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Sinister: Any Of You Want a Bit Of Irish In You?
by David Moore 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

Hi All, If anyone wanted to hear Belle And Sebastian's 3 guitar attack on Thin Lizzy's The Boys Are Back In Town the Mandela Hall performance of it is available as a Real Audio stream (with The Model) on Radio 1's Session in Northern Ireland page: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/djs/session_nireland/index.shtml I'd feel pretty insulted if they called me "everyone's favourite fops". Well done Mr Anscombe, & thanks. Did Peter "The Rock!" find the object of his lust in time? Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Conclusive Evidence: Struan and Jarvis Cocker are the same person! They _both_ have songs called "I love my..."
by Joe Vester 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

Ian offended me greatly as I take myself _very_ seriously and wear black and have dark hair and pale skin. But I spoil it by having freckles. Anyway, I said being a goth was like being a belle and sebastian fan which _some_ people felt was similar to be being gay in that "you can see where they're coming from and respect them for it, but you wouldn't want to do it yourself".... end goth bit Ian made me laugh, though. Although I think he should know that Saint Peter has stolen his e-mail address There was some talk before I went of how dissappointing the new Pulp album was but I feel it is necessary to oppose this motion, having got the said piece of plastic and aluminium with P U L P written on the cover for christmas. It is lovely and Jarvis has proved to be an even more brilliant person than i had possibly imagined. "Sunrise" is the best song of the year. Yes, including all the Belle and Sebby songs. Because all the ones this year were just not up to scratch really. Robin: LEGAL MAN RAAAAWWWWWQUWAES! I luv it 'special as it was the first B&S thing i ever bought Jason asked about transatlantic namesakes. I found that I there are a load of Vesters living in Salt Lake City, although I do actually have family in massateuchetts (spell?) or somewhere and some distant ancestors from Chicago. So christmas came and went, i got a tierack. yeah, i know, you're all jealous now. I ask you, what the hell do i need a tierack for? I mean, i never wear ties, except to school and I've lost my school tie over the holidays so what on eaaarrrth do i need a tierack for? [grumble grumble moan moan]. So, life goes on and school starts and I got to go to the london boat show because I do sailing as a sport which is a total doss and meant we got to avoid a WHOLE DAY OF SCHOOL. Hahhahahahahaha. And we wandered around the whole place, being given freebies and tons of rubbish by varying companies while we looked at £1.5million motor yauhts, which I still can't spell. I love Simon and Garfunkel! And Pulp! And Muse! And this obscure little band called Belle and Sebastian who you won't have heard of. I also wondered if the sinister world would like to take part in a sunflower growing competition. I don't know if this would meet with approval as I suppose that it just won't appeal to lots of you and also many of you won't have gardens but anybody who has a balcony on their flat (which is where I would grow mine) could enter. This may have been done before as you are all a very twee and imaginative lot so I apologise if that is the case as I have not checked the archives as I am EVIL. Sorry. A bientot mes petits legumes Joe P.S. Sorry to anyone I have offeneded by calling them a small vegtable P.P.S. I was called something today! guess what? Corduroy Boy. I'm sorry, Tom. They did it entirely of their own initiative. I just thought it was funny. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Stuart Murdoch, Nice car!
by ~ boywiththearabstrap 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

It's petty, I know, but on the second of january, I was approaching the SECC (Glasgow, for anyone who doesnt ken, ye ken?)and who should come onto the roundabout at the junction before me? Mr Murdoch, driving the black Ford Granada GXL(or is it GLX) from the "Waking Up To Us" cover. Fantastic, what a splendid automobile! It could have done with a wee bit of a wash though. Loved the driving gloves as well. I was sitting nest to him at the lights at the casino at the bridge and he was gone.In this huge black beast of a car, into pollute the city centre. Tell me, was this the inspiration to the song "I Love My Car"? I know this sounds a bit sad, but, if anyone knows, please humour me. I'm in need of humour now that I've had to go back to work. Thanks _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Feminist snowboard chicks dig me
by JohnnyShred 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

How's about a ski-picnic? I am planning some kind of Euro ski vacation this year. I was leaning towards Zermatt, but I saw in a previous post that Belle and Sebastian might be playing in Lyon, France on March 14. This would be perfect. I'd go for a week, and since my sedentary lifestyle of work and Guiness does not lend itself to being able to snowboard all day, I'd need days off with stuff to do. Relaxing with Belle and Sebastian one night, sipping on Côte Rotie, while some Euro-indie chick massages my tired muscles, and I returning the favor, will probably satisfy just about every fantasy I could safely relate to this list. John +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: i've returned again, only to ask of you...
by frith on the hills 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

i hope that this doesn't find its way as a tremendously misuseful reintroduction to this list, but i must ask of you all to just bare with me... i'm using this list as a service of sorts, in hopes that i might find someone likeminded enough to really spark my interests just like that! okay, what is it you say? i'm in desperate need of a roommate come the end of this month, either in the way of a place to stay, or in the way of a place to go to, or in the way of someone to go somewhere with... i am: 25, male, non-smoker, light drinker, not into drugs, responsible, arty and fairly eccentric... you don't have to be arty or eccentric to be my roommate, but it helps, you also really don't need to be male or 25, those are just my particular statistics. the other stuff is pretty much not something i want to budge on... so, if you're interested, you can learn more about me and see my photos at makeoutclub under "hazygreyeyes" or at my yahoo profile under "frith_on_the_hills". email me if this sounds like a good match to you! i hope to find someone and i hope to do so very soon! cheers, chris _________________________________________________________________ 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: lions
by Rebecca Wright 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

OK, OK i know i've been posting way too much but I read the saddest story in the paper the other day. It was about this lioness who'd adopted a baby oryx, an oryx is like a gazelle only with funnier horns. She looked after it and washed it and cuddled up to it whilst it was asleep (don't know whether that last bit is true but it's in my head now), the lion even let the real mother oryx near the baby in order to feed it. The paper had a photo of the two of them, this huge lion next to this tiny, scared looking fawn. The nature reserve people thought it was 'cause the fawn's markings were similar to a lion cub and the lioness must've been a bit long-sighted. But at the end of the article it said that this big ol' daddy lion just came up and ate the fawn!! The lioness tried her best to protect it but no, he ate it! Moral: all men are evil no matter what the species. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: B&S gig on Radio1
by John Oliver 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

Hello, In case anybody doesn't know the entire Belfast gig is being played on Steve Lamaqs radio1 show on 21st of January, and radio1 stream all their stuff on the net. It was the best gig I've ever been to and you won't recognise B&S doing The Boys Are Back In Town, Laters +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: sparks and bangles
by Kenneth P Y Chu 09 Jan '02

09 Jan '02

Hello, I have always wondered what it would be like if I was very famous, but on the news I heard about someone who become famous, and then born and died before she was supposed to be alive. It was very sad. Certainly not the way I would like to become famous for. I *am* quite ill today, actually. flu virus is getting into my brain my eyes my fingers my bones so I can't really think or see or type or bone today. suppose not much change there. I can become famous for being wealthy, maybe, become rich. But then I don't think I can ever earn enough money. or. use. enough full. stops. Ah well I'll stick with being infamous for talking shite. Robster said: >>There's been an awful lot of very good posts lately. You know who you are.<< Thanks Rob - but hey, give the others credit too their posts can be also quite good sometimes. Someone (was it corduoy boy?) talked about only asking for Looper in non-indie clubs.. does he succeed? I'm intrigued because I wouldn't have thought non-indie club DJs would own music by a little-known drum machine do-dah band... or are looper actually very well known, but I just didn't know? I got out a copy of Street Fighter II the other day just to check again - and yes, Ken and Ryu still say "Adore Ken" when they shoot out fireballs.. maybe I just love myself too much. Can you blame me though? Ken P.S.: Reporting back - went for a drink with a few sinisters last night it was rather nice: drinks, drazzzzzic, greeeasy chicken, girls getting chatted up/shouted at, overflown toilet drainage, discussions, indieviduality, euston station, running for train, watching of departing train, web station, train stations(ssss), honest taxi driver, bed. _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The Dream Life Of Angels
by Saint Peter 08 Jan '02

08 Jan '02

Good afternoon mortals- er, that is fellow listees. My name is Peter. I am an Angel of the Lord, and I live in Heaven. Of which, the less said the better. I am appealing to you for help, information, about a lady I'm told you all admire. Her name? Ms. Isobel Campbell. Perhaps I should explain - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm a very busy man, a very busy man. I have a job, you know. I work for Afterlife Services Plc. I'm an Exterior-Preservation Assistant. I am NOT a security guard. I keep out the riff-raff, the living, and the Minions of Satan. We don't get time to stop. You never know when a demon will attempt to storm the gates. Granted, its been 1500 years since I saw such a creature, but that only means we're due for another visit soon. You can't shut your eyes for a second, and do I get any help? Do I buggery. Find me an assistant, I ask the Big Guy, I need a holiday, but he just laughs, and tells me that I am fulfilling a role which is mine for the rest of Eternity. Easy for him to laugh, he just sits on his arse all day, rolling spliffs with Bob Marley and ogling Marilyn Monroe. I don't take breaks. We don't get time. They come at all hours of the day and night. Of course, since Privatisation in the late 1680s we let them all in. As long as they're dead. Sometimes we're not sure, and the Chief says let 'em in anyway. We had Barbara Cartland in and out several times before she came to stay for good. If you ask me, the place was better without her. Comes up to us, starts complaining about the colour of the sheets - "a lady never sleeps on white sheets. it implies she is hiding something". Over a bloody year later and the stupid mare doesn't realise that the whole POINT of Heaven is that you don't have to hide ANYTHING.. I've already said too much. I'm like this, when I get started. I'm so pushed for time that I don't get chance for hesitation, thinking before speaking. Leave that to the guys that look after the Trappists. Saint Mmm and Saint Nnnn. They used to have proper names, but they haven't spoken for so long that everybody forgot them. You can tell it pisses them off, but that's half the joy of calling them such names. So, yeah, what was I telling you... oh yeah. One day, a kid comes up. Always the worst, the kids, pushing their way in, giving you cheek, no respect for authority. He asks me "what do angels dream of?". Well, I guess you lot think you know the answer...fields of nectar, cavorting with cherubs, beautiful sunrises... well you're WRONG. The truth is, we don't dream about anything at all. Dreams are for the imperfect. And you all seem to love them. We are Officials of God. As such, we embody perfection and need dream of nothing. It gets fucking boring. Anyway, I take a holiday one day. I come down to Earth for the first time in, like 1000 years (there was some talk of a second coming around 1000 time, but we couldn't get the staff to cover the desks upstairs, and, really, the folks around at that time were pretty unhygenic. We didn't want a bunch of smelly peasants clogging up our marble halls. Those days, we could be more selective. We got more RESPECT, you know what I mean. Not like now, when we just don't have time to think.) So, I'm taking this holiday, in a smelly town in England. I go and visit this guy, because he's promised me a few things, and he delivers on some, but reneges on some others, like people do, always letting you down, and he shows me this picture. I don't know why he shows me it, I'm quite happy looking at other things, but he says I have to see it. And, curse me, I look at it. And its a picture of this woman. Who's that, I ask. "oh, its Isobel Campbell" he says "she's beautiful" he says "you should go to Scotland and fall in love with her" Well, I'm not keen. I've got things to do - "I've got things to do", I tell him, but he doesn't listen, and he tells me I have to go and look for her... and, as I travel North, I find myself thinking about this woman, thinking about her face, thinking about her frown, and the way her lips turn down at the edges. And I can't get her out of my head. I'm thinking, thinking, thinking about her, and I can't get her out of my head, and I'm thinking I should go back to Heaven, I don't have time for this...those queues will be mounting up, but I tell myself, Pete, old boy, you've got to go, you've got to find this woman or you'll have the rest of eternity to regret it. And I'm watching the tracks speed past, and I close my eyes, and, for the first time in two thousand years, I can see something other than spiralling shifting fucking eternity. I can see her face. It hangs before me, it haunts me, terrifying in its simplicity. And now, I've woken up. And I've got off the train where the conductor told me - he said "get off the train, or buy a ticket, or I'll have you arrested" and I'm in some place called Arbasomethingorother, and I'm looking for the woman who, I reckon, I love. Cos, if this aint love, why does it feel so good? So, I'm in Scotland, I'm in Love, and I'm lost. And I've not got much time before I get back to the Old Place. Otherwise, I'm in for Eternal Torture in Hell, or whatever the punishment for turning up late is these days. The last guy to do it hasn't been seen around for some time. I reckon they put him in the Ambrosia Stew, but I've got no proof, and you don't go around making accusations in that sort of place, know what I mean? So, I stop the first person I see. We're outside this bus station, I'm standing there, and people are looking at me like I'm some sort of freak, like they've never seen a guy in a robe and sandals before so I shout at them, I say "what's the matter, what you looking at? Never seen a guy in a robe and sandals before?" and they shout back something about it being January, and it being a shame that I haven't got a coat. I finally find this guy that'll talk to me, and I ask him, I say "where's Isobel Campbell?", but he just looks at me weird. You know what he says? He says "the kingdom of God is upon us. Repent thy sin, or suffer in Hell" I say "I don't have any fucking sins, I'm an angel" I tell him that, I tell him "I'm a fucking angel" and he starts shouting at me and quoting the fucking BIBLE. I say "don't give me that shit. I've had that for the past two-thousand years, and right now I could do with a break. Either help me, or fuck off". So he shakes his head, mutters something about the blindness of those who will not see, and walks off. And I want to tell him I can see everything, I can see how he's going to die, but I've been away from The Old Place too long, and I'm losing my Temporal Omnipotence (what's the fucking good of temporal omnipotence anyway, I always ask. Doesn't mean I've got less to do. Give temporal omnipotence to the likes of David and Jonathan - sitting around sucking cock all day long, I haven't got need of it, I don't want to know I'm ALWAYS going to be busy) Yeah, and I'm losing my temporal omnipotence, and I can't see what's going to happen, and I don't know what I'm going to do now. I need to find her. I do, I need to find her soon. And I'm sitting here, in this library, and I've had to pay two POUNDS just for an hour on this thing, I had to steal it from this woman in the lobby, and the librarian is watching me, she's watching me, and she's counting how long I sit here, and I'm thinking fuck off, I could turn you into a warthog if I wanted, but then I remember that I can't do that any more, not till I go back, and I'm not ready to go back. And my time is nearly up, and I don't know what to do, and I need to find her. Isobel Campbell. How do I find her? What do I do WHEN I find her? What do I say to her? Will she be impressed that I'm an angel, or should I lie and say I'm, like, something really glamorous, like a whore or a hustler? What do I wear? Where do I meet her? Am I suffering for a sin? Is this my sin? Is love the first sign of imperfection? I haven't got time to think about such things. I'm a very busy man Help me, Peter (Saint) (of Heaven) Oh, you can just reply to me here. My money shouldn't run out for at least another fifteen or twen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: boy meets girl, boy's mum doesn't like girl, boy's mum gets bitten by rat monkey
by 'Baby face' Bambino 08 Jan '02

08 Jan '02

The boy Tim liked comic books and good movies, looking at trees and girls with green eyes, the taste of white russians and peaches freshly picked and still warm from the sun, the smell of wood being sawn and turf burning on the fire, spooning and feeling that little groove at the bottom of girls backs. He hated pop socks and brothel creepers, french cigarettes and hangovers, football and reality TV, trudging home in the rain in his baggy trousers and trying to get a clean cover on his duvet of a Sunday afternoon. He was saddened that his Christmas vacation had come to an end and that he had to leave his sleepy home town, Omagh to return to the bustling Scottish metropolis that was Aberdeen. He was also dismayed to learn that through holiday shopping and new years eve celebrations, his bank account funds had shrunk more quickly than a Russian dolls stylee T-shirt in a 40 degree wash. It had been a magnificent holiday though, he thought. Apart from Meet Joe Black. It had kicked off especially well with the Belle and Sebastian concert in his old students union in Belfast. Not only had he been reunited with old college friends and sinisterians, Daragh, Ian and Barbara, but he had met the fountain of knowledge and wisdom that was Ian the dirty vicar, the incredibly friendly James, Seamus the Ballybay wookie and the very lovely Louise. His disappointment at not hearing Expectations or Suspicious minds had faded quickly away when the band played The boys are back in town, a song that to him would always mean the coming together of old and dear friends. And it had all been for charity to boot. How wonderful. Tim greatly enjoyed lurking in sinister land, learning about music and movies and although he had been there for near on half a year had yet to introduce himself. Shucks he thought to himself and got to it. *************************************************************************************** 'Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.' from Catch 22 by Joseph Heller (1923-1999) _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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