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Sinister: They let Lisa go-go! (belle and sebby on american tv show)
by Lee & Lisa 13 Feb '02

13 Feb '02

Greetings and jumping up and down musically to all of you! Prepare yerselves, there's content (shock! h!O!R!R!O!R! gasp!) afoot... Tonight, on my half birthday mind you!, I was a'watchin' my very own guiltiest of pleasures, the Gilmore Girls (for non US listees or anyone really, it's a sitcom/drama about a 32 yr old single mom w/ a 16 yr old daughter. The daughter's best friend has amazing muscial taste, and the show in general has some of the most amazing and oblique references, musical and otherwise.). When what do my wondering ears happen to hear? Said best friend character (Lane's her name) requests the daughter Rory pick up the "new Belle and Sebastian single" since she's been severely grounded by her strict mama and can't venture out. Rory agrees, and they set up an elaborate ruse whereby the single will be dropped into Lane's bag. During the manuever to deliver the tape, "Legal Man" begins to play!! I was punching my fists in the air and cackling loudly. Happy dancing didst ensue! Last Saturday, my husband and I sojourned to the movie house (where those wacky motion pictures do play) and saw "Storytelling". I am not ashamed to say I whooped and clapped when "our" band's name came up during the credits. I'm afraid the whooping and clapping stopped there, though. I liked "welcome to the dollhouse". I can't abide "happiness" and I'm afraid storytelling falls on the continuum closer to the latter than the former, in terms of my enjoyment. I get annoyed when someone tries so hard to shock me. Sigh. Solondz (the director) might've been trying to say something, but he was barking up my tree rather too loudly. Although, I must say he has kickass taste in soundtrack music! :) I love you all dearly. Thank you for playing. get out of the office and into the sunshine... Lisa from Texas! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 user and abuser of trucks (not really, it just sounds funny)
by Bron 13 Feb '02

13 Feb '02

First post. Meeting people at the door: Hi, nice to meet you! I'm Bronwyn. I go by Bron. I've read all about you people. Walking past the main hall: How did I find this party? Oh, well I have a dear friend who introduced me to Belle and Sebastian a little while ago, and well I've gotten to know them as well...my friend invited me here. I love what you've done with the place! Finding my way into the kitchen: Sure I'll have a little something to drink...have any Tigermilk? Stellar! I'll have some of that then! I meet Lisa: I know you're slightly mental, but I just wish I knew what was going on in your life... What's going on in my life? I'm coming from North Carolina and I don't know where I'm going. Being stuck in the Midwest for school isn't quite doing it for me. I was in China for a few months studying... yeah it was fly. ...Oh don't worry, Lisa, just because you're blind doesn't mean you can't see the world...look with your heart! ...Further into the evening (now drunk with melodies and lyrics, singing loudly---for I'm slightly shy at first, and then by the end I'm somewhat of a social butterfly): "I LOVE MY CAR!" ...oh wait, I don't have a car here at college---only a little pink bike that sounds like a crying rhinos auras when I hit the breaks... oh oh oh dear! (Then the boy with the crimped and overheated hair steps up and saves the day...I don't know how but he does... this is my story :-) The party keeps going but it's my bedtime. I read posts as if they were stories my mom used to read me when I was a young girl before falling asleep. Randomness is art. Inspiration's the drug I simply can't get enough of. To all you Sinisterines, I'm addicted to you. Rawk on. ---Your Mountain Mama Sweetheart X ps. I'll prolly be in northwestern Indiana for the summer (fingers crossed) so all y'all who wanna have a B&S get-together for the Midwest...count me in! I'll spend the summer wastin with you :-* ***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: SillyLorn's 1st Post!!!!!
by Sillylorna＠aol.com 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

well hello there chaps! tis my first post on here and i be all nervous.. Oooooh! What to say? i've been thinking about this for a few days and i came to the following conclusion: sit at the pooter screen and type what i think. so here goes.... *sits for few mins with a blank mind* ok here goes... *stands up whilst looking at the floor* Hi, My names Lorna, I've been in sinister for about 2 weeks now and feel i have a problem. thus being i dont have tickets to the london gig, incidently if anyone has one for sale you know my e-mail ;o) I'm going to the edin gig, standing tickets. woo hooo! canny wait.. ohh gettin goose pimples just thinking bout it! should be fun. i know of a few ppl who are going from sinister so should be cool to see them, perhaps i might even ping rubber bands at them from a safe, hidden distance. remember, SEE, BUT DON'T BE SEEN! Hmm what else to say..... If anyone wants to know stuff bout me, like who i am, you can go to this link: www.geocities.com/sillyscottishchick/pageone ok, this post didn't really say much did it god bless you all for reading this far into my jibberish Lorna aka SillyLorn +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Losing Keys is better than Losing Days or Friends
by Sunny set 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

I was standing outside on a rainy grey day with large yellow leaves falling all around me. Small pink leaves already lay on the ground. Rain was beginning to soak through my coat and onto my skin. I checked my pockets a couple of times before slamming the front door and committing myself to leaving the house. I often find myself checking and rechecking my pockets and purse. Partly because I have tendency to be a bit absent minded but mostly because I have a constant a feeling that Im missing something. The other day I was sitting on the train. Sat opposite me was a strange looking man who I had a feeling could be a little bit like me. I was looking out the window at a grey city. Watching as blood red burnt across the sky seeping into the darkest and greyest of clouds. I tried to hold the image in my head. Scared to forget the tiniest detail of the scene. Beautifully poignant in its fragility. And wondered about the thousands of peoples lives which I was passing. All these peoples lives which I was missing out on. Maybe thats why I check my pockets and purse religiously. Or maybe its just because Im very forgetful. Take Care Rachel PS Does anyone have spare London ticket they want to give/sell to me? _________________________________________________________________ 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: On the menu for today...
by Liz Daplyn 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Cor! What a luvverly bunch of coconuts we all are! Especially people I has bin associating with this unnaturally extended weekend! I am *simply thrilled, honeys* to have been immortalised as a Classy Bird. It's true, goddammit and stuff. -- So anyway, after not _quite_ enough sleep on Friday night, I saddled me little red Peugot burro and headed out from non-sexy Newport on a tangential vector for sexy Milton Keynes, although why I'm not quite sure. Having only got lost once (a nice surprise indeed) I found myself eating nice instant noodles at the abode of Ken (He's Beyond The [Himself] Of Most People) Chu, and forthwith after a short contemplative pause we overloaded the poor burrito with our combined persons and struck out for (Right On) Brighton (Looks A Fright On Drinking All Night. On) where we eventually joined the Bri(ghton)tish S(inister)chool of M(asseev)otoring. In the pub, as has become a scarily expensive habit since. I was so young and innocent once, before ever I glimpsed the baldy pate of Mark (Wet, Stiff and Salty) Casarroto. -- Lots of cool (not to say fecking freezing) activities took place, including righteous booty being kicked at dodgems, and jaws were hauled up from the floor after witnessing Ken's Dazzling DDR Masterclass. I evidently stared offensively at Rob (Handsome) Brennan quite often, for which I don't think I apologised sufficiently (sorry), but it was unintentional and alcohol-fuelled. Luckily he didn't whup my ass for the temerity. Smut was smutted. Drunks were drunker and drunker. Peter (Get) Carter was nearly dead several times, or so we thought. Apologies to those present who I've not the brains to think up insulting middle names for. It's probably for the best, if you think about it really hard. Still, I love you all, unless I don't, in which case I'd still say I loved you right to your face like a scaredy-cat hypocrite. -- Sunday brought Gay Greasy Breakfasting Pleasure (TM), and oh, was it necessary. I followed the stupid trick of drinking loads with the stupider one of waking up after 4 hours' sleep and being unable to regain unconsciousness. Did it again Monday morning, grr. Still, minimalist music was bought and also listened to while wending the merry Oxonian way rather later after sewing up aching sides split with hysterical writhings due to someone taking an hilarious and unwanted paddle. Oh how we shrieked ever-so appealingly. -- Sexalicious Curry. -- Participated in crazy dancing action due to Steve (Ginger) Hewitt's Sussed extravaganza, sans James (Dancing Flapjack - conflation of "dancing hatchback" and "flat cap" - do you see my *genius*?) Danson Hatcher and Ken who went AWOL (indelicately) but WITH Cay (Sweet Sucker) McDermott and other gorgeous types. The Cellar *is* the essence of glamour, dahlinks. -- Not Enough Sleep -- Cap'n Liz's Guided (By Hungover Voices) Tour of Oxford, for the benefit of Ben (Nice Baps, Ma'am) Apps. Finally a use for stuff that clogs up my brainular pores unnecessarily - joy! -- Tea and Toast -- Pub & Pub & Pub: Mondaytime drinking - how decadent, innit. -- Eventually: back to The Cellar for keeping music live hijinks with a shoutily nervous but wonderful Cay, also the very good guitar stylings of Matt (Mediaeval Hair But In A Good Way) Willson. -- Not Enough Sleep -- Culture. But you don't want to hear about that. Also extremely nice sludgy green lentil soup and crusty bread. -- Phew! Marathon for Mammoths or wot! And faulty brain with goldfish memory has blanks in it, so fill 'em in yourselves. As you would anyway, you smutty lot. So it's over and out from me, but I'll not leave without promising to get proper sleep before posting again to relieve you of all this tosh. Liz :x ** I wish I could fly Right up to the sky But I can't - Yes you can! -No I can't. ** _________________________________________________________________ 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: dip your finger in and try my fiscal policies
by Tim Hackett 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Hi. Ages ago (last year now I think) Bapps called me a wanton lurker. I like that, so it seems all wrong that i'm actually writing something cus that might make me a wanton poster, which sounds like someone who has a fetish about pillar boxes. Which i haven't. Honestly. Anyway, being old fashioned and only having access to a telephone at the time, I rang up the 'Belle and Sebastian ticket hotline' to get my tickets for the brixton academy and things are progressing nicely until we come to finalise the deal... them: "that'll be 4.50 for postage" me: "how much? can't you just use a first class stamp?" them: "sorry sir, it's registered next day delivery" me: "and what was the 2 pounds booking fee for then" them: "thats for administration" me: "grumble grumble moan unsubtle sigh of defeat etc. oh go on then" them: "thankyou very much sir, the tickets will be with you in the next 28 days" me: "but you've just screwed me for 4.50 for next day delivery, i want them tomorrow not in 28 days" and so it went on. Now, I don't begrudge Belle and Sebastian their 17.50, but it does seem a bit over the top for wayahead to charge you almost 40 percent of the ticket price just to get your hands on the tickets. Nevermind eh. Has anyone heard anything about support acts yet? I hear that now H from steps has played eat my goal on sm:tv far too many times his diary is almost empty... Gina mentioned Dave Dee's Banana Warehouse, which just needs to be repeated because it is such a good name even if the place is full of over priced junk. Talking of bananas, I went to the banana cabaret on friday night, in london town, which was definitely a good thing (and it's nothing like the banana cabaret in amsterdam before peoples smutty minds go into overdrive). The Treasure Hunt sounds like great fun. Brings back lots of memories of keneth kendall and wincy willis helping a couple of OAP's guide anika rice to the post office to collect their pensions for them... Hope the york sinister massives feet aren't getting too wet. I guess that is why the university have put the hire rates of campus rooms up to 25 squid a night - being on top of the hill it is one place in york thats not going to flood. right then, back to my stone, tim.x This email was bought to you with the letter P and the number 8 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: The View from my Window
by Kieran Devaney 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

The cool kids just walked past my window and went off down Fieldhouse Road. They were carrying their guitars today so I think they're in a band together, I call them the cool kids because they consciously dress like members of The Strokes and, increasingly, they seem to be taking their guitars everywhere they go - there are three of them and one must be the drummer because he doesn't ever carry a guitar, I assume it must be his house they rehearse at. I don't know them at all, and I can only distinguish them because they dress a bit differently from most of the people round here (currently en vogue in Yardley, Birmingham is the 'kev' style of dress, which various different regions also call townies, chavs, neds etc... you know what I mean). Anyway they're probably rehearsing right now, the cool kids that is, no doubt crafting some mean rock 'n' roll in a bedroom in one of the grotty cul de sacs off Fieldhouse Road. As I said, I don't know them at all, but I'm actually on nodding terms with the one I assume to be the drummer - or at least he nodded at me the other day when I was out on one of my wanders, I nodded back of course, a bit puzzled. I suppose he thought I might be a kindred spirit, since I dress a bit like he does, perhaps he wanted empathy or something, there isn't a lot of empathy round here. I think they're probably too cool for me though to be honest, I wonder what they'd think of my record collection - I mean, I've got some Velvet Underground and Pavement records and stuff which they'd probably like, but what they'd make of Plone and Boards of Canada I'm not sure. To be fair to them though, the first time I saw the three of them together I admittedly dismissed them as bandwagon-jumpers, but people who live up Fieldhouse Road can't just afford guitars and crazy hairdos unless they're serious. It looks as though either number 161 or 163 is being put up for sale (i can't tell from just craning my neck and looking up the road - the sign isn't in a very good place, a bloke in a white van parked up there a while ago and put up a Dixons sign - 0121 784 7744 is the number you have to ring for details, or you can go to www.rightmove.co.uk and look up 161 or 163 Blakesley Road Yardley Birmingham. There might even be a picture, but I warn you, it isn't a very nice house. Anyway, the man who came to put up the sign had his kid (I assume) in the van with him, which I thought was quite interesting - the milkman also had his son (again an assumption) in his milk float with him, does anyone get milk from milkmen anymore? It seems to be a dying trade. It's a nice thought though, the son, gives up a precious day of half term frolics to go out with his dad and see what the working world is like, a chance for bonding and learning perhaps. However, when this white van parked up the kid stayed inside while the man went about putting up the sign (I couldn't quite see properly, but it appeared as if he didn't announce his arrival to the occupants of number 161 or 163, whichever it is, he just silently went about his work. What economy of emotions kept the boy inside the van, was it his decision or his dad's? Perhaps the boy had started the day keenly helping, as eager kids do, but he got in the way a bit too much and was banished to the van. Or perhaps the boy, helping eagerly at first soon lost interest and became bored - realising that his dad's job wasn't all he had thought it to be. The way you sort of idolise your dad, especially if your mum doesn't work, just for the way he goes off to work every day, theres something noble and mysterious about it. Then when you get a bit older, and you learn about job hierarchies and salaries and things, and you realise he's as boring and fallible as everyone else. I sometimes feel really sorry for my dad, he dropped out of school when he was 15 and theres something that chips away at the ego when you work all week but still have to have family credit - it's something my rich friends dad's at school don't really have to think about, I think that bothers him a bit too, on parents evenings and things when he chats to the engineers and doctors and things. We're not struggling or anything, I wouldn't be typing to you on this computer if we were but I think it does bother him sometimes. I remember one evening, about two years ago - it was a strange evening to say the least, because my mum was out, and she's never out at that time of day. The rest of us were sitting in the living room watching TV - me, my two brothers, my little sister and my dad. He had told us mum was out shopping "Aren't all the shops shut though now?" "Well... She'll be on her way home now wont she?" "It's getting a bit late though isn't it?" "You know what the buses are like from town at this time of night." His story wasn't exactly watertight, but it didn't really bother us much. Anyway, we were watching this stupid show about surfing, on quality channel eurosport (they were taking a break from ski jumping for an hour or so I presume), and the show was focussing on the senior division of this surfing tournament being held somewhere in Australia. And the surfers participating in it were about my dads age, almost 40, some a bit older and they were being interviewed and typically going on about how good it is to still be able to participate and how much they were enjoying the tournament because nobody was taking it too seriously and all, everything you'd expect them to say. While this was going on, my dad said, to no one in particular: "Imagine doing that, travelling all over the world and doing what you love - a completely different life..." and he broke off. I remember feeling a bit uncomfortable at the time and casting my mind back to the time he used that same phrase "a completely diferent life." on our holiday in Weston Super Mare that year as we were standing on the seafront looking up at the big houses on a foresty hill a bit further up the coast, they all looked out onto the sea. "Imagine living there," he had said "A completely different life.." "Yeah, but it'd be freezing in the winter." my mum had cut in, "yeah" he had agreed. Afer he said that I think I went upstairs to do some homework or something, and a bit later my mum came back and we found out the real reason she had been out - she was pregnant again, we were having another baby. She had been to the doctors to be properly tested and everything. At the time I was naturally a bit flustered by the news, if you've been keeping count you'll realise this would be my parents fifth child, and so it wasn't until later that I made the connection between that and what my dad had said. He obviously knew when he was watching that programme about surfing - the doctor's test was just a formality. I'm not trying to say that he didn't want to have another child (incidentally said child is now born and fine and everything), but just that he sometimes gets tired of it all, and you can hardly blame him for that. I've digressed massively there, but as I watched the boy in the white van, waiting for his dad to put up the for sale sign I could tell that was the last place he wanted to be, he visibly winced as some giggling kids ran past the van. I suppose I felt a bit sorry for him, stuck in that van for whatever reason. But they drove off and whichever house it is is now for sale. In other news, my mum says that she saw the man across the road putting down grass seed the other day (is this the right time of year for grass seed, I don't know), but she thinks she saw him. This isn't that unusual you may be thinking, but the house in question is a bit odd as regards plant life in the front garden, in that there isn't any - not one single thing is growing there. Last summer the man who lives there, and the rest of his family took it upon themselves to remove every trace of the living from the garden, they uprooted a whole long line of hedge, two connifer trees and some scraggly flowers as well as digging up the entire lawn. It was hillarious and completely surreal to watch. One evening in particular they had a barbeque in the garden, and took turns to cut down bits of hedge, this was at about 11pm. The front garden has been bare ever since (as for the back garden, we can only speculate), but I suppose if he's now planting grass seed then there is at least some method to his madness. I'll keep you posted on this, since it's probably the most interesting thing I can see from my bedroom window. If I look over to the right and down the hill I can see ASDA and its neighbour the Tysely Incinerator spewing smoke into the air. It's been downhill for that ASDA ever since Morrison's opened up by the Blues ground - ASDA cola is pretty much the only thing thats worth going there for now. Last summer I tried to draw the view from my bedroom window - my plan was to do a whole series of drawings, but in the same scale so I could make a big panoramic vista. But I couldn't do it justice, there was too much to cram in and even when I was trying my best to be technically accurate with perspective and everything (my drawings are usually not very techinically accurate I have to admit), it still felt as though there were something missing. So I abandoned the idea, though I have recycled a couple of the drawings for my A-level art project this year so the time spent wasn't completely wasted. I've told a fair few people, on the net and in real life about this already so I might as well tell all of you as well, since I think it's an interesting story. A few months ago a few of the people from my school, I wouldn't exactly call them friends of mine - two of them I speak to quite a bit, but the others and I don't really see eye to eye, decided to go on holiday together next summer. This sounded like an excellent idea in principle since it would be between exams finishing and university starting, so it would be a chance for them to perhaps spend the last few weeks they have together bonding and getting to know eachother a bit better. They've been friends for almost seven years. They chose to go to Ibiza which, to put it mildly, sounded like an awful choice, but it's easy to sneer at Ibiza as a vacant and debauched hole, but they might enjoy themselves. Thats what I thought when one of them told me their plans. Fair enough, so they went off and booked the holiday and everything was fine with that until one of them, Paul, decided he didn't want to go anymore... Now, the type of holiday they booked was the sort where if somebody backs out they lose their deposit and the cost of the holiday stays the same, there are no reductions whatsoever if somebody drops out. This left the group with a problem, either Paul had to pay for the holiday even though he didn't want to go anymore, essentially money for nothing, and he had already lost a £110 deposit (also he's under no legal obligation to pay anything - if he did it would be out of the kindness of his heart only) or the other five could split the cost between them, amounting to something like £40 each - or they could work something out in between those two (but again, anything Paul payed would be purely a gesture of friendship). The problem is that Paul, naturally, doesn't want to pay all this money for something he's not going to use, and the others think he should pay because they think he's landed them all with an extra charge to pay, and they don't seem at all prepared to compromise. Remember that they've all been friends for almost seven years, in fact they're quite a self-contained group at school - as a yeargroup the whole year mixes quite a lot inside school and there are few isolated groups or individuals, but these six are one such group. Paul's argument is that the others are planning to spend £50 a day while they're in Ibiza (remember earlier on when I was talking about rich kids, these are such people), and so another £40 wont be that much for them. The others' argument is that Paul agreed to go on the holiday, and even though legally he doesn't have to, he should pay the whole charge. What's interesting is that Paul hasn't really given a reason for not going, he's just said he doesn't think he'll enjoy it, which seems fair enough to me, but the others think that isn't good enough when theres quite a lot of money at stake here. They had quite a big row about this one lunchtime at school, where nothing was resolved, and so the five still going on the holiday have decided that if Paul wont pay then they are going to completely exclude him from the group, sit apart from him in class and at lunchtimes and not talk to him, and they're doing a pretty good job of it so far. It's fascinating to watch really, not only because it's so unusual to see them sitting separately but because essentially the group of five that still want to go on the holiday are putting a price on the friendship, either you pay or you don't get to be friends with us. Poor Paul doesn't know what to do with himself really, though of course you could argue the whole thing is his fault in the first place, but I think they're all acting rather childishly over this and it's sad to see a friendship quantified into so many pounds, when friendship is really meant to go above all that. I'm not sure how it'll all be resolved, and whatever happens neither side will be able to claim victory, because now that a price has been put on the friendship I don't think they'll ever be able to be friends in the same way ever again, not after this - because you have to think, if you were on either side, were they ever really my friend at all? It's odd that quite petty actions in the present can change your perception of people in the past isn't it? But thats what's happening, and in a quite voyeuristic way it's very engaging to watch and try to guess the outcome, but also quite depressing in a way, watching such strong friendships collapse. I could ramble on indefinitely about other things which interest me, but I really must get back to writing about Andy Warhol, he's a fascinating guy, but I need to be careful not to repeat myself too much. Sorry if none of this struck a chord with you, especially if you read it anyway. Keep watching the skies (for birds) - Kieran p.s. apologies to Jesse and Erin who will have heard the holiday story in various versions before. p.p.s. happy pancake day - my brother and I have been doing crap Vic Reeves "I'll squirt tart lemon in your eye!" impersonations all day. It truly is a king among days. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: List abuse: tickets wanted for the Show in Stockholm
by Alexander Bartilson 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

I'm really sorry for this but I'm a bit desperate. Due to me making a huge mistake I only managed to get seating tickets (I really want to have standing tickets) to the show in Stockholm, Sweden so if anyone's got 2 spare Standing tickets that they would be willing to sell to me I would be them forever thankful. If anyone's willing to trade 2 standing tickets for my seating tickets that will do as well. Mail me offline at alexander.bartilson(a)telia.com ///Alexander +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Ease your face in the sea (Brighton Beporting Back)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Hello sinistees, Still drunk from not sleeping for 2 days on Friday evening, I took a train down to London for the start of a pun packed weekend. First was a birthday party in a mansion at Primrose Hill after bumping into msssonner on the streets on Chalk Farm whilst on a wander, and we were then joined by mrbapps for cake and ice cream that was to line our respective stomachs for the atheletics events that was to come soon after. The theme tune was "the rollercoaster ride" during our tube journey on the metropolitan line, after which we arrived at the Betsey Trotwood Stadium, where we joined team Sinister for the Track and Field competitions. The participants seemed to be talented in many disciplines, but I have decided to concentrate on the Shot putts from the bar. In true me fashion, I have foolishly neglected to check the train times for the latest trains and thus hadn't realised that trains don't run at 3am, but thankfully there was more cake to eat and a bouncy carpet to sleep on until the next morning. The next day was a maddening race between the Railtrack Express and the Daplyn Express to reach the utopia that is Ken's House, Milton Keynes. Luckily Railtrack Express won by a narrow margin despite a valiant effort from msldaplyn who probably jumped a few red lights. After a brief tea and lunch and S club 7 watching we set off for the sunny shores of Brighton, which was made in an amazingly good time of only 2 hours, thanks to more expert red light jumping skills, we then attempted to meet the very well spoken msaplayforth through the back alley, but she went down pre-maturely. So we got down and dirty past "Tidy Street", and into a pub where we connected with msrplayforth and the sinister massive that is mrbapps, mscmcdermott, msrwright, mrpcarter, mrmhester, mrmcassarotto, mslalder, mrjdansonhatcher, and mrrbrennen inside a beer tent/garden thing. After drinking, writing insult and reading a book about "Chuckie Shunter" (who appearent has a full load), we set off to an expedition to find booze and then the beach, where we had a fun time shivering at but were soon warmed by the arrival of msmmcneil, mrpfield and mssshackford. We warmed ourselves further later at the arcades by performing some ritual dancing, and earned money from poking Chris Terrant in the eye, whilst mrbapps found himself a nice pork for the stuffing. Later on, there was vehicular carnage as sinisters all drove into each other in a game of dodgems (which, I've been informed is known as "bumper cars" in america), and various other daring acts of bravery with heavy machinaries we set off for the pub, for drinks etc. We also set up an away team who were to scout the land of Brighton for comestibles, there weren't many options, but we eventually found a cafe run by a rather timid, shy man, who had a menu full of gourmet meals with tantalizing names, one such "Bender Grill", underneath which was a warning that read "does not contain bone". After the boning, we returned to the pub and stayed until closing time. We then went back to the Playforth Playhouse - but not before recovering an unconscious sinister, and another casualty who crashed full force into a Volkswagen Polo's crumple-zone. There were further injuries later on, but we were all amazed by Macy Gray's remarkable resilience that enabled her to carry on pulling the cunning stunts despite suffering from mulitple neck injuries. We have proved during that evening that girls are better in snowboarding, as msaplayforth and msrwright came on top of the boys, and we liked that. Much coming and going and ins and outs then went on on the magic sofabed that seems to be able to fit an unlimited amount of people, but then I supposed everyone were very well packaged. Which was when I fell asleep. mrmcassarotto decided that he prefers to be inside a narrow corridor, so that's what he did before we got rudely awaken the next day to the theme tune of the seagulls, singing "ahh ahhh ahh I wanna shit on you" very loudly. Later on, we went into a cafe in Brighton, that is suspeciously called "Buddies", on the napkins there was a silhouette of two well physiqued men holding hands - very tasty - as was the meal. Everyone got thoroughly meated except msaplayforth, who preferred the two veg. It was nearly time to go home, but we wanted one last farewell to the Beautiful Brighton Beach, we waved goodbye to the Brighton Beach, the Brighton Beach said goodbye back with an even bigger wave, and embraced mrmcassarotto. I was so overcome by the emotion I collapsed onto the floor, and was in danger of being suffocated. We then went shopping, for dry clothes, and hats. I was 4 numbers away from winning 20 million pounds in the lottery. We bought/defaced CDs from a record shop, some kissing went on outside the CD store before photos were taken.. and we went drinking coffee/tea/red bull/lemonade and then departed. We slowed headed for our respective destinations as msaplayforth waved goodbye to us from her tenement. msldaplyn and mrbapps and i took the daplyn express back to the sunny shores of oxford-by-sea, as we had our sunday night plans all sussed out, the journey was accompanied by the wonderous sounds of Philip Glass - who made the car journey felt like a car journey, but a good one of those - plus a few other selections that we had purchased from the Brighton CD Store. We went past many great road signs, including one that says "humps for 360 yards", and a sign for a place called "stokenchurch", which has my full name in it - I'm sure the two signs are somehow related. We sang along to songs that reminded us of the wonderful weekend, such as "Ease your feet in the sea" and "I don't love anyone". We finally got to oxford, and after failing to invite two young impressionable college girls into our sex party we proceeded to have sex, although none of us felt anything, so later on we jerked up our senses with possibly THE WORLD'S BEST curry in oxford called (roughly) the Rajmahal, which was brilliant. And we got some mushrooms for free. I formulated the world's greatest plan after curry to take the bus home to Milton Keynes from Oxford, and then drive BACK to Oxford, then go dancing and then drive back for work the next day, unfortunately, by the time I got back home it was very late and there wasn't much time left for dancing had I driven back to Oxford. Apologies to the Oxford massive, although I guess you may probably have had "sussed" that I wasn't gonna be able to make it. My my, wasn't that long. Speaking of which better go and attend to rachel py, she's getting horny. Thanks to everyone I met - I had such a great time - especial thanks to the catering/hotelier services and transport providers, and also mrmcassarotto who selflessly sacrificed his dryness to cheer us up from our hangovers. Too much stuff and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: On the No 4 into town.
by Sam Walton 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Well hello Sinister. Last time I posted, I said "I will not be a lurker. I will not be lurker", but it seems that that's what I'm becoming. Ah well, let's see if this can buck the trend... ***P...P...P...P...POP I...I...I...IDOL*** So yeah, that was fun, wasn't it? "No" I hear you chorus. Well, you're right - it was a bit shit, but like most crap telly, it was quite addictive. I only watched the last two shows, and they were pants, but I still watched them. I'm glad that Will won. Or rather, I'm glad that Gareth didn't win. Sure, the guy's got a stammer or whatever, and I've got nothing against that, but the shameless publicity that he pulled surrounding his stammer, and the way he tried to turn it into some endearing gimmick basically stank, as far as I'm concerned. I've got no problems with people with speech impediments, but he was trying to trade on that fact. It doesn't really matter though, does it? I mean, all of the PopIdol people have got record contracts now, anyway; the only losers in the whole of Pop Idol were the mugs who phoned in and voted... ***STORYTELLING*** I saw this last night, but I didn't pay $9, as somebody else did. It cost me £1.50, and it was money well spent. I'm not really sure how to describe it, but if it were a record, it would be something fantastically impenetrable on Warp Records or Rephlex or something - very carefully created to be *difficult*, but the kind of thing that I would imagine a few people absolutely adoring. I did appreciate (I typed "enjoy" before, but that's not the right word) the way that it imposed nervous silences and made the viewer feel really uncomfortable throughout, and I liked the self-forfilling-prophecy nature of the first story; ie the girl was writing a shitty short-story and the class were ripping it to shreds, but the short-story is actually the story protrayed in the film. I'm not sure if that's justification for making a shite film, but I liked it anyway. The second story was a lot better than the first though - mind you that's not saying much if the first story was deliberately written to be crap. I liked the ending to both stories though. And the song during the credits was cool, too. ***MEETING SINISTERINES IS EASY*** Gina was talking about putting faces to people on the list, and how it takes away a certain anonymity which characterises so much of this lovely place. And I agree with her. But the problem is that it's a temptation too far. It's like when you see a magician do a really cool trick and you really really badly want to know how it's done. The magician tells you that you don't *really* want to know, and then you pester him for the secret. Eventually he caves in, and although it's now cool that you're in on the secret, the magic of the unknown is lost. That's how I see it, anyway. All that said, though, I wouldn't mind being a magician, and to be a magician you have to lose the magic. ***LOW*** I've been getting into Low a lot. I got the "Christmas" EP for Christmas, and I've just bought "Things We Lost In The Fire", which is equally beautiful. But here's the request: What should I buy now? People say that "Secret Name" is the best one, so maybe I should go for that, but any advice would be fab. ***AND THAT'S ABOUT IT*** And that's about it. There was prolly other things I wanted to talk about, but they pass me by at this moment in time. I love you all, I love you all. Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ 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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