll have to buy me dinner first*. 4. He told others I gave him porn for his birthday. 5. He'll forgive me that I didn't really give him porn for his birthday 6. He'll forgive me that I'm not going to finish this list in fear of getting a cramp in my pink if I really do list all the reasons to love him. This might be the shortest Sinister post I've ever sent but my thoughts aren't congealing enough to be able to write anything coherent. I'm currently in the land of Milk & Cookies (Utah) and shall be heading to either Aspen Colorado or Wyoming ("Q: Can you explain why Wyoming advertises that it is "Like No Place on Earth"? A: Because the rest of Earth wanted to make it clear Wyoming was an anomaly.") for hiking/camping/introducing my skin to the outdoors again and hoping it doesn't scream in resistance. We were going to head down south to Arizona but I vaguely remember the July Fourth week of 99. I posted to Sinister about it and said something to the effect of: Arizona is lovely this time of year - especially if you're planning a trip to the core of the sun and want to acclimate yourself to the heat first. I think I'll head north this time. Thanks to Breamsy Boy (Why has no one ever mentioned that he looks exactly like Stevie Jackson? Hello - eerie resemblance!) - I now have copies of Storytelling on CD and Vinyl. Fuck This Shit, Big John Shafts... Maybe foreign boys are more fun - Laura *a warped version of my favorite line from Ghost World _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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: But that nice Mr Robertson can say "Fuck you!" to me anytime
by David Moore 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

Hi All, Did I hear some gorgeous gal ask for a setlist? QMU, Glasgow 27.06.02 Fuck This Shit Sleep The Clock Around Womans Realm Waking Up To Us Jonathan David Stars Of Track And Field Dog On Wheels Wandering Alone Dont Leave The Light On Seeing Other People Wichita Lineman Simple Things The Boy With The Arab Strap Slow Graffiti Lazy Line Painter Jane The State I Am In Scooby Driver The Wrong Girl I Dont Love Anyone Dirty Dream #2 String Bean Jean Legal Man Poor Richard John Gillanders disappears to the Czech Republic for a while & Lucy forgets all about him to the extent of omitting him from her roll-call! Someone else present who I guess Lucy didn't see was Rachel Sunnyset. And the appropriately named Num Num from that other lot over there, who aren't all bad, you know. Nice for me to see Neil, Katrina and Gemma again and to finally meet Katrina's other half. (And she means it) This is probably echoing other people's comments, but here goes anyway. I was concerned to see what a B&S gig without Isobel would be like but as soon as I had heard Sarah singing the bits on Sleep The Clock Around & Woman's Realm & Rosie covering the cello parts I knew that all would be fine. In fact everyone on stage seemed to be very relaxed, having a lot of fun & conducting a discussion on semantics. I hope it augurs well for knocking the 10's of 1,000's at Glasto dead on Saturday. I am sure they will go down a storm, even when the audience doubles at about "Jonathan David" when everyone mooches over from having tasted Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls. For me the gig was one of the best I have seen them play, ranking with The Bowlie & the Saturday at The Barras: maybe because of the songs chosen being pretty much out and out crowd pleasers, maybe er, I don't know why. They faced a pretty boisterous audience, who even made Struan lose his temper during the intro to Slow Graffiti. I wonder who auditions the lady string players? Just Stuart, or a committee of all the lads? They all seem pretty foxy in any case. The additional musicians contributed more than I recall them having done before: played percussion, keyboards & recorder & supplied backing vocals. I think one of the crew played organ & electric piano on a couple of songs. Lucy mentioned The State Pookie Was In after the gig: you should have been standing next to her when Stuart started unbuttoning & she thought he was going to take his top off! I wish I had a tape of all that nervous mmmmmmm-ing & giggling :) Stuart is tough on the rest of the band: as soon as they get set up for Dirty Dream #2 he slots in I Don't Love Anyone* & they have to run around all over the stage & change instruments. The setlist indicated that song & String Bean Jean (Yes!) as "maybes": I wonder what dictates whether they appear or not? Time, or how the feeling & passion is running at the time? Whatever, it was the two optional songs that gave me two of my three massive all over sustained goosebump attacks, with every strand of hair on my body erect - the third was when opener Eugene Kelly broke into my consciousness (I had been a bad boy talking at the bar before & then wasn't gripped by his "smash Starbucks " song) with a beautiful & painful rendition of Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam that sparked off a long reflection on self-esteem, feeling unloved, Kurt & that whole slice of rock history. (* Too rarely played - only about the second time in the last 3 and a quarter years (??) ) Stevie Reverb gets an award for bravery for tackling The Peacock's Big Man's Wichita Lineman completely unrehearsed**, & then maybe another gong for shutting up the heckler who had been bellowing for it all through the gig. **Although apparently this is something any musician should be able to do :) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ RIP The Ox ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Probably even more upsetting for Keith than Peter) What a tribute if B&S could get a version of My Wife together before Saturday night? Thanks to Carey for being kind as well as lovely & for putting up with me again. Love to all Belle And Sebastian fans, David Moore Chelmsford, 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: Dream one, you had a whole lot of fun with a comedian
by Richard Pattison 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

On the train back to Glasgow last night I was sat a few seats away from some real life comedians. They had a flyer for some comedy club. They laughed smugly at how often Des McNeil appeared ("hes such a whore" apparently). They then started to talk about their sets. One of them was really happy with his and for the first time in ages he was enjoying doing his routine. The other one mentioned "cocks and robbers" causing comedian no.1 to burst out in fits of uncontrollable laughter. I didnt think it was that funny but I did think "Hey, why not plagiarise?". After all they get paid to be funny so they must be, right? They didnt mention any other jokes apart from some band called the throbsongs which wasnt even worth copying. I then made a note to myself not to mention the fact that the joke wasnt my own. The note must have been ignored cos the next day I posted to sinister telling the whole story. When the comedians got off the train I thought about following them, listening in and copying their jokes all so I could appear witty but then I decided not to be a stalker. I then thought about how "cocks and robbers" would be even funnier if it were "cocks and rubbers". I made that up myself, honest. Unfortunately I missed B&S playing that very night. The gig sounded quite good particularly the playing of scooby driver. Can anyone remember when they played that rectorial campaign gig at glasgow uni? I think stuart introduced one of the songs as being off storytelling? Ive been trying to remember which one it was. More bad luck meant that the reason I missed B&S didnt happen anyway. Fortunately, I still had a good night and I didnt get run over once despite two near misses. Richard _________________________________________________________________ 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: London picnic, 13th July 2002
by Mark Casarotto 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

Does Vilkas rock or what? When she said she was shy I almost wet myself with shock. Yeah, right, honey... Announcement for London listees - Saturday 13th July sees a PRIMROSE HILL PICNIC, from 2pm, same place as usual, top of the hill in Primrose Hill (or, more accurately, within 20 or so yards of the top of the hill, or feasibly under the trees if the weather's inclement. It'd be really good to have a substantial sinister presence, so do come if you can. This day's activities will also hopefully involve a VERY IMPORTANT footie rematch against a bunch of ne'er-do-wells and rogues, so bring your pompoms and cheer along Brave Sinister in our ongoing struggle against evil... Following the picnic (and inevitable post-picnic pubnic), I shall be encouraging everyone to accompany me to STRANGE FRUIT (www.strange-fruit.co.uk) which is a really pretty excellent club night that I'll be DJing at. I'll be spinning choons at 11pm, so anyone who's up for it, come along. You'll be able to get in for a specially-negotiated £3, too! Email me if you want further info on any of the above. Newcomers are PARTICULARLY invited along, cos it's always good to replenish the Sinister fold every now and again :) So see you then, or maybe in Galsgow/Edinburgh on the weeked of the 5th July. I hear a picnic may be happening there too? Can anyone confirm that? Toodle pip, Mark xxx __________________________________________________ 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: Don't tell me to fucking shut up!
by Lucy Alder 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

I think the Glasgow branch of Sinister is streaking ahead in the ROCK stakes. First, our picnic gets broken up by the Police because a bottle of beer and two cans of G&T were being consumed in a public place (horrors!) and then last night, Carey Lander and I nearly got chucked out of the Belle & Sebastian gig! How badass are we? So, you ask, what was our crime? Well, actually handing out flyers. Ahem. A big, burly security guard took us into the foyer where we had to stand and wait for a manager type chap. It was like waiting outside the headmistresss office at school, except various band members were standing quite close by, which made it all the more embarrassing. The manager bloke turned out to be quite nice and read our flyer with interest. I think he understood from our lo-fi little hand-out (no pictures, only writing, photocopied onto plain white paper and unevenly cut to A6 on a wonky guillotine) that we didnt pose a ginormous threat to the QMUs, er, domination of Glasgow nitelife. So they were temporarily confiscated and we were allowed to give them out after the gig, outside the doors. Nice man. Last time I saw Belle & Sebastian, Mark C and I pissed our pants laughing every time Isobel opened her mouth. Last night, there was no such silliness. Sarah was FINE and even clanked her cowbell with gusto during the Wrong Girl. Cowbell clanking has always struck me as one of the less interesting things one can do on stage, but she did a marvellous job. Her singing was also good and loud, in tune (with the odd crack at the top, which I put down to nerves) and her enunciation perfect. I, certainly, did not miss the musical contribution of the hamster-voiced one, only the laughs we used to have. Sigh. Stevie did an impromptu cover of Wichita Lineman, which was quite good, but Id LOVE to hear him have another go after proper rehearsal. He also conceded that Wandering Alone sounds like the Mavericks, but didnt seem at all concerned about this. They did all the songs with the best trumpet parts and Mick shone. I think he played a cornet at one point too, although my knowledge of brass instruments aint that hot. Chris has taken to wearing some flash, trendy specs. I didnt catch sight of Richard all night because my view was blocked by no, not Big Stu the speaker stacks. Struan threatened to take of his shirt at one point, then affected modesty. WELL! Anyone whos seen him play football knows hell get his kit off at the drop of a hat and would probably run around in skimpy Speedos given half a chance. Maybe he was conscious of the awful effects a combination of his toned torso and strobe lighting effects would have on Genevieve. I saw the poor girl after the gig and she was in fits of hysteria as it was. Can you imagine the consequences had Actual Nudity been involved?! What else can I say? Struan and Stevie kept telling people to FUCKING SHUT UP because they were talking all over the quiet bits and apparently they're going to tell Glastonbury to FUCKING SHUT UP as well. Quite right too, I say. Belfast Bob looked kinda cute as usual and it was noted that Stevie bore some resemblance to that Richard bloke who lives in Mell Street. I think it was the glasses. They had a new cellist too, Rosie (?) but she was behind the speakers as well. And Monica Queen was a bit squawky this time. I cant remember the set list, but David Moore has a copy (surprise surprise) so Im sure hell post it to you as soon as he gets to a pooter. Ailsa nearly had a fight with a girl in the bogs over another set list. Tsk. People present were: Me, Ally C, Carey, Genevieve, Keith, David Moore, Michael and his two mates whore always at Pop League, Gordon, Caity Pig, Sarah, Gav, John Pop League, Ailsa, Sarah Wheeler (I think), another girl with blonde hair who Ally hugged, so she must be an ancient sinisterine, Paul Oh, and probably plenty more who Ive forgotten (but it doesnt mean I dont love you any less, right?) Missing and much missed were Honey and Linda (!!!) as well as Sweetie and Richard who went to some gig that DIDNT MATTER HALF AS MUCH at King Tuts. In other list news, Jonathan Skinner said: Isobel left *gasp* how unexpected considering the foul form she was on. I think though this may be a good thing for the band- i don't know why. It must be highly insulting for them if they do infact read this list to see how people are weeping and whaling Now, I know Isobels behind is on the large side, but that doesnt mean she deserves to be harpooned. I mean, Moby Dick she aint. This has taken me loads longer than 15 minutes. Cliff, can you handle it? Juicy Lucy x ps. Did anyone else switch on the radio this morning, hear about John Entwhistle and think about Peter Miller? ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ __________________________________________________ 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. 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RE: Sinister: McDonald's! McDonald's! a Pizza Hut! a Pizza Hut!
by therapy.services＠uclh.org 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

Some rather more inventive McDonald's characters: http://www.theonion.com/onion3808/hammurderer.html xx Miss Marianna Longmire P.S. Apologies for the short post. Slap on the wrists. But if I'm caught sending random e-mails at work AND forcing my colleagues to listen to Baxendale, I might just get fired. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: McDonald's! McDonald's! a Pizza Hut! a Pizza Hut!
by Peter Miller 28 Jun '02

28 Jun '02

Er... thanks, Neil. Thanks to Aitor and Big Dave. I blame falling sales on notoriously difficult to police P2P file-sharing platforms such as Glassex and Winalot. The Pinefox asked about McDonald's characters. I only know the core duo of Ronald McDonald and Hamburglar by name. I mean, what would the others be called - Humphrey Milkshake? But I reckon I could recognise any of them in an identity parade. My favourite McDonald's character is Harassed Manager Mucking In, followed by New Recruit Being Bollocked. Did anyone see RICHARD AND JUDY yesterday? That was my Uncle Pete and Aunty Ann standing outside their pub. Seven couples made up entirely of regulars have become engaged this year. I think this is a classic case of a speculative bubble. Does anyone know what TV coverage is lined up from GLASTONBURY? Will it be live or highlights? Does anyone know where I can download snippets of dialogue from Gregory's Girl? I would like to use them to replace all that JERSEY'S WHERE IT'S AT stuff on STORYTELLING. I like the instrumentals best, they are kinda DEEP FOCUS, like the new PRIMAL SCREAM record. BIG JOHN SHAFT sounds like THE ORANGE JUICE or maybe TEXAS FEVER, I think. Peter +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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