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Sinister: a poem for sinister
by idleberry 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Chocoholic Dreams (by idleberry when she were, like 17.. smutty little tart) A luscious bar of creamy milk chocolate, its body dark and smooth scantily clad in a shimmering skin tight violet costume gently divided by soft crevasses whispering my name with sultry eroticism inviting me to relish and fulfil my every fantasy enticing my carnal desires luring me coser with its sensuous charm i squeeze it pasionately between my warm wet, fleshy lips its voluptuous segments tantalising to the eye oozing heavenly sweetness with each bite each and every square made urposefully for the pleasure of my tastebuds to melt away slowly in my mouth releasing a delicious, sumptuous luxurious velvet leaving me craving for more. (the end) I thought that would give you something to laugh at. I sat writing it when I was 17, with my pal in the school canteen, giggling, trying to think of dafter and dafter words. Then, for a joke, I gave it to my teacher, she liked it, and wanted it to be made "more sexy!". I got an A for it, so hey, there you go. So the moral of that story? English teachers need more real-life sex. I thank you. Idles ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.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: So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright
by Caitlin Pigtails 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

This is a CHOOSE YOUR OWN SINISTER POST! Yes, just like everyone's favourite early-80s reading material, Choose Your Own Adventure books. You know what to do. I mean, it obviously won't be a full bookful. I'll probably get bored of thinking of choices to give you before very long. But we'll see how it goes. -- ONE -- You are sat at your computer, reading your email. You see four Sinister posts. Which do you want to choose? "Sinister: I don't love anyone (that lives on this continent)": go to paragraph 24. "Sinister: So Long, Frank Lloyd Amanda Wright": go to paragraph 17. "Sinister: Dos Sturan read his reviews?": go to paragraph 30. "Sinister: The Battle of Who Could Care Less": go to paragraph 25. -- TWO -- Oooh, ages ago. 1995? Something like that. Don't ask me, I never ever got hold of Tigermilk until it was rereleased. Go to paragraph 12 -- THREE -- You dafty! Your subscription cheque bounced! Go to paragraph 24 -- FOUR -- OK, so it wasn't *that* sensible an outfit. Something warmer would have been more sensible, with the weather we've been having lately. I know the pink nail varnish didn't go with the trousers, but I was too lazy to redo them. Go to paragraph 7 -- FIVE -- I mean, I do get sentimental sometimes. But not when I'm being this silly, obviously. It's always better in private, isn't it? Go to paragraph 19 -- SEX -- KEN CHU! Go to paragraph 38 -- SEVEN -- I mean, I'd look all silly if i got it wrong. Go to paragraph 10 -- NINE -- I thought it was obvious, wasn't it? I mean, what other species just ignores you and lazes about when you're trying to talk to them? Dogs look at you and pant excitedly. Parrots and Mynah Birds just repeat stuff back at you. Obviously, Elvis is a *human being* Go to paragraph 20 -- TEN -- I did have a project to listen to all B&S's songs and write down how the sung lyrics differed from the published ones. i was too lazy to finish it, though. Part of the problem was that I started with Tigermilk, whose published lyrics are by far the most inaccurate. The lyrics to Elvis are on the Jeepster website, but with a mistake in: for some reason, whoever wrote them down misheard Byres Road. Go to paragraph 17 -- ELEVEN -- Remember the line "bedsit infamy of the decade gone before"? I have a Cunning Theory that this is actually a reference to the review of If You're Feeling Sinister that appeared in the Guardian (published in London and Manchester) back in December 1996. "They sound as if they don't leave their bedsit enough" it said. or something to that effect. It was five years ago now, you know. Go to paragraph 4 -- TWELVE -- Are Frank Lloyd and Amanda related? I think we should be told. It would be nice to have a famous architect in the family. I don't think there's anyone famous in my family. My mum went out with a pop singer once, but I can't actually remember his name. Go to paragraph 7 -- FIFTEEN -- xx Caitlin -- SIXTEEN -- You mean you haven't heard Century of Elvis? Or read the lyrics even? It's on the Lazy Line Painter Jane EP, if you were wondering. And it's good. Almost makes me think it's a shame Stuart D left the band. Go to paraquat 10 -- SEVENTEEN -- I was walking round the city the other day. It keeps me fit. I don't get very much exercise. As I walk, I either think things over in my mind, or I sing songs to myself. I don't *sing*, obviously, because I get enough strange looks ordinarily. But I think-sing things over in my mind. Whatever comes into my head. For some reason, the other day, I started to sing "So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright". It's a lovely song, and it makes me smile. Do you want to give me a funny look? Paragraph 4. Do you want to read more about the Wright family? Paragraph 12. Do you think: "Ooh, short sentences. I like people who use short sentences?" Paragraph 38. -- EIGHTEEN -- I always liked to read Choose Your Own Adventure books straight through from cover to cover. My mother said it was cheating, but it appealed to me. Otherwise, there would always be bits that I missed. I always suspected that they put bits in that you could never actually reach. When I grew a bit older, I was going to write a novel which was cut up into little chapters and not put into any order. It was going to be called "Swingbridge"; I forget what the plot was. Go to paragraph 31 -- NINETEEN -- But if you do want me to get all sentimental ... well ... I'm going to go all quiet now. You might not even find this paragraph. Go to paragraph 15 -- TWENTY -- Have they left any interesting porn on your computer lately? Go to paragraph 5 -- TWENTY-TWO -- Go to the list archive and search for "Gillanders" and you'll see what I'm talking about. He's lovely, really. Hi Rich. Go to paragraph 20 -- TWENTY-THREE -- Some things make you feel awfully old. Going through cupboards and finding all your old childhood books, for one. It really scuppers your plans for clearing out the cupboards, because you just sit for hours and read them all. There goes your afternoon. What? You've not told me when B&S formed yet! Paragraph 2 Aha! So that's where you got the idea of this post from. Paragraph 18 -- TWENTY-FOUR -- Why does Sinister make people travel so far? I'm not criticising, it's a good thing. It's a wonderful thing. It's one of the things that makes this list so beautiful. Ahem. I think I was getting carried away a bit, there. This post is far too silly for me to get all sentimental and mushy about things. Go to paragraph 5 -- TWENTY-FIVE -- Most of you wouldn't care if I left the list, I know that. So, obviously, I'd have to write a long long post saying how I had to leave, things are just going downhill because otherwise you wouldn't noti THIS PARAGRAPH MYSTERIOUSLY HAS A SECTION MISSING. I think a sheep ate it. And I can't remember what I said, either. It begins again with: nd up with group fellatio. And obviously, we don't want that. Go and write the sort of post you want to read, instead. Go to paragraph 1 -- THIRTY -- We never seem to have any in-depth discussions of B&S lyrics here any more, you know. It's not like it was back in 1998, kids. Back then, threads about what species Elvis was would last ... ooh, *hours*. What species is Elvis? Paragraph 9 What the hell are you talking about? Paragraph 16 You mean B&S had already formed by 1998? Paragraph 23 So, tell me your theory about what "I Fought In A War" was all about: Paragraph 11. -- THIRTY-ONE -- I wasn't going to go as far as B. S. Johnson, who published a book whose chapters weren't actually bound together, to emphasise the fact that you could read them in any order. I can't remember what it was called, though. I hope it *was* actually BS Johnson that I'm talking about. Go to paragraph 7 -- THIRTY-EIGHT -- Sometimes. You just need it. Punctuation. I mean. When will he be back? From the Czech Republic. Of course. I'm a fully-paid-up member of the Richard John Gillanders Fan Club: Paragraph 3 Who? Paragraph 22 (that *really* is enough of that) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Sinister: PLEASE READ
by Mark Casarotto 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Hey kids, We don't talk about the list ON the list. It's as simple as that. Please remember this, it's key to the list's survival. If you have any queries, please check the sinister FAQ at http://www.missprint.org/sinister/faq.html Thanks, Mark xxx p.s. zozie, rachel, that was beautiful! __________________________________________________ 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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Re: Sinister: What he said, following in the blazing saddle of high velocity bovine
by toadie291＠attbi.com 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

its funny that everyone is leaving. i totally agre with everything that has been said regarding the state of sinister. i do love stream of conciousness, ramblings...god knows i have posted enough of them over the course of my time here....it just seems as though thats all that is EVER on the list now. it seems that in the past few months the only thing considered off topic on the list is belle and sebastian. it is not neccessarily the volume of posts, but it is the length of them. i have some really great friends that i have made on this list as a direct result of them posting about extremely personal things....but cant we talk about more than extremely personal things. what happened to the days of ol', talking about music,films, and when we got really crazy...we even mentioned B&S!!!! i dunno. i love you all to pieces but perhaps we need to reevaluate the list content a bit. perhaps we can have diary entries and something with more room for responose, debate, other people's ideas and perspective. i dunno. i havent read all of the posts on the list for months now...i have my favourites that i always keep tabs on....it just gets tooooo bloody long!. love to you all ~~stine > Dear Sinister, > > I'll be frank, my dears... > When P. Carter says "it's not you it's me" I have to agree with his > reasoning, but you have changed my lovely sinister. Less general banter, > open comment about spreadables and the like, and it does all merge into the > same thing. If someone tells me about their life story, or their failing > romance, well, what can I say? "I'm sorry for you" or "me too"? It just > isn't open to comment, really. We all > have problems. At the end of the day this is not a councillor's > help/sympathy line, and to be honest I just don't have the time to wade > through posts of people trying to outdo others with melancholy. Or even twee > cuty-ness. > > I suppose it is right to say "It's not you" etc for those out there who > think that's what sinister's about, but I am not those. > > I have met and "i-met" some lovely people, and to be fair you have all put > up with my ramblings. A big hello and thankyou to those who fill their > posts with the obscure, witty, smutty and generally light hearted comment > and > debate that I love the list so much for, or "loved". Gordon. DV. Archel, > Miss > Llew, Big Stu, Miss KK, Vel, Joe Pancake and many more besides. Honey, of > course. And a > big sorry to all those lovely people who wrote todays 24 odd posts, for I > have not read them. I think the sheer number pushed me off the edge. > No,that's not true, the seed was sown when Lil was beaten for missing out > the quota of saccharine in a post. > > To those who I owe stuff, it will be sent. To those who I have befriended or > vice versa, "don't be a stranger now!". > Nal, you should post. You have a lot of interesting things to say, and you > know it. > > The main difference between my post and Mr Carter's, though, is that people > will be sorry to see him go. I know if I was staying I would. > > Right, this must be my most serious post, ironic really. > > There are many other things to say, but...eh, you get the jist. > As whoever says, dance like nobody'd watching! > > Love > Corduroy Boy Tom > > P.S. Corduroy Kitten, this is the last time you will se your name in a post > from me. So... > *A*S*T*R*I*D* *I*S* *A* *S*T*A*R*!* > > > > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ 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: What he said, following in the blazing saddle of high velocity bovine
by Tom Pettinger 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Dear Sinister, I'll be frank, my dears... When P. Carter says "it's not you it's me" I have to agree with his reasoning, but you have changed my lovely sinister. Less general banter, open comment about spreadables and the like, and it does all merge into the same thing. If someone tells me about their life story, or their failing romance, well, what can I say? "I'm sorry for you" or "me too"? It just isn't open to comment, really. We all have problems. At the end of the day this is not a councillor's help/sympathy line, and to be honest I just don't have the time to wade through posts of people trying to outdo others with melancholy. Or even twee cuty-ness. I suppose it is right to say "It's not you" etc for those out there who think that's what sinister's about, but I am not those. I have met and "i-met" some lovely people, and to be fair you have all put up with my ramblings. A big hello and thankyou to those who fill their posts with the obscure, witty, smutty and generally light hearted comment and debate that I love the list so much for, or "loved". Gordon. DV. Archel, Miss Llew, Big Stu, Miss KK, Vel, Joe Pancake and many more besides. Honey, of course. And a big sorry to all those lovely people who wrote todays 24 odd posts, for I have not read them. I think the sheer number pushed me off the edge. No,that's not true, the seed was sown when Lil was beaten for missing out the quota of saccharine in a post. To those who I owe stuff, it will be sent. To those who I have befriended or vice versa, "don't be a stranger now!". Nal, you should post. You have a lot of interesting things to say, and you know it. The main difference between my post and Mr Carter's, though, is that people will be sorry to see him go. I know if I was staying I would. Right, this must be my most serious post, ironic really. There are many other things to say, but...eh, you get the jist. As whoever says, dance like nobody'd watching! Love Corduroy Boy Tom P.S. Corduroy Kitten, this is the last time you will se your name in a post from me. So... *A*S*T*R*I*D* *I*S* *A* *S*T*A*R*!* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Apology
by MrPink2000＠aol.com 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

I am fully aware I was being rude in my last post inquiring about Chicago, but it was not all my intention to change the contents of this list. Of course I never could. Thanks to those who responded helping me out, regardless of my rude attitude, and thanks to the lassy who pointed out my typos and spelling errors, (s)he sure knows how to make a boy feel stupid for making mistakes. Thanks also for those who referred me to other mailing lists where there is actual band content on them. -Aaron +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: It's not you, it's me
by staralful - 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Dear all i hope this finds you all fine and dandy not unlike sour candy. Ahh St Paddy's day is just around the corner and that is just another excuse to get rather drunk in the name of a patron saint who suposibly brought christianity to ireland and got rid of all the snakes-which was quite thoughtful of him i suppose. I get a lovely long weekend with which i can go and drink merrily-sing drinking songs and watch a few crappy floats go by. MR Carter said >Another reason is that I've lost my enthusiasm for the group. When I first >join I was inspired by everything, all the ideas floating round, and those whimsical stories, and just the idea that there was a concentration of >people who were into the same music as I am. However, I'm becoming more and >more bogged down with the rules of the list. Sometimes I like >one-line-at-a-time discussions, sometimes I like it when people post >nonsense and sometimes I even like it when people have the odd argument (as >long as it doesn't turn TOO nasty). This doesn't happen much on this i'm afraid i have to agree with MR Carter on this one-the list has gotton rather drap as of late- the diary entries and the *who met who when* diary entries often times get a bit boring but who am i to judge. The list has lost something but i suppose that is inevitible on something that is subscribed to so many people (not that i don't like that) but the one line posts that only affect 10 people are often boring and more often the only posts of the day-luckily we still have some lively ones on here and often times their posts are the ones i always read with out fail.you know who you are i think. but who am i to judge i suppose- luckily there aren't to many horrid people out there-just one or two but that again is inevitible i suppose. so an argument is needed *george bush is an oaf and needs to be taken to the Hague* discuss and i want a 2000 word essay on my desk in the morning either for or against. Right rant over i'll go back to talking about fluffy kittens for a while. aren't gorky's zygote mincyi rather good. i am only just getting into them which is a shame because i feel like i have missed out on something by not knowing them for longer but i suppose i'll just have to catch up catsup.and also the new gomez song is out soon which is one of the best songs i have heard in a long long time. Woohoo godspeed in but 12 days -i'll have to figure out what shade of black to wear to their gig in Dublin RIght back to home work land good bye and i hope at least someone made it down to the end of this post jonathan ps if you have and happen to live in paris or rome could you please email because a few friends and i are stepping out to these places in the next couple of months _________________________________________________________________ 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: How to make things happen and a london picnics
by Sunny set 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

The idea is always the start. The dream, and the handful of hopes, that is the start. Sometimes two people have the same idea independently. It binds together there lives with silver strings. String so fine that it is invisible to the eye until hit by light of a low lying sun on a summers evening. Its just so happened I was having the same ideas as someone else and with a lot of luck we eventually met and started to share these ideas. Plans were made and things beyond our imagination took place. The idea I had was planted in my brain by a boy in a far off place. On grey days, on crowded buses I would dream about green lakes, and beaches with shiny pebbles and mountains that touched the sky. He painted my thoughts with so many colours that knew I could no longer stay in one place. I wanted to visit the country he talked about so I started to save my money and look at airfares. But saving money and looking at airfares takes some time and with time I came to realise I would not be able to visit the country with green lakes, beaches and mountains. But I still had my idea. And other places have beautiful things to see. And now not only did I have my idea I had some money. I conferred with a friend and my plans changed. Maybe a plane trip to the north of Italy followed by a train journey through the country? It might be a nice idea. My dreams turned to stops in small-unknown towns, mornings lazily travelling whilst watching an ever changing view. Drinking the local wine, meeting people along he way, returning home with tacky souveniers, stories to tell and memories to comfort me in dark winter months. Two months before we were due to go my friend confessed that her saving was not going well, and that she was not allowed to take any more time off work this year. Things like that make going travelling a little bit difficult. I was disappointed, and although I still had my idea and my money, my hopes were fading fast. I clung to the word from my mum. "I'm sure you will find someone to travel with you, you never what is around the corner" Somehow my mum just knows these things because as it turns out she was right. One Friday evening, after a week where everything had gone wrong, I met Dimitra. We talked for a while before I told her about my idea to travel that summer. To see something beautiful. To make my dreams become a reality. Dimitra told me she had been having similar ideas. She invited me to Greece and I invited her to Scotland, we talked about the Bennicassim festival, and about watching belle and Sebastian. And then, out of nowhere, a plan was formed. She should visit Scotland and together we would travel to Spain. When she said "but we will have to travel by train, I won't be able to afford it otherwise" I knew it was the plan was perfect. You never know what is around the next corner, but believing that there is something is a start. And how can it be a bad thing to hope for something good? I left Dimitra on an underground train, around 8.00am, in Paris. Our plan had not only worked but now we had new ideas. Dimitra should come back to Scotland. I should visit her in Greece. Dimitra found a flight that meant she could come to Scotland in December. A little while later Belle and Sebastian announced a gig in Belfast! I couldn't contain my excitement and bounced about impatient to discuss the news with Dimitra. I tried to remain sensible: how would we get there? Where would we stay? Would Belle and Sebastian play in Glasgow too? Maybe it would be more sensible to wait a little longer before buying the tickets. But being sensible doesn't always result in the best plans being made, so, we bought tickets as soon as we could. Then set about solving the other problems. One of which, after the announcement of a Glasgow gig, was "which gig should we go to?" To which after a bit of giggling we decided: "Both of course!" Now, I also had the idea that maybe we would see the band travelling from Glasgow to Belfast. Not so much an idea more an idle daydream. And it's a funny thing, because as soon as you start making your ideas happen, some of your dreams decide to follow suit and make themselves into reality on their own accord. On a grey morning at small Troon station my dreams decided to do just that. One minute I was standing in a puddle at the bus top and the next minute I was on a bus to the ferry with the band. In March this year Dimitra will be 21. Yet again we needed a good idea to make a special thing happen. Neither of us could afford to travel all the way from one city to the city where the other person lives, but as it happens, London is situated almost half way between Dundee and Thessaloniki. Not in terms of miles, I will grant you, but if you compare the length of time and price of a train fare from Dundee to that of a plane fare from Greece you will find that they are very similar. Now it is Dimitra's Birthday on the 24th of March I don't know about you but I think it would be a very nice idea to have a picnic to celebrate sometime that weekend. By a nice coincidence Belle and Sebastian announced tour dates in the UK shortly after Dimitra had booked her flight to London. I'm telling you, if you ever want Belle and Sebastian to play a gig near you, invite Dimitra to come and visit. It's a sure thing they will soon announce gig somewhere near you a few month or so later! We have booked our tickets for the London and Edinburgh gigs. The two that are most sensible to go to. I'm secretly hoping though that somehow or other we will end up going to Manchester as well. Anybody fancy giving us a lift either either to or from Manchester? A space in the Band's tour bus will do nicely too. We are not fussy Neil even the boot will do You might think that is the end of the story? Its not. It's important to keep having ideas. It's important to keep trying to make them happen. Life doesn't always go as you want it to. It is impossible to be happy all of the time. But If I am ever feeling sad or lonely Dimitra reminds me: "Just think about exciting things, dream about the good things in life" You have to start somewhere. After all the idea is only the start, and making the idea just a fraction of the story. It's the unexpected surprises that happen as offshoots of the initial idea that really make life worth living. 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Sinister: How to make things happen and a London Picnic
by Dimitra Daisy 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

This is for anyone who may care what I think, especially those who are about to change their lives. Especially Vel and Sir David. Though, judging from his last post, he knows enough of this already. By the way, his post reminded me a lot of a Divine Comedy song that says: I can still remember When I was just a kid I was free to do what I wanted to But I never, ever did So now with years of discretion reached May we not forget "Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite" For there's life in the Old World yet! This is a story about making things happen. It is about being brave and having faith, I think. Also it is about how the world is bigger than you think. About how you have more possibilities, options, ways to do things, than you can see upon a casual look. It is also about the Internet, about how it makes the world bigger, how it opens doors that a few years ago would stay forever closed. Finally, it is a story about making great friends. Not that I havent told you it before I have, but not from this point of view. And so: how to make things happen: 1. Wish!! 2. And dream. Its important that you can imagine what you want, even if you cant yet imagine how you can get it. 3. Dont take no for answer. Believe there always is a way to get what you want, its just that you have to find it. 4. Get stubborn! It would be good, for a change. Want to prove to those who say you cant have what you want that they are wrong. 5. Believe it will be fun, it will be great, that nothing will go wrong, that its worth the trouble, etc. Sometimes youll have to be patient, but think that whatever will happen in the end will be, if not the best, good. 6. The best plans are those made as you go along. Dont get disappointed, watch out for the signs and follow them. By this point youre probably laughing at me or shaking your head thinking this is too romantic, too unrealistic or just too nice to be true I went through a lot of my stuff today, half-tidying half-looking for a photograph. And I came along all that, last spring, used to hang on my wall just above my bed; what was the first thing I saw when I woke up and what I stared at when I lied there dreaming, or crying, or talking on the phone, or maybe even making love. A picture of me aged one on a beach; a used bus ticket with random shapes and lines drawn on it (by a boy, in strange coloured ink), reading zozefina and tonight we fly; a similar one with his name on it; a photo he had taken of the port in Prindizi, Italy; a photo a friend of mine had taken in Lisbon; a postcard showing a field of tulips, on the other side of which I had scrawled some Belle and Sebastian lyrics; a page torn out from a magazine, with the picture of an extremely expensive bicycle and some text I had found amazing; a postcard from a painting exhibition, showing random people doing random different things in random different cities round the world at the same time; and, finally, a map of Amsterdam that had been displayed in four different rooms of mine till then. It is surprising -though not completely unintentional- how much this selection of things said about my life then. And one of the things it shouted out was that I wanted to travel it was shouting it out even before I had the chance to realise it. This story is strange magical- and one that changed my life. (I am always saying how Sinister changed my life, how it made my world better how it helped make it the place it should be. There are some nights I want to post love letters to the list. And it deserves it; as Ally Cook once said, maybe for something or someone else, but Im not sure, I think youre wonderful, and so does everyone else. But here is the story of how this happened. Or rather of how it began to happen.) The aforementioned realisation came as I was on the phone to a friend, I think, when he suggested we joined some volunteer work camp thing for a few weeks, since we probably couldnt afford to travel another way. And I found the idea extremely nice. I got excited and we spend some afternoons sitting in patches of grass in various part of the town planning it. And then, within the next four days or something, two things happened: one, my dad without knowing about this offered me money to go on a trip in the summer, as a present; two, my friend started changing his mind about how hed like to spent his holiday. And there was I, suddenly being able to afford to travel around Europe, what we all had been dreaming of with a friend who found it would be too much of an effort, why dont we just go to an island instead? It almost made me shout I hate islands. And a boyfriend saying saying- hed come with me if he could afford it, and at the same time wanting to split up. And practically not much more. And it all felt more and more strange. By the way I had just got a computer, and I had made my first e-friend (through Napster). His name was Michael and he lived outside New York. He probably still does. He stopped writing sometime in July, but as far as I can remember he was sweet and I somehow miss him. I used to write him everyone once in a while and describe the state my life was in, mostly cause I was bored of narrating things to myself. I will quote these emails, not because I cant be bothered to find another way to tell the story well okay partly because I can be bothered to write it again; but mostly because I like how it shows exactly how I looked at these things before and while they were happening. Something I have forgotten now, really. 22nd of June: In my life, things keep getting better and then worse again and so on... it's kind of tiring but then again it's so strange it becomes interesting... It's a strange season... I was supposed to have exams, like from the 6th to 29th June but I don't because the university is closed... why is a long boring story... So I was prepared for studying and I find myself with nothing to do... At a time when everything, I mean most of my relationships and plans, seem to be trying to work out well but fail to do so... However, having a strange faith in god, or in the universe, or in the way things are, I believe that all this is leading somewhere and that somewhere is better than today... Naturally, feeling this way and as everything around me felt stranger and stranger, I ended up asking him if I could visit him. He said yes, but I never did. The ticket was far too expensive, I probably wouldnt get a visa, and my mum said it was too far away. If he was in Europe, it would be okay, my by then- ex boyfriend said, but New York is just too far away. And I got a bit scared, to be honest. I had only talked to him a few times, what did I know about him? But then something happened. Rachel came along, and she was in Europe. In Scotland!! The land of Belle and Sebastian!! And she wasnt scary at all. She seemed to be very much like me to be scary. And she was the first person ever to give me advice that made me feel better instead of worse. 6th of July: Remember when things round here tried to get better but instead got worse? Well they're stuck at worse now... A long sad story... But somewhere far away from here things do want to get better! One day about a week ago I was in the Sinister chat room (people in love with Belle and Sebastian, yes) and I mentioned how bad I felt about breaking up, and a girl called Rachel started a private chat with me, she asked me if I was alright and seemed really upset... This ended up in her inviting me to Dundee, Scotland, and arranging that we'll afterwards go together to the Benicassim festival in Spain! I'm breaking up and still living with my boyfriend who prefers to avoid dealing with the situation, my other flatmates kind of ignores me though he used to be a friend of mine and his girlfriend hates me obviously, I'm fighting and crying most of those days (and also a few days ago I fought with my dad who was drunk and said all kinds of nonsense and my mum who was so tired of that she couldn't talk without starting to shout- but those two are better now). And besides all that, I'm excited and smiling! I'm leaving in less than ten days! For some reason this is the part I always get stuck when I try to tell this story, I dont know what to say next. Should I talk about why and how we decided to do this? About whether we were worried or not? Was it out of desperation or was it something else? Or should I just say we did all that and had great fun and so we decided to do more like that? We just decided to do it. I dont know exactly how, it just happened, I dont know about Rachel but me, I was watching what was going on and participating in it living- without thinking about it. Not without thinking at all, just without questioning everything and judging it using common sense and all that we usually do. I just did whatever felt right. And there was always something that felt right, even though sometimes it took a while to reveal itself. On a train between Barcelona and Benicassim, tired, hungry, excited and sleepy at the same time, Rachel and me told each other a lot of times, in lots of different words: never get disappointed. We had arrived in Barcelona feeling totally lost and not knowing whether we should continue or just spend the night there when we heard the girls standing in front of us talking about Benicassim and decided it was a sign, and got tickets for the last train there. Which by the way was the first train there on that day to have sits free. There were people who had spent the day waiting at the station. We just arrived in time to catch it. And then I turned around to find Rachel wasnt there and thought great, the perfect time to get lost but it turned out she was talking to Vanessa. And this bumping into a Sinisterine in what at the time felt like the middle of nowhere gave us faith I think I dont know in what People sometimes I ask me why do I write keep the faith, what faith? they ask me; and I ask them back if they like Hefner. And if they say the absolutely adore them, then I tell them I have faith god is on my side. Were we worried? Well of course we were. Rachel more than me, I just couldnt afford to be worried. My life was becoming stranger and stranger, in a bad way, every day; I just had to go somewhere else. From the night we decided to do it, in late June, to the day I flew back to Greece in mid-August, I cant remember myself thinking it wont be good, not even once. So yes, in a way it was desperation too, in a way in was naivety too today, I wouldnt agree to go visit I have only talked to on the internet once. But when you and a girl in Dundee had been having similar things happening to you, thinking similar thoughts and dreaming similar dreams, can you call yourself naïve for deciding to go on holiday with her the first night you meet her? Not that we knew that we had been having similar dreams and similar thoughts then. We only suspected it. But when it comes to travelling, wise decisions just seem to make themselves. Plans form themselves and great things just happen. The simple and modest plan that me and Rachel would meet in London for my birthday and spend a few days there was born on the 3rd of January; by the end of the month it included a London picnic, two Belle and Sebastian gigs, and a train ride to Scotland, and it had grown to be 15 days long. It happened like that: Stacey sent us an email saying the Athenian Picnic would probably be postponed. I almost sulked cause it was scheduled for my birthday, but then I decided I was too happy to sulk. Rachel decided she should do something about it and suggested (at a bus stop, while the bus was late) that we met in London for five days around that weekend. I said I probably couldnt afford it, but (when the bus came) went back to her house and found a very cheap ticket from Athens to London (like 25 pounds with the taxes). We watched Martha meet Lawrence Daniel and Frank and where inspired to have a picnic on my birthday. I went back to Greece and told my mum, and all she did was say okay. Mark posted asking for people who turned 21 this year, I replied. He wrote back with weird explanations, from which I gathered he needed someones 21st or 30th birthday in order to book a club for tigermilking. I started bouncing around and wishing it would happen when I was in London. Mark got lazy about it, and I forgot. Belle and Sebastian announced three gigs in the UK, ten days after I was arriving there and while I didnt have a return ticket. I spent a few sleepless nights trying to plan it and find a way to fund it. I concluded that saving hard, begging my mummy and the rest of my nice relatives, and taking advantage of the fact that it was my birthday would do. Or that it had to do anyway. I bought a return ticket for the 5th of April, and train ticket to Edinburgh. Rachel bought me one of the two gig tickets as a birthday present, I bought myself the other one. Then Mark jumped back in telling me he could have Tigermilking on the 23rd, would you be 21 near that date? So I went to the post office and posted a photocopy of my passport to him, in an envelope loaded with stamps. The next day he told me it wasnt on. I sulked, while having a feeling I shouldnt be sulking. He went to Scotland. He came back. He told me it was on. I stopped sulking. Rachel asked me if I ever intended to finish that post. I didnt feel like it, but I had to. So here I am. Rachel tells me to tell you Ill be 21. She also tells I should ask you lots of questions. Would you like to come to Tigermilking? It will be a bit like the birthday party Ive never had. But then it will probably make up for not ever having a birthday party and most my birthdays up to now being quite crap, sniff. We could have had a picnic before hand, follow the tradition, but I like to do things differently. So I think well have a picnic on the 24th. Its a Sunday, twelve days from now and accidentally the day Ill 21. I think well have it at Primrose hill. Because its classic for Sinister (Nicholas), it is a hill (Greg), it has nice view (lots of people), it is near to my house and Im lazy (Paul Field), Im getting curious about it and we can always end up in Pauls house if the weather isnt nice, (me). Hee, not really. So would you like to come? Would you like to email and tell me tell me where people usually meet and what they do in London picnics and where they go when it starts to rain? And finally, would you like to bring me a present? Love and long posts that confuse me, and travelling, and birthdays, Dimitra xx _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: when the pool is crowded, breaststroke becomes literal
by Mark Casarotto 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Ken and Madeleine stirred my thoughts earlier (which is odd, because usually they both stir me somewhere else entirely), mainly through talking about swimming. It's something I actually do in this life-on-pause I seem to have burdened myself with at the moment. Ken was spot on - thoughts of staying afloat/alive predominate, with the occasional "ooh, look at her thighs" and the rather more frequent "bugger, that old man who's paralysed down one side wants to overtake". I also am increasing, by one per day, the number of 20-metre lengths I complete. So keeping count is urgent and key, especially when you get to 55. I also think a great deal about the correct leg action that goes with breaststroke, as I'm not very good at it. Should I suddenly find myself swimming instinctively, I imagine my thoughts turn to thighs once more. Ken also described a 28-year-old as a man, which is perfectly accurate really, but made me start a little. I'm 28 on Saturday, which is ridiculous. How on earth did that happen? What's more ridiculous is that I still view 16-18 as my glory days, which are a full decade away. Now that can't be right. So who's coming to Tigermilking then? Mark xxx NP: the "c" section of my MP3 collection, including Call and Response, Can, Chris Leonard and, erm, Chicago. But mainly Camera Obscura, who make me feel warm and tingly :-) __________________________________________________ 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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