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Sinister: A Lurker's Second Effort
by Tsong 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

Hi. I haven't really posted in a while. My last messages seemed to have been ignored, as they weren't entertaining or intellectually stimulating enough. I don't know... I guess I have more of a lurker personality than a poster one anyway, since I have no opinions of my own and no original comments to make. But reading other people's thoughts is fun. Now that I've lurked long enough, I know that Ken isn't from Reading and that Rachel sometimes writes posts about leaving Sinister. Bron studied in China (I am Chinese, kind of) and Sinisters have picnics in different cities for different occasions. I guess I will attempt once more to introduce myself: I live in New Jersey, USA, the middle of everything industrial and suburban. My skin is yellow. I studied in Reading, England last year and now miss the country terribly. I saw the B&S show last June in Glasgow. Currently I am bored and wanting to get away from this country. I want to go to Sweden. Ok. I think that was enough. Thanks for giving me another chance. I just want to belong. -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: you say you want a revolution...*
by Aruni J 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

All this talk about Mao has made me deeply nostalgic...for my days as a high school math team nerd. What? Don't look so smug, you were there, too, weren't you? Weren't you? <sound of crickets chirping chirpily> Yes, well, ahem. <point of order> I'm not insulting sinister, or Mao, or math team nerds, for that matter. I was one of them (see above). </end point of order> Maybe it speaks to the deep cosmic connection between sinisterinos. Or something. Who knows--perhaps in a few years we can graduate to playing Mafia. :^) Lately the theme of deep cosmic connections underlying shared musical taste has been playing in my head. (groan for the puns) Several of my best friends are B&S fans, and we all "discovered" B&S independently. Not the most shocking of coincidences, perhaps, but I'd like to think that it means something. Maybe it's an appreciation of beauty and whimsy that I seek out in my friends, or an understanding of how things build, or a willingness to listen carefully and appreciate all the layers that make up a whole. Then again, perhaps it's more a function of B&S playing fantastic music than of cosmic connections, but I prefer to have my head in the clouds. More immediately, as it turns out, being in med school does not suck all the B&S from one's life. For instance, we recently had several lectures on fungal infections, and I was thinking about "a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings." Except Stuart forgot the part about how "you compromised the integrity of your mucosal epithelium." Ah well. It occurred to me that next year, I will get to deliver a baby! (Caution to all of those expecting babies within the next year and a half--stay out of Durham, NC and the surrounding area.) I had a cozy mental picture of me holding a newborn and singing sweet B&S tunes to him or her. Then I thought about how odd it would seem to the parents that the person who had delivered their child was singing, "Get me away from here, I'm dying"--no matter how lovely and melodic. And so endeth another promising career. *"that sounds like rock and/or roll," Aruni _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.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: i guess i'm your big mistake.
by lindsey baker 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

hello sinister. it snowed last night, big wet chunks of white. i left the paper, and looked up as soon as i got outside, as i often do anyway. (i tend to defy the city and scour the sky for stars, though i often mistake planes for burning spirals of gas billions of miles away. realizing i'm, in actuality, only gazing at the blinking light of a hovering aircraft tends to make me feel smaller than the stars would, and part of not a world, only a prarie.) the sky was a hazy pink, and it reminded me of the sinister page at christmas time. i brushed the snow piles off my car with the sleeve of my coat, admiring the sharp contrast of soft whiteness against the varied plaid, and finally got in my car to clouds of breath and the smell of wet wool. the wind blew the snow at a bustling diagonal, and the road was actually quite hard to make out. i crawled home, which was fitting, i suppose, because i think i have been moving laterally on all fours for weeks now. i dreamt all night, but can only remember the segments wherein i put my glasses on, and couldn't see a thing through the pink lenses, only a snowy sky. i kept taking them off and rubbing them, blowing hot bursts of breath of the plastic, clearing away the fog. only to shove them back on and take them off again, blinded. i don't particularly remember if i could see when i had them off. i wrote an email to a boy i used to be friends with today. i don't expect him to write me back, but i saw his name in the daily nebraskan and suddenly, sitting there looking at his name in 10 point body copy, i kind of missed him and who i was when i was with him. i came in to the paper today, rejoicing for the snow day and the removed responsibility of attending my photojournalism class, wondering if taking a picture of slushy snow would constitute as a photo of news. i intended to devote the afternoon to work, but instead i have been alternating good life albums and writing emails. and reading old emails. from the boy i first fell in love with. i organized them all into a folder a while ago, and i noticed today i must have dleted the bitter ones in a fit of fury. and so the favorite song of another starts on the good life cd, and i am shaking still. something has happened to me since this near-rape experience of a few weeks ago, as it were, and i have been trying to put my finger on what, exactly is wrong and why i feel stagnant, like i am waiting for something. waiting, mostly, to fail. classes and love and hope and life and, ultimately, myself. repeat repeat repeat ...she met this boy from omaha whose life was handed to him but still he wanted everything his dreams were his ruin she couldn't wake him up the bough broke, and he fell like the time he fell from his mother into the arms of a doctor so he cried like that first day of his life he knew he had broken this beautiful porcelain and how could their world be the same? and so it never was the same. she whispers his name... xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ 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: sinister: calls for help
by Histrianic＠aol.com 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

You know, I was looking forward all week to a great, great week full of plans with friends, shows, and parties. Today the Levins (consisting of the infamous Will and his younger brother, Ned) called me and said "While either one of us would love to go with you, um, Wednesday is Passover." This was in reference to a Herbie Hancock concert in New York on March 27, a Wednesday. So now I have this ticket for Herbie Hancock that will sit here and rot if someone doesn't want it. If anyone is interestd, please email me off the list ASAP. (please please PLEASE???) *whew* cheers h +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Say cheerio to sinister
by Rebecca Wright 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

Well I've got to go now. Not for any mean surly reasons you understand, just cos I'm off to Peru for 3 months *gulp*. By the time I leave there'll be a class of jungle children who'll know all the words to Dog on Wheels, such is my legacy! If I find a nearby internet cafe over there I might return as a digest person, if not I'll be back in time for all the Summer picnics! Thanks for making my desk job bearable with all your wonderful mails, don't think I'd have ever made it to Copenhagen to see B&S if there hadn't been other sinisterees willing to see them with me. Bye now love Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: A Stroke of G-ness
by Greg Pallis 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

Because Mandee asked, and Ken's idea was too good to leave underdeveloped: (to the tune of She's Losing It, obviously. And the rhymescheme, too!) Cabbage met Nick Dastoor and Louis Theroux They made a board for guys as old as Everett True They're always looking for a fight. A pity then... their team is shite... Cabbage made tackles, from the back Johnny vowed that he would use me as a punching bag* None the less, sure was a rout... Sinister got eight and ILE got nowt. And in the first moment of waking up ILE's losing it, oh yeah they're losing it And when Martin doesn't even bother turning up You know they're losing it, oh yeah they're losing it. <dumdedum dedada dadadadaaa, de dada daaaa, etc> In Bapps' yellow shirts, we were ultra-cool. Sam's goals made their defence look like a fat old fool Mark's pair of strikes made the spectators drool Jim scored one, and even I got two. And from the first moment of kicking off, You know they're losing it, oh yeah they're losing it And when the Sinister goal tally keeps a-mounting up, You know they're just old gits, you know they're just old gits. They came to play us football and then they got stuffed, Oh ILE's losing it, oh ILE's losing it. When they leave early and go and sulk, down the pub You know they're just old gits, you know they're just old gits. ------- *: He did! Mark played Can't Get You Out of My Head at Tigermilking, and I was doing my Proper Pop dancing, bowling shoes and all, whereupon I was told that I was "going to get a kicking tomorrow". Of course the next day, he inexplicably broke his hamstring while warming up for the game, which only goes to show, um, something. Anyway, the whole weekend was thoroughly froody. Free lollipops were eaten, and the only things better than lollipops are free lollipops. Tasty. Mao was played, and Mao is the Official Sinister Card Game, and fabulous and subtle and great, and you can't explain the rules, you have to learn them by playing. Nishe. And a Sinisteress even tried to SEDUCE me, presumably as a joke. So I ran away. Foxy. Also, I listened to the Gareth Gates single a lot, which isn't much to do with Sinister but is divine nonetheless. And yes, Will's Evergreen isn't much to speak of, but the song was written for Gareth, you can tell. He's the only truly good person in the world, you know. Pop Idols and Match of the Match awards (and even a Red Bull, courtesy of James) G. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 don't love anyone
by Bron 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

i feel like i'm posting a lot, maybe i'm not, but i could be. anyway. i don't care if you think i'm posting too much, today was a day to post about. and tonight i had feelings that could not go unposted. so here it goes: It was such a messy day: Slush and mud and unread love, Tired young eyes couldnt even Reach each others, Let alone the sky. Too many snowflakes And flack to carry around. If it had been up to me This would have been a holiday Due to inclement weather and A pure desire for some afternoon wine. White white white to blind us all Shut the shutters to savor the last of Our vision, but alas, wed fall asleep In the darkness if the mature ones Had their way ------------------------------------------ Habitual love Is overflowing from people Around me Dead thoughts to keep filling space Holding on just to see The blue of each others veins In the struggle To brace each other up When each is really only too kind To admit that theyre simply too Limp for the other Circles are ran The same scenery starts to seem Like a dream But they never dream They sleep with their eyes open The moon can glide across their gaze But they cant see its light Only each other in their corps world Only each other out of habit ------------- i don't love anyone, well maybe my sister, and maybe my baby brother too...but i'm sick of seeing (and hearing most of all) lovers who talk about nothing to each other, and try to muster up some reply to empty giggles with rusting affection. they've dated for so long, they can't let go, they're bound to get married one day, it's written in the stars (but they wouldn't confess that last one because they're too bored with each other to say something so beautiful). it angers me! could you tell?? love should be something wonderful lovely the all of all the smile that never seems to fall to the floor no matter how many bricks of stress and sorrow lay upon it! so why? WHY do people love in vain?? i tried to put content in.. ---your mountain mama sweetheart X ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 don't like mondays
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

i am a bit scared because i came to work this afternoon and there was no-one else here. the door was locked, although the alarm wasn't set. they are probably all off drinking somewhere on campus since we're now closed to students. but i still feel oddly abandoned - as well as slightly relieved because i'm totally not up for talking to anyone today (except for my label-making machine, with which i have a closer relationship (love/hate though it is) than with any of the other human workers here. that depresses me.) thank god my weekend was fantabulous otherwise the hideous self-esteem crisis and crippling boredom of my monday so far would have me inhaling, or perhaps even drinking, my cheap tippex substitute. the weekend was what ken said, and that. i particularly enjoyed mark's sausage and ken's spunk. too tired to comment on anything else yet. i'm off work for a week and a half now, so any email meant exclusively for me needs to go to something.pretty(a)btinternet.com. thanks. luv archel xxx ps. due to popular demand, there will be another brighton picnic towards the end of april. swimming in the sea optional. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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: SCUBA diver (reporting back PLUS pastiche type thing!! cor)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

Did you know that SCUBA is an acronym? It means something like "self contained underwater breathing apparatus" or something, overly long name for an oxygen tank attached to a little plastic tube? Yes. Ian talked about the Evergreen song, of which he didn't like the similie on the first line which is fair enough (although I secretly quite liked the said line, only because I'm a sucker for things with random pretty words chucked into it that makes no sense). Just thought I'd mention though the credits for the songwriting goes to Westlife (or whoever writes songs for Westlife) since the Will Young version is a cover. Ken the encyclopaedia of pop. So we can't really diss him for the bad lyrics. But we bloody well can diss him for doing that "clinching fists aginst his chest whilst having an orgasm" pose 394 times too many in his video. I mean for God's sake, I thought the UN have banned concentration camps. Anyway reporting back.... This weekend was a Tigermilking/london picnic/sinister football challenge Triple Whammy, and it sure was fun. After a hectic working week (during which I had actually done a lot of work!), less thinking and much drinking were seriously in order. A few of us met up in various parts of London and headed for pre-tigermilking beverages at a birthday party of one of Apps Ben (Mr B)'s friends. We were put to shame by the fact that Mr B's friend had so many more friends than we do, but then felt better by assuming that the others at the party were really actually members of the Java Programming Society. Then we are off to tigermilking, after travelling across the river thames and ate jacket potatoes we arrived! at tigermilking and received a stamp and a lolly for £4. I pulled within 5 minutes of arrival and engaged in some mouth to mouth action with James T, apparently he liked the size of my lolly. We were astonished by the surprising grace and flair with which the PF and Stevie T danced passionately on the dancefloor, a few beverages later (involving a brand new cocktail miss SGS invented known as "Yes!", amongst other drinks) we were all hitting the dancefloor, thankfully not with our heads. Even birthday girl miss Dimitra Z and Sunny S began to dance, after some persuasion. Tigermilking is fun, everyone. And you should all come next time, even if just so that maybe Mark C can afford some half-decent BLU-TACK! Since everytime I go to tigermilking I seem to have to spend half the evening holding up the Tigermilk poster when it was falling off thus looking as if I was trying to groap the nakkid girl in the picture... The next morning was spent at the illustrious Bappsy Trotwood, with James DH and we played with Mr B's enormously wide-bandwidth after sadly departing with Fruitloop Rachel (miss R).. who was absolutely adorable and hopefully will return again soon. James DH had a dictophone which is the most amazing invention in the world, we enjoyed recording and listening to a recitement of the nutritional information of Lucozade in an American accent. We then trekked up the Primrose hill for a spot of picnic fun, during which we prepared for the all important football match when Sinister FC clashes with another list called "ILE", which is apparently a list where people discuss about the length of the queue in the post office for collecting pension money.. and, without boasting too much... SINISTER THRASHED ILE BY EIGHT GOALS TO NIL! .. I believe Sam W got a hat trick and the boy G was nominated the man of the match by the crowd, after courageously riding double footed tackles (ooh er) from the opposition, well done also to the rest of the players who were Mark C, Jim PT, Sean DR (he's back!), Ben A, Pine F, Paul H, Paul F, Nicholas P, Stevie T, James DH. During the first half we realised that a football chant was required, so our very own Sinister football song is born!! They're losing it ============== ILE*'s a team who were not amused they lost in every match since 82 they're always looking for a fight it's a shame their defence aren't so tight and at the first moment of kicking off ILE's losing it they know they're losing it and when the sinister's goal tally keeps on going up ILE's losing it they know they're losing it they know they're losing it! -------- *replace ILE with opposing team of choice Yup so we won the fooie, then later on after a pleasant and pretty walk we merrily ended up at the Spread Eagle, and I talked rubbish with lots of people as usual, recorded a drum and bass version of legal man on James DH's dictophone and learnt to play this really fun game called Mao. Before heading home exhausted after an eventful weekend! Now I'm so tired I can't be arsed to work and thus this e-mail, thanks sinister for getting me back into my usual work ethics. Trophies and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Thank you Jim PT for delivering me Spunk and a sorebit! _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.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: and everytime I say I landed on my coxyx, people laugh
by Robert Brennan 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

OHMYGAWD! I go away for a week and there's about nine hundred posts idling away in my inbox like a load of corduroyed schoolkids on Swap Shop jostling for attention behind Cheggers... And aren't you all E!X!C!I!T!E!D!!! There's a new album. Yippee! And it's got swearing. Cool! That'll put the wind up the squares. I'm sure I used that sentence when the also-sweary TYCCASI came out. Memory fades with age. Hope you had a top P!O!P time at the weekend Tigermilking/Picnic happenings. Reports Back please. Thanks to Rachel FruitBapps for filling us in on the Copenhagen do by the way. Well done to Amykins for making the clean break. Congratulations also seem in order for Ken if Amy carries out her Get Fired plans. Ken mentioned the errant ROBBOBS tape. It's currently with me and due to a tremendous amount of slackness and general stress over holiday plans on my part I haven't done a thing about it. After a week of snowboarding I am now re-energized enough to manage to press the CD SYNCHRO and RECORD buttons at the same time so hopefully the tape should soon be wanging its way to the next rob/ert/in/yn in the chain. Provided I can find some bluddy songs to put on it. Now for some list abuse - don't read between the stars if you live outside Lahndahn... ****************************************************** Hello. Has anyone got space for a fat alcoholic* B&S fan on their sofa/floor on the night of the Brixton Soiree? I don't take up much space and I know how to make toast. Big hugs and thanks if you can. Also: Any pub/picnic goings on before/after the gig? Anyone? Hello? *I'm not really an alcoholic. Although I do go to a lot of meetings and admit to being an analyst. ****************** END OF LIST ABUSE ***************** Hmm... Forgot to think of anything to write after that. I've got some B&S posters. I feel like a student again. Robster __________________________________________________ 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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