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Sinister: were you born sideways? did you learn to rotate and hold your spin unafraid?
by lindsey baker 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

hello sinister. dimitra. lovely, lovely posts. i have just gotten around to reading some of the posts in my mailbox this morning, and for some reason i feel like the world has cracked open again and the soft middle is exposed. honesty has a way of being made of both cliched brutality and striking pain, and i feel like almost everyone is breaking ranks and speaking in plain truths rather than guarded half-whispers. everyone except me, that is. dimitra said 'things are never as scary as they seem from a distance,' and i hope this is true. and somehow i know that it is both true and false, simply because it is a statement and a belief here on the dual earth, and so must be both something good and something bad in order for people to grasp any essence of what it means. which is a fancy way, i suppose, of saying that i am worried. about what i always worry about, i guess. love. someone told me last night that i should let myself fall in love with this boy. just let it happen on its natural course, and throw my usual caution to the proverbial wind. nevermind that he is gone now, and shall remain gone for the next four weeks, after which he will return and then something will happen. the pending something is scary. and i am scared now, as i should be and would be, regardless, and, at this point in time, there is a great distance of states and time zones and education and vocabulary and understanding between us. and i have been zero distance away from his face, and i cannot decide if the beauty of it was scarier then or now. i cannot decide if when he returns will be scarier then now, when he is gone. perhaps because of my week and a half disease. a week and a half goes by, smashingly, and then he realizes something, and kisses me goodbye and rides off to the next damsal in the tower down the road. usually, she has an 'ex' before her title, and i realize i was a catalyst for love. just somebody else's love. and so i write to sinister about my woes, and someone takes pity on me and gives me a wee bit of love and support, and i pick up the pieces and glue them back together with elevated language in lengthy paragraphs that indulge me and make me remeber why i love the dictionary more than men some days. it has been one week since he and i met. i am getting scared, now, that whatever it is that scares the boys who have been here, right in front of me, will somehow reveal itself to him, and, because of the distance, become magnified and transmogrified into some thing huge and glaring. and if it isn't over by wednesday, will it be over a week and a half after he gets back? people have told me i am silly. perhaps i am. slightly mental. certainly temperamental. certainly ill. certainly taking pills. i have talked of this song before. now i am trying to decide if i am also blind, and if it is them that will drive me to it, or myself. and i am also left floundering with the idea that maybe being blind is a good thing, as long as i can crochet a long enough chain of yarn to bind my heart beack together in a little while, and still have enough rainbow colors left to make an afghan to throw over my shriveled legs as i rock the rest of my life away in my big, drafty, spinster mansion. aside from that. on the opposite side of things. i think. several things have happened to me in the last week. i have learned about discretion, and when to use it and when to throw it, too, to the proverbial wind. i have learned that some things really are more important than classes or proprieties. and both those things, as it were, mean i have learned, too, that when you stop trying to pull and sit frightened, waiting, someone will come and ask you for a light and throw everything off balance, and all the shit that follows is worth those few suspended moments when you realize everything's not lost. (that always was my favorite coldplay song. in my coldplay heyday, that is.) at least i hope that what it's all supposed to mean, what it's all supposed to teach me. i am not being honest. i am not as brave as will (and when i get to scotland, mr. salt, you had better allow me a good whole minute to hug your amazing pig-tailed self) or dimitra or david. i am, instead, selfish. and scared. and small. the distance is a good thing, people say. but these days, i am more concerned with the length of things, and finding something that will sustain indefinitely. or infinitely. the difference, at this point, is moot and most likely pretentious. xxx your lou _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Shite poles are what the plumber holds (REPORTING BACK!)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

This morning when I got up I was quite looking forward to spending my whole working day delivering the best EVER reporting back on my weekend spent in London, but then I got to work and I saw that Dimitra has already created The Mother Of All Reportings Back. So I shall have to downsize and hence this shall be more like A Little Brother Of A Reporting Back - but oooh look with headings and all. Okay... things that happened this weekend: KARAOKE ..was fun, on Friday night at the legendary King of Corsica tavern, which served high quality Fosters (someone even got an "extra value" pint with a suspeciously looking hair floating on top that was dismissed as "an eyebrow" and drunk). Highlights of the evening included: - played darts, and almost rising to Cabbage's challenge of hitting a 132 out shot but fell short on the 2nd dart. - a BIG FAT ROCKER GUY doing a PERFECT (we're talking PERFECT) rendition of THE ACE OF SPADES by motorhead. - actually learning the lyrics to a Shaggy song, and being surprised by the lyrical genius of "Mr Boombastic" behind the mirage of Jibberish-ism. - in tribute to B&S with our own performance of "The boys are back in town" (with backing vocals and all) - drunkenly forming a bowling posse for the Sunday that was to come. I was then expertly led home to safety by the venerable Jeremy Tweedle (pronunced Twed-dle). BREAKFAST WITH BAPPS ..on Saturday morning was also drunkenly organised during the karaoke night, by asking "BEN APPS ARE YOU SURE YOU BE AWAKE AT 8AM TOMORROW FOR BREAKFAST?" and receiving an affirmative reply, therefore after seeing Mr Tweedle (pronounced Twed-dle) off to work I phoned up Apps Ben (Mr. B) a few times and to my surprise there was no replies. Forming quickly an alternative plan of action I located a McDonald's, and then re-luxuriated in a gorgeous Sausage and Egg Muffin which were the highlights of many a University day. Feeling energised after the banquet, I set out on an expedition over the district of camden, and walked from Camden Town to Chalk Farm only to take a tube back to Camden again, and then into Tottenham Court Road to locate an Internet Cafe to kill some time. AFTERNOON FOOTIE AND TEA The eminent Apps Ben (Mr B) arrived shortly after and we set out on another expedition in search of APWATV (a pub with a TV) which we found and which enabled us to watch an exciting FA-Cup tie between Manchester United and Middlesborough, I won't bore any of you with the result. Later on, we enjoyed a very nice cup of tea in a Mansion House in chalk farm. Our waitress of the day, the splendid Miss SGS (pronunced ess gee ess) felt slightly embarassed over serving the wrong type of tea, despite the fact that it was astonishingly well made - so well in fact, that, in enjoyment of the tea we have made Mr Tweedle (pronunced Twed-dle) waited for us at Chalk Farm station slightly longer than we had anticipated. We then ventured into the enchantingly named "Marathon Kebabs" for lunch, great jokes were told, food was eaten, chicken was defleshed. We then went for an enthralling pool tournament at a poncey pub nearby. LATER ON ..we met the resourceful Mr Paul Field (pronunced gin-ger-fox), the glamorous Miss Stacey Shackford (pronunced dah-ling) and last but not least the scintillating Mr Nicholas Passant (pronunced pas-sonnt?) in a establishment that served lager at the generous price of 99p a pint, with a waiter who can describe food like no other waiters can. We spent more money on a "Who wants to be a millionaire?" quiz machine than Apps Ben (Mr B) did on a one hour telephone call with the one-and-only Miss Rachel Fruitloop (pronunced Fruit-loop), whom I also had the pleasure of speaking to for the first time ever, and how charming a lady she was, too! LIVE CONCERT @ BAPPSEY TROTWOOD ..featuring no other than "Apps Ben and co." and "Breams and friends" playing live music on the now renowned 4-string guitar. Several numbers were played, unfortunately only one of the numbers turned up on my National Lottery ticket, but the disappointment of losing out of £6.4 million was quickly nullified by the angelic tones of the two singer-songwriters and a brilliant evening was had. BOWLING ..was scheduled for Sunday afternoon, but was not booked, so in the true spirit of spontaneity we were to meet at Queensway tube station at 3pm and let fate guide our adventures. On our way to Queensway we managed to kidnap a waitress and forced her to come bowling with us against her will, and of course not before demanding a full english breakfast with a cup of tea. Apps Ben (Mr B) demonstrated to me how phone sex worked, I was enlightened. Tea was once again our downfall, as we arrived fashionably late at "Queens Ice Bowl", which was our bowling venue of the day. The actual bowling soon took place after a game of DDR, a pint and a tactical game of pool. During the start of the game we had to politely ask a few mobs to leave our lane so that we could bowl, they refused at first but soon after they left when we threatened to throw bowling balls at their heads. The bowling match was sparkling, the whole arena were stunned by our miraculous bowling techniques, and many live action shots were made. I am glad to have my name cleared of the outlandish claims that I'm "good" by being not good. Apps Ben (Mr B) was stunning in his first game taking it without merely breaking a sweat. And like a true champion, the alluring Mr Mark Cassarotto (pronunced B.G.) arrived late at the scene before unleashing an immaculate 144 points to take trophy for the second game. After which, we had a wonderful guided tour on Queensway, being shown all the sights and public houses, we were almost overwhelmed by the thriving atmosphere. Then, after a brief mosh-pit session to "Smells like teen spirit" by Nirvana we made our way back to the bowling alley to reminisce the great time we had when we last set foot inside "Queens Ice Bowl", before we decided on something else that was to be done that evening. ICE SKATING ..was the answer, masterminded by Mr Tweedle (pronunced Twed-dle), some were unsure, some waivered before but at the end it would seem that everyone had a great time, some looked more graceful on ice than others. Body temperature wasn't the only thing that fell over the evening. There were several attempts of skating a pirouette on ice - none were overly convincing. And fortunately, the only apparent injuries to sinister members of night were a wet bottom, a bruised leg and a broken back, and possibly some battered ego. After breaking my back I decided to join in with Apps Ben (Mr B) and the adorable Miss Marianna Longmire (pronunced mary-ana) in studying the pulling technique of the boy in the middle of the Ice Rink who was "showing" a young girl "some moves". EUSTON STATION ..was where I boarded the train back to Milton Keynes, I took out my diary to record the aventures over the weekend, as I was writing I looked up and I saw that a man has decided to sit down on a seat opposite mine. He looked quite the learned man, since he was reading an obscure novel called "The Lord of the Rings" on the train. That did not trouble me, tho, not as much as the fact that he was holding his book with one hand and regularly repositioning his crotch with the other. I was relieved that he got off at the "Hamel Hampsted" station, I think he was, too. ...which really concluded the fun-packed weekend. And I'm now back at work with a broken back. In true copy-cat style I end my reporting back of the day with a quote.. Dimitra's mum said: "that's how life is, holidays end sometime" It's true. weekends end sometime too, the good thing is the next one is 5 days away. Wahey. Weekends and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: ooopppsssss!!!!!
by Hannah Brown 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

warning, terrible list abuse, promise i wont do this again. hannah is a silly sausage and sent a crush to the wrong adddress. I have gone a lovely shade of purple now, sorry, i just thought he (you) sounded sweet, oh dear, i am all embarrassed and feel very stupid. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: crush
by Hannah Brown 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

crush rineue dangerous_mike(a)hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: denmark gigs ...
by Katrina House 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

... are actually on sale today - sorry we were misinformed. http://www.billetnet.dk/event.jhtml?event=7992 cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop(a)banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: its my life...
by idleberry 28 Jan '02

28 Jan '02

hello there, Its been a while for me, a while since my last post. I can't remember exactly when it was, but I remember how it felt. You know, sometimes, it just felt like I couldn't stop talking. And well, I couldn't. But then I went into this quiet zone, this moment of quietness. And now I'm trying to crack back out of it. A few things been going on in my little world. Boyfriend was given an electric accoustic guitar for christmas by me. Boyfriend gave me a minidisk player. Been busy writing as well. My story. I've finished the first nook of stuff.. a notebook of writing. I need to finish the second then I can start working on it more, when I know what it is about. I had an idea for it yesterday, when me and Mark were sitting in a queue of traffic, driving along Maryhill Road, around lunchtime, in the rain, and listening to music. I was just being quiet, but having a moment of thought. I like those moments. I get good stuff out of them. It was a tragic piece as well, and I'm trying to think how to incorporate it into the story. Theres no sex. In my story, I mean. I refuse to incorporate sex into it. I'd rather make it interesting in other ways than through smutty gratification. I'd rather leave the sex/relationships/handsome 21st century prince sweeping girls off their feet to Bridget Jones style novels. My heroine doesn't need a 21st century prince, she only needs her guitar. And her record player. I've been really busy with work.. I've been sleeping pretty eratically recently, on the grounds that I've been working lots. I come home, and fall asleep in the evening. I haven't watched Eastenders for three weeks. Then I go to work the next morning. But I don't mind. Not yet at least. And at work, I've not had the chances to get away with writing to you as often as I used to. I hope you can forgive me, but I have been busy. Hmm. I'd better go now, I think I need a walk. Love, Idles. (sorry this was "hey, heres my life.." but I couldn't think of anything more interesting to talk about apart from me. ) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.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: dad fetch it.
by Richard Gillanders 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

idleberry just said: "(sorry this was "hey, heres my life.." but I couldn't think of anything more interesting to talk about apart from me. )" I know how. how it. is. heer gowz. ... I said to someone recently. about how I'm not actually as self-absorbed as I may APPEAR. seem, yeah. I mean. I don't, like, think: everything is about me. I don't. but that I DO kinda think: why ISN'T IT? y'know. they seemed to like it too. as if they knew what it was for meaning. another someone suggested I be gay. perhaps if they had a proper argument. I wouldn't mind one for a change. those packets of sweets named 'revels'. or the sweets themselves. probably. I always thought they were called 'reveals'. since. they were different [weren't they?] different things but that looked the same, were the same [hum?] 'til you had bited them and what they were was REVEALED? I've never had any revels. that's off topic a little. but I've never had one of those either. well. why 'revels'? are they really that good? revelations: not always to be revelled in. <-an opinion I have. dimitra's lots of posts. I liked them. she said some nice things. some about me too. I was bound to like. but perhaps a few too many? don't you think? you know I think you do. but I don't know what you think. I don't know I'd like to. or I don't know; I'd like to. I was going to have part of one of those posts here as a quotation and be making a remark or two on it. one of the bits I liked the most. but I forgot what it was and I cant find it now. and I've looked too. I like them though. she did well. and I am glad she reminded me I saw a fox. I read it and thought she'd got confused. as I do. as she does. well. as I do. then I remembered. real remembering. something I'm not entirely familiar with. not that I can recall. I can't. yeah. that fox. the fox in the middle of the road. its eyes all for reflection. just watching. me stumble onto a pavement. and then it darting under a datsun. I went to that, like, cool national pop league arrangement on friday. it was fun. like it should be. was complimented on a 'combination' I had. I thanked, of course; I'm polite & shit. I can see this isn't as it used to be. I wonder if. if I did this no. well. someone told me that its best not to write long paragraphs here because it means people are less likely to read. the whole thing. I'm all for adapting myself or my things to be more accessible to all. YERRIGHT. I told them I'd do something sometime that was without stops. and they said fine. but short paragraphs. to tell the truth: I was hanging back so as to have someone else to copy; its easier that way. but it seems they might be hanging back too. submission. as the last. at last. there's nothing elsesubmit. this is how it is in my thought. I think I may have confused it. enough. I fail to submit. doing myself damage. making things not as good as they might be. making things more difficulter. eventually. or immediately. I don't ever seem to do any work. I should be doing work now. I should have been doing work for the last few weeks. or the last twenty years. I'm not sure I've ever done work ever. worked. but I usually end up with work. that is done. but not as a result of any actual doing. my. but because time has just been allowed to pass. I wonder if this isn't unheard of. I cant imagine it is. work that happens not due to work happening but due to time. passing. is how it seems. is. I hope to be going to the czech republic next month [if nothing else, this is notification for ailsa]. I'll be allowed to go. if I do a lot of work in the next week. a week isn't a long time. really. unless you're somewhere else. butBLAHBLAHBLAHwork must be done. if I'm to go. models and essays. real models in this case. and crap dessaubahaus and architecturetuition fact and opinion recorded. hum. so I haf to rite about theez even tho it isnt liyk itll lern me enything. it mite akchooly stop sum lerning. & shit. as a girl I dont even know once said 'you know what I hate? writing. no, what I really hate is reading. but if theres one thing I hate more than that it's having to read something and then write about it.'. wisdom. I'm a born complainer. and what I really want to be is a borne complainer. in ALL SENSES. or, at least, all of mine. yeah. the national pop league was good. I woke late afternoon. didn't eat for the rest of the daytime. did drink for the rest of the nighttime. I get thirsty. and celebrities. not real ones. ones that are there in my head and in the heads of a couple of others. that you see around. ones that, if they're not looking, you can point at and they may as well be famous. plus others. people will move to glasgow. lots too. juicy lucy [although I'd never really call her that really], the velocity, the dahling, the gingerfox, the passer-by. others too. by some accounts. I could get excited. zoe's mail: I offer only words of support. I hope they help. I could make mention of 'the big lebowski' and of friendtest.com. alas my delayment makes me out of time. as usual. so I wont. any more. I'm all done. it's obvious. BUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZ love, richard. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The greatest post to sinister ever?
by Sam Walton 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

Good afternoon, Sinister. I'm not a lurker. I'm not lurker. "Keep telling yourself you're not a lurker, It'll happen soon"... I think this is now the fourth time I've posted immediately after an Arsenal-Liverpool match, but I'm not going to say much about that except this: YAY!! +++++"Belle and Sebastian... on the radio..."+++++ I thought they were pretty fab, and I have two things to say: 1. B&S: are the new Blur. Yep, that's right, all their songs halve in length when they play them live. 2. In August I reported back that Wandering Alone sounded like the Mavericks, and now everybody can agree with. But despite it being a bit shit, it's damn infectious... But I didn't really write to say that either. I wrote to say that I thought Will's post was the most poignant, touching, incredibly heart-felt post I've read on Sinister, ever. And I mean that. I can't think of another post which has made me stop in my tracks like that. So eloquently put, and such a fucking bold statement. I have a friend who recently told us all that he was transsexual, and so although I can't imagine what Will's going through, I've seen a similar situation before. But yeah, basically I was bowled over by the post. And that's about it. I'm not a lurker, I'm not a lurker, I'm not a lurker... love 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 _________________________________________________________________ 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: Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 14:05:49 -0000
by Zoe's Mail 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

hi all..please ignore my post.. i was really sad and i didn't want to hurt anybody ..just ignore it... please thanks zoe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: under sixty and still searching
by Histrianic＠aol.com 27 Jan '02

27 Jan '02

another ULA from yours truly: This week on my radio show (which I had to switch to "Indie Boys Are Neurotic" from "Smut" because of trustees with rubber plugs), I will only play songs under 60 seconds. If any of you knowledgeable, lovely and overall PERFECT listees know any that are good, please do let me know. Thanks. cheers s P.S. (content coming up..) does belle and sebastian have any songs under a minute??? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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