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by frederic.meysonnet＠free.fr 08 Jan '02

08 Jan '02

Hello sinister people I've read on a site (infoconcert.com) that belle and sebastian are going to play in Lyon on march 14. Is it true ? Oh it would be so great ! Would mr robertson or mis katarina confirm ? Fred from france ps hello to lucy alder and pauline shivers +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: what a little moonlight can do
by amy.longcore＠ch.novartis.com 08 Jan '02

08 Jan '02

well, i'm stuck at work for an extra 4 hours tonight, so i figure i've got more than enough time to create yet another sinister post. hooray for extra time on the clock. your miss amy needs the over time money, so stay here she shall! those expecting birthday cards and mix tapes in the mail will just have to wait another day for me to complete my sinister chores, as i'll be sleeping in late tomorrow. (psst, if yr up until 3am michigan time, email me here as i'll be desperately bored, and without a book to read!) awww, kirsten is back from her trip far, far away! i was happy to see her back at #sinister this morning. but, like i told her, i missed her, but realize it's a happier thing to be in front of people rather than in front of a computer. but, of course! i've finally started creating a wee wittle web page to hold all of those questionaires i got from you just before the holidays. i really had every intention of doing something with them right away, but you know how it goes....and now here's another day that i can't get anything done with them. as far as the scrabble goes, i guess we'll have to see if the boys are still making our own special place for it or not. last i heard, it was in the works. you will be kept posted, of course. holy different time zones to deal with tho, batman! a special thank you to those kind-hearted souls who wrote me after my last post. *squeezes and pinches all of you* what can i melt yr hearts wiff today? hmmm. not too damn much. not in much of a storytelling mood, sadly. i'm in a listening mood though. not very condusive to my situation right now, but oh well. today is the kind of day i listen to billie holiday and swoon over no one. just enjoy. i'm glad i'm not swooning tho. the last true swoon i had with someone face to face, was bad. for, they are married. holy shite, i just realized the last time i posted about someone being wanton with me... they were married too! i just draw the sad and desolate marrieds to me, now don't i? this, i'm afraid, is very bad. i didn't kiss this one tho. really, i didn't. i did let them say some things i prolly shouldn't have let them say, but that's where i made it end. right there. tell me nice things about myself, then move on. go away! i can't have you! shooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! this one was a particularly sad case tho, 'cuz, well, i'd been harboring a secret crush on him for going on a year. true. i wouldn't even admit it to myself for a long time. i just really care for this person. simple as that. it was nice to hear them say all the caring words to me that you kinda need to hear...but are afraid to. it brought it all to a head. i didn't quite know what to make of the whole situation. so, i woke up the next morning, had a good cry, moped for a couple of days about how unfair life is, and then carried on. what else can ya do? *sigh* i'm just glad about it now 'cuz i'm amazingly free of the burdensome secret crush. it feels good. told you i wasn't in a storytelling mood, that sounded like a bunch of skipping around bullocks. oh well. better post before i try to make 12 revisions. i'm just a poor fool, but what can i do? rachelamyjackslongcore +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Ribena rip-off!!!
by James Thorniley 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

I had a carton of orange ribena on a motorway service station today and it was CRAP. It cost 79p and I was expecting some ORANGE JUICE, but no, it was bluddy SQUASH in a CARTON. It tasted like Sainsbury's economy, it wasn't even bluddy HIGH JUICE. Ribena is a rip-off, however much you like it - it's just Sainsbury's squash in a carton. You're better off buying the squash from the supermarket and diluting it yourself and putting it in a bottle, honestly. Also I think the company that makes it is cruel to animals or something* so we should be boycotting them anyway. Complaints aside, Belle the kissing dog hit the nail on the head with: > Chocolate does really taste great. Personally, I don't worry myself about my weight, so I've been having a great christmas too! We had a big tin of roses at work and a couple of boxes of celebrations at home, which I gorged myself on. I had a fun time. I went to the bowling thing, carsmile has already done the proper report, and called me a jonny come lately! Well I've thought about it and I don't really have any defense so I'll move on to the obligatory new years eve report... First teenage-y party I've been to since summer and it was indeed fun - it was inside someones barn, which was cold but they had a heater. I got people dancing to the moldy peaches but most people were too busy being cool and taking drugs. We missed new years as well since nobody was really watching the time - someone said "30 seconds left, lets go outside" so we all did and the fireworks were already going.. ooops. If you read this far then you deserve a rolls royce, but you're not going to get one. James xx *I have vague memories of Jen opposing this in a very informed-citizen kind of way, so maybe I'm exaggerating. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Confessions of a Point Guard
by Jason Andreas 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

I can't wait for the Storytelling Soundtrack. It better be damn good though, or I'll be kicking arses. Umm, yes. Have any of you UK Sinister-ites ever searched the web for your namesake on the other side of the Atlantic? Me and my fellow music-nazi Andy did. His namesake is a college hockey player, and mine is a college basketball player. Coincidence or what? Ooh, yes. There are multiple chances for you (Sinister peeps) to meet the strangest man in Glasgow (me) this year (2002)! I shall be here (Folkestone, Kent) from the 24th to the 31st of January this year. And here (New York City!!!!) sometime in Easter. Come one, come all. Doses of Jason action. Or something. I've never travelled out of the UK before. I'm dead scared of flying, me. But I'll be ok after the first time. Whoo! Oh, yeah, Triple H returns to action tonight. Wouldn't it be great if his new theme song was Photo Jenni? - Jase xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: me and her been taking pictures of our obsessions (vomit in here ma'am)
by Ben Apps 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

Hey, Should I confess now that I made Rachel Fruitloop up, and that she's no more real than those other charlatans Rachel OJ and Rachel PY? California!? I wouldn't even know where to start looking. No I couldn't do that. It doesn't feel *real* though. Or rather TOO real, too good, something out of a fairy tale. It shouldn't happen to two shy dorks from opposite sides of the earth. Maybe I'm saying too much. Showing off? I do that. I'm bad enough at showing my feelings in private, so what I'm doing splurting this nonsense to 1500 *strange*rs I don't know. Maybe cos I'm using *her* computer it helps. I don't know. So I'm sorry if I'm rabbitting on about myself. I've read some grate posts in the last few days. Highly accurate reporting back from Monsieur Carsmile. Ken and Kieran posted about football, or Soccer as I call it now. There should be more of this and more playing of SinisterSocba erm Fitba in the coming year! I want to tell Danny Farrell that I hear ya, and I just did. Just take a leap. Robin Stout, whom I would like to say on the record I am NOT stalking, told us things that were both very informative and very puzzling at the same time about record releases and soundtracks and stuff. Is there any further comment from the powers that be? Laura Llew PPPPS'd about leatherclad midgets, and Lesbian obsessed girls and I smiled and Rach slapped me round the head. Speaking of whom, I think she's waiting till I'm outta here to tell you all what a dumb, lame slacker I am. That'll be in about eight hours :( Before then I'm gonna whoop her ass (crumbs what's happenning to me?) at bowling and possibly DDR if we can find it in Hicksville CA, so I can avenge the pasting she gave me on a dartboard yesterday. (There were cries of ARRU's!!! y'know) OK kids Thanks for listening. Returning to base. Roger that. Over. Ben xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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: B&S announce UK gigs!
by M.F. 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

> Punters in the UK may want to take a note of these dates: > > April 1st 2002 Edinburgh Usher Hall > April 2nd 2002 Manchester Apollo > April 3rd 2002 London Brixton Academy I WANT italian tour dates sigh I can't afford again a travel to edinburgh... I've been last summer to t in the park... that's enough... bye Marco +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 quiet night at the Ian's Head
by ian 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

here on my own now, after hours.. the pub is empty. i like it that way. the only light comes from the blinking of the cash register and a small row of fairy lights strung behind the optics. the juke-box has stopped playing and i am savouring the silence. it nuzzles up to me, curling its presence around me - an old friend, rarely encountered, sorely missed. they don't make pubs like this any more. in fact, they never have. the Ian's Head is a curious place to be. usually, it is a haven for the flotsam forgotten by time. you'll see various people you recognise, and many that you feel you know, vaguely, from some guess at an existence that never quite materialised. there's a special seat in the corner for charles aznavour. he only visits occasionally, but everyone knows him by name, and he never has to buy his own drink. cole porter pops in from time to time. visit on karaoke night, and you'll catch him singing "under my skin". but only when he's finished chatting with hermann hesse. these are the quieter nights. on the busy ones, three legged ostriches jostle for position at the bar with hare krishna devotees. the buddha gives an audience at the long central table, surrounded by prophets; priests and prostitutes from all the ages. he never says anything, and they never listen - that's the way they all like it. huge parties of office workers pour in, dancing to whatever songs play in their respective heads, all joining together in a final horrific cacophany. not tonight. the Ian's Head is closed for business. i sit, sipping an orange juice and staring at the string of flashes - green, purple, hexagon, yellow, as they light up one spirit bottle after another, and i try to forget about the ghosts that haunt every room. i'm escaping. you see, last night, i was visited by an angel. yeah, yeah, i know. how very billy graham. but this angel didn't have a special message for me. he didn't want to share the secret of existence, or make me live a righteous life. he wanted to eat my chocolate and surf the internet for porn. ------------------------------------------------- saint peter turned up about half-past-six. i've just got home from work and am preparing to relax with "take it like a man 4 - uncut and extra-long" when i hear a cough from the sofa next to me. a coughing sofa, how odd.... he smiles. he's come as an old-testament prophet. you know the sort - eyes, hair, staff.. the shock of finding such a creature next to one on the sofa whilst one is in the middle of fondling one's special secretness is enough to falter the hardiest of fucknuggets. "oh, don't mind me. where are the maltesers?" i put my special wand of wonder back where it is nice and polite to have it and ask him to use the doorbell next time. "but i'm an angel, we don't need to" "no, you don't need to. but its considered polite not to interrupt a person when they're....when they're......" "when they're fantasising about four-way-sex with a blonde-youth, a saint bernard and a jar of horlicks powder?" he doesn't wait for my reply... "sorry, couldn't make friday, so i decided to come early". he looks down at my wilting pride and joy - "bet you wish you'd done the same" i remind myself that smashing a Minister of God over the head with my bagpuss glass probably isn't a very good idea. it might get broken. "were you this rude to mary?" he looks at me quizzically. "you know, mary, mother of jesus?" remains blank for a minute, and then realisation sets in "oh, HER... sorry, not really my department, that one. the witches and the catholics tend to make more fuss about her and, personally, i tend towards being C of E...... anyway, no, that wasn't me....... that was gabriel. and HE'D have been more likely to join in... ya know, they say she was a virgin when he arrived.... they say nothing about when he left.." i resolve, mentally, to check this allegation should i ever meet gabriel, turn the television off and go to the kitchen to fetch the substandard-balls-of-honeycomb-joy. when i return, my guest has adjourned to the computer, and is looking at www.hot-jocks.com with some distaste. "this isn't really my thing. have you got anything.....different?" "different?" i'm not sure what he means "listen, you can't download anything dodgy on there. i'm not into that sort of thing, and you can get into trouble for-" he's stopped listening, and has evidently found something that pleases him. the screen depicts a young black woman with startlingly red hair (only on her head, mind) licking the nipple of a nubile sylphette who, for some reason, is wearing a nurse's uniform. "really...can't you see this sort of stuff at home...where you're from? i mean, i don't want that sort of thing on my computer, its....erm....." he mutters something about a holy-firewall and is busily entering my credit-card details into www.nanny-nymphettes.com "no, you can't DO that. there's no credit on it. can't you barter with them? offer them a soul or something?.... - not mine. i'm using it" "bartering with souls went out years ago. christopher marlowe pissed all over THAT little game. no self-respecting credit agency would have anything to do with Absolute Reality these days" with a sigh, he closes the site down "haven't you got ANYTHING interesting on here? what's this?" www.jeepster.co.uk - "you won't like that. its a record label. they're quite small and there are a couple of bands that i like that-" too late. he's already ordered himself a t-shirt and is staring, entranced at the screen. "what is this wondrous vision before my eyes?" "stop being sarky. i happen to LIKE that band. she sings with them, and yawns sometimes in the middle of their concerts. look, she may not be perfect, but -" "perfect? PERFECT, MY BOY? SHE IS THE LIGHT THAT MADE THE DARKNESS FEEL. SHE IS THE WHISPER THAT HERALDS THE THUNDERSTORM. SHE IS THE REALITY FOR WHICH I HAVE LONGED. THE PURITY I THOUGHT COULD ONLY COME IN DEATH - ABSOLUTE DEATH, THAT I MAY NEVER EXPERIENCE" "oh...okay then. i suppose she is quite nice, if you like that sort of thing" "who might this raindrop in the desert of existence be?" "err...her name is isobel. isobel campbell. she sings with a band called belle and sebastian. sometimes she plays the cello too. she has a nice voice, but sometimes it goes all whispery and weak and-" "DO NOT PRESUME TO CRITICISE SUCH PERFECTION. where may i find such a creature? you must take me there, and introduce us." "oh. i've never actually met her. i danced quite near her at a festival once, but she didn't look at me. oh, and once i stole some beer and oranges that - oh, never mind about that - i don't know where she lives. try scotland. its a big country, just north of england. quite pretty, so i'm told. although i've only really seen raspberry fields. look, i'll find you an atlas. don't drink the beer, its manky, and don't take the piss out of their-" i am talking to myself. the room is empty. the computer flickers, makes a whirring noise, and shuts down. i turn out the light, and tell myself not to think about things. i just need to lie down for a while, take it easy, perhaps have another tablet. its perfectly normal to imagine you've been visited by extra-terrestrials. fuck, it happens to so MANY people - jimmy carter; roswell; joan of arc. bloody saint teresa of avila was always wibbling on about such experiences. you've got nothing to worry about, ian.. you're perfectly, perfectly, sane. i take a seat, switch the video back on. it doesn't appear to be playing properly. i fiddle with the tracking a little and jeff stryker reappears, only to be replaced by a man with a long beard, a flowing robe, and a staff. a man i recognise from somewhere. "ian... i have gone to seek my destiny in the north of your island. there is one of whom i have dreamed, one who i must find, or dream.... forever. be happy, my friend, and save me some more of those little chocolate-honeycomb thingies" bloody hell, over my BEST porn tape, too. ------------------------------------------------------------------ but now, the bar is empty. and, as i may have mentioned, i like it that way. if this were a joni mitchell song, a bar-maid would walk by in fishnet stockings and a bow-tie and say "drink up now, its getting on time to close". but this is MY head, not joni's, and, for once, i am In Charge. i consider putting "blue" on the jukebox, but the silence is too fine. and then....she's there. she looks around her, fingering her coduroy skirt, chewing her nail, and wearing that familiar expression of perma-boredomn that both pleases and exasperates me. she shuffles over to the bar and fetches herself a babycham. "isobel?" she looks in my direction, but she doesn't see me. she is humming to herself, a tune i should know. it sounds vaguely like "the boogie woogie bugle boy from company b" but it isn't. she calls over, asking who's there. and i don't reply. what do i tell her? be careful, my dear, there's an angel of the lord coming to scotland, entranced with your beauty and convinced you are his destiny. watch out he doesn't descend on you without warning, especially when you're wanking. she'd laugh at me. a clever man once told me 'ridicule is nothing to be scared of'. but i still am unable to live my life according to this wisdom. i slip out of the bar, unnoticed. Ian's head, once again, is no longer mine. as i walk away, the lights go on. the jukebox launches into melody, and i can hear the sound of many people laughing, talking, singing an old, old song "then i saw her face now i'm a believer i couldn't leave her if i tried..." (to be continued, i'm afraid) ian --------------------------------------------------------------------- okay, in a break with ian tradition, time to acknowledge that this is a list and that other people sometimes post too. some of you, indeed are rather fine: kirsten kenyon said: >you're laughing at me... never, dear, we're gaping in amazement, admiration, and perhaps we're a little bit jealous. corduroy boy said the following: >Trailers before Lord of the Rings: Vanilla Sky. Tom Cruise is a pilchard >*but* I only looked up from my popcorn because the first track for the >soundtrack of Vanilla Sky was, methinks, Looper yes, i was shocked by this too. it does seem like a big break for monsieur davide. it may even convince me to see the film (which, from the reviews so far, looks RUBBISH, although one should never trust a reviewer). where from here, i wonder? there's no stopping the man who once talked of watching elvis licking pavements. one day, i suspect he'll be licking pavements himself, and being watched. perhaps being watched by the likes of drew barrymore, brad pitt and judith chalmers. and we'll say - "i saw him when he was NUFFINK. he OWES us" hmmm...there was more i wanted to say, but it escapes me. how you've entertained me over the last couple of weeks, my lovely fluffy friends. how you've made me smile, chortle, laugh. how i guffawed at that satirical goth debate. it could only have been satirical, couldn't it? i mean, people don't say "being a goth is like being gay, you'd never want to do it", or words to that effect, in seriousness, do they? of course, we'd never say that. because that would make us a bunch of... no, no rude words on sinister. you know what i was thinking. have nice nights, people, don't blame it on the moonlight xx ian ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: don't let the walls cave in on you / you can't live on, live on without chu!
by chris perriman 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

hey there sinister, long time no see well many things have passed since my last missive, christmas came and went (thanks to silvia in rome for the lovely sweets, they taste just like the free lollies kids used to get in little chef restaurants, it took me bach to my childhood) new year happened without too much incident - apart from my backwards hangover the next day, i was fine until 2pm when my tummy felt a bit odd, then i got a headache about an hour later, then it all dissapeared at about 4 and i was fine again! my bands gig went fine except i forgot to go into the chorus of one song and didn't notice, i was off in a world of my own. when we started there was two people watching but our friends had got lost and they turned up about halfway through and the place was almost full when we finished but we were on at the ridiculous hour of 8:45 so thats what you get for being first band on. owen the narrow wizard turned up about halfway through and then introduced me to scorpion lager, dead cheap but really tasty, sorted. he should be posting a review in his next post i'm sure. i've seen both harry potter and lord of the rings at the cinema and enjoyed both, now i'm reading the LOTR and bloody hell if its not frickin' huge! 1009 pages then 300 pages of index and appendices, wooh! and i got a picnic hamper with plastic plates, cups and cutlery in it for chrimbo from my aunty, why? coz she's a raving old aunty type person but now at least if i attend any sinister picnics this summer i can at least come prepared. all i need now is a huge tartan blanket like wot you used to get in cars. whoever said that rachel frootloop hadn't posted a huge summary post for ages was right, she must have accumulated enough now. rachel, post again, i need to increase my 'i've been mentioned in a frootloop post' score. its at 4 at the moment and i'm sure others have more. ben apps must be in double figures by now. see y'all later take care Pez* www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records www.drpez.com - Dr Pez, Spain's premier fish doctor (i think) _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Content? Well, I'm quite happy, thanks!
by robin stout 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

Hmm, strange news on the content front... I just read this on the Jeepster site. Maybe you read it too. "Belle & Sebastian are in the studio putting finishing touches to an as yet untitled new album. Due for release in Spring 2002, the album will feature music from Todd Solondz's recent "Storytelling" film." So an "as yet untitled" album which will "feature music from" Storytelling. Maybe I'm reading too much into that but it sounds like a different beast to the "Storytelling soundtrack" we were promised a while back. Mind you, there wasn't much of a soundtrack to speak of. Spring 2002? That's now! R _________________________________________________________________ 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: sherry?
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

so it seems i should feel privileged to have a copy of the elusive CTCL lying on my living room floor along with last week's newspapers, chip wrappers, minidiscs, tissues, ribena cartons etc etc. trendy brighton hipster (ahem) everett true distributes a few through my boyfriend's shop. but i still don't like it much. i agree with the hewitt boy that the mogwai interview was too long - though this would be a minor sin were it not both self-important and arse-licking as well. but i look forward to further reports by carsmiles more knowledgeable than myself. of course there's a certain cheek to me slagging off the music press, since my own journalistic ventures aren't exactly revolutionary or, more importantly, successful. in the case of buzzwords, the words 'back burner' are unfortunately apt. meanwhile, i've just been roped into a new fanzine and have precisely two days to write a couple of thousand scintillating words, in between clearing the rest of my possessions out of my old house and finding space to put everything - including computer and all my 'important writer's research tools' - in my new, much smaller house... help! whine whine. what i really wanted to do was ask a random question in the best sinister style: is offering 'sherry?' in a plummy voice (think uncle monty from withnail and i) when you actually mean 'tea?' derived from anything external, or was it just an odd verbal tic confined to my university friends? i just remembered it the other day and it didn't make any sense to me at all. please confirm whether we were in fact mad. luv archel xxx ps. further commentary on sinister transatlantic shenanigans, please :) ps. further commentary on ANY sinister shenanigans :) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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