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Sinister: Good Books
by davie kerr 28 Feb '05

28 Feb '05

HowDo Peeps? Yup, you guessed, 'tis me, the fella none of you know from the sheer lack of posts due to the fact that i'm a diffident ginger(well, according to my friends anyways) fellow. But since i'm bored and extremely restless i thought i'd drop you all a wee line. firstly lets get the content outta the way. would any of you fine peeps happen to know the running order for the bands at this weeks up and coming tsunami benefit at Glasgows SECC? read in a few articles different commence times and what not so there's a little confusmentizationism goin' on. really lookin forward to this benefit gig and the mad dog 20/20 that will accompany me on the way to the venue. mm mmm mmmmm, mad dog!!! and on a totally unrelated topic..................i was wondering if anyone would be able to recommend some truly grim and depressing novels that would be worth reading? books along the same lines as 'Last Exit to Brooklyn', 'Requiem for a Dream' or similar writers to Hubert Selby Jr. i'm not what you would call an aavid reader, i think high school put me off reading for too many years. the fact that you had to read a book every two weeks just for the sake of reading and then to write a report on the fecker really got on my nipples. i'm currently reading 'Shantaram' by Gregory David Roberts and i'm only a hundred or so pages shy of the end. the book is based on the life of the author at the time when he was australia's most wanted man after a daylight break from a maximum security prison. he ends up in bombay living in the slums and eventually starts working for the mafia doing counterfeiting and gun running and much more. i'd definitely recommend this to anyone who enjoys reading or even if you dont you will after this, that i promise!!!! anyhoos, feel free to email me off list with any suggestions. thanks for your time and for reading if you managed to get this far. take it easy davie 'that's what so illogical about being a smurf, you know. what's the point of living if you dont have a dick?' - donnie darko +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Back in the SECC
by Ailsa Watson 27 Feb '05

27 Feb '05

Ken wanted some reporting back from the Tsunami Benefit gig. I'm a bit out of practice at this here posting malarkey, but here goes... We saw Stuart walking to the gig on his own, which isn't terribly rock and roll. He was dressed as the Dog on Wheels video (black hat, tartan scarf) and striding purposefully through the tunnel that goes from the train station to the SECC. I missed the first bit of the gig, which was Stevie Jackson, Norman Blake, Eddi Reader, Eugene Kelly and "someone else" (Ally Cook really needs to practice his own reporting back skills) singing the Proclaimers' 500 Miles. I heard it from the WH Smith outside the hall where the mister was buying sweeties, it sounded ace. Some bands played, and they were mostly very entertaining. Deacon Blue were, no joke, utterly brilliant. A room full of people belting out Dignity, it just doesn't get any better. If you don't agree, you are wrong. Very wrong indeed. I almost had a tear in my eye, and I haven't had that since the Royal Albert Hall gig. And I was younger and drunker and less cynical then. Mogwai provided the perfect accompaniment to a trip to the bar, and Braithwaite is massively hugely bald and fat. Hahaha. Teenage Fanclub ruined the singalong fun by debuting some new stuff, Travis are hugely entertaining (given the theme of the evening, it was just as well they didn't play Driftwood...), Kevin McDermott now looks like the kind of guy you would avoid in the pub and sounds like a fourth-rate Bob Dylan, the Trash Can Sinatras were, as always, wonderful, Idlewild sound like REM and I didn't like them very much, Eddi Reader was quite entertaining, but I was getting quite drunk by that point (I was ceilidhing a bit, hence drunk), Sharleen Spiteri is very self-indulgent and not very good, Franz Ferdinand rock like you wouldn't believe and are almost as good as their hype, and, er, some other people were on. Gary Lightbody was, um, there. As special guest go, it was as special as getting that bloke who busks the Fields of Athenry outside of Markies on. Not very, then. The build-up he got, you would have thought it would have been someone good. We had been hoping for Ivor Cutler, or maybe Fran and Anna. Ooh, Simon Pegg was there too. And Robbie Coltrane. Just introducing bands, like, but, y'know, proper celebs. Coo. Oh, you want to know about Belle and Sebastian? They played The State I Am In (lovely!), The Boy with the Arab Strap (jaunty!) and I'm A Cuckoo (lovely! jaunty! kept the Radio Two crowd happy!). That was it! EXCEPT FOR THE MOMENT WHICH WAS THE BEST THING OF THE WHOLE NIGHT. Given that it was being filmed, there were two big screens up at the side of the stage showing footage from the stage. And they had a huge close-up of Richard gurning which was the funniest thing ever. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe you had to be party to many conversations which reflect on the similarity of Richard's face while drumming to that of a man trying to oust a particularly unpleasant poo. Whatever, this was the face projected onto a huge TV screen in front of me, and the end of my ability to watch the rest of the gig, given that I was bent over double and gasping for air. I hope they showed it on the telly. Er, that was about it then. I hope you are all praying for Edwyn Collins. It's because of people like him that people like us have people like Belle and Sebastian. Kind of, anyway. It's all connected, and he's a hero of mine, and I don't have too many of them left these days. Ailsa 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: fresh out
by Lisa 25 Feb '05

25 Feb '05

first post... what to say... hmm. i was on this list sometime ago, but dropped off...began dating a fellow listee (how quaint). now, four years later, i've decided to join again, but with considerably less vigour. i enjoy reading the posts. they're comforting and witty, though fewer and more far between than i remember. they make me miss real mail. letters from far out of this country, based on quality music and idle meanderings...the idea of that kind of sentimentalitity has had overwhelming appeal lately. the kind of appeal people doze off to. hm. pretty poor first post. perahps you'll excuse it. -l +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: pretty in pink
by Hugo Johan <12813249＠sun.ac.za> 25 Feb '05

25 Feb '05

dearest sinister how are you all today? (especially you, stefano: are you feeling better yet? hang in there: spring is almost here!) *like a 10-year old pretending summer isn't really ending* well, for most of you anyway! here summer is just ever-so-faintly starting to lose its grip - nothing more than slight chillyness at night - and i am happy happy happy because autumn is my favouritest season of all - bring it on, i say! and it somehow makes me want to hang onto the last days of summer a little bit more too - though it's been terribly hot and dry and i don't like summer at all - but then there is something to be said for endless sunny days, too! *maggie may on the jukebox fading to okay* what makes me happiest of all though, is that i've rediscovered the joy of the crush! oh, does it make me feel like a schoolboy again (well, no, not really, because i went to an all-boys school and so didn't really HAVE all that many schoolboy crushes, but you know what i mean, right? and i am happily regressing. and just went in to buy a record just because it has the unplugged version of maggie may on it - which has to be THE nostalgic-for-high-school-crush song doesn't it? and i know rod stewart is supposed to be gross and stuff, but i can't help loving it. even the video, where he and ron wood seem SO delighted to be playing together again. well, it makes me happy and you can't knock that! so... crushes, hey? what's up with that? well, for one thing, having had a rough time with relationships recently i don't really feel up to that - but it's so nice to know there're are some people out there who just seem perfect, and makes you happy every time you see them or think about them - without feeling how fragile it is. there's one girl around specifically - we dated a few times, i fell head-over-heels, she didn't and we don't really talk anymore, but she's so perfect that's fine. it feels like my whole world's changed just because i know there's someone like her in it, regardless of whether i even hang out with her or not. and THAT'S the beauty of a crush! i think i've had a crush on you for YEARS sinister - i've kept my distance; you've kept your promise... i think it's also related to my rediscovery of a deep-seated love for baby-pink. everything form falling half in love with every girl i see wearing just a smidgeon, to gulping down taramasalata, mostly due to its wonderful colour! *fox in the home* i was also thinking about you when i read this little article in the newspaper about how scientists (why is it that scientists always seem to have all the fun? though i'm sure stefano will set us straight on that...) have bred a race of domesticated foxes suitable for household pets! now, despite being a life-long and confirmed Dog-Person, and despite the fact that some people (and maybe me too!) will think that this is in fact horrible and sad... i WANT a little fox to be my friend! oh, i SO want one! and while we're on the subject of animals... any news on the whereabouts of the poetry parrot? well, just wanted to say hello really! and thanks for everyone who's posted. love to you all! JohaN ps. none of the lucksmiths quotes would have been possible but for dimitra's wonderful tape. thanks (again!) pps. and anders - i WILL still write you properly to say thanks - i promise! i'm just very very bad. but i <HEART> thomas dybdahl, and the kaleidoscope and everything very very much, thanks! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Psychedelic Flu
by s.santabarbara＠qmul.ac.uk 23 Feb '05

23 Feb '05

my dearest Might be I spent too much to long hugging the cryostat as I found myself in bed and couldnt remember precisely how and why Ive heard (and tested) that helium makes you speak like Donald Duck but Ive never knew it can cause hallucinations and other kind of sixties style trip related effects: if so I wouldnt have missed the chance. Getting back to the time I used to be a student, which is now quite a long time ago, ah, yeah, before becoming a sad old git, we used to sniff Ether and other rubbish straight from the solvent bottles, that together with alcohol from the Winchester flask, a sort of Winchester club [drink, not sniff.. no point sniffing alcohol even if is 96%], if you wish, but again the main result was feeling a bit dizzy and generally more stupid than before, which took a bit of effort, pretty much as that special flu feeling or something like that. Disappearing from the lab, right after having se up again the microwave delay line was a geniuses move, by the time I was back it was dismantled again, and someone even borrowed a travelling wave tube amplifier, which, I ensure, is a heavy and massive bit of equipment. But the most disconcerting thing was that absolutely no one had even noticed I didnt show up for essentially an entire week: brilliant! Staying in the house of the research assistant is that much fun ehm well, apparently the exciting event of the week is when people bake same bread well, yes exciting good enough Ill be back soon, not that anyone notice if Im at work or not, which is brilliant, as I can spend the day in the pub and I get paid anyway at the end of the month, which is what I called be a professional student the bad thing is, that the pub over here are shite and the beer is even worst, so whats the point going to pub? Theres not even someone to play 3-7 with, for goodness sake, what is the blissful slacker generation up to? However, in during the flu, Ive been illuminated and sort of discovered how to get rid of it, you need two things apparently, a kind of black sausage, I cant remember how it was called, but I guess something like the infinity element, or so, memory faded away with the secret and the other thing was like a metallic-blue box, kind of an engine starter, and all had to go into an intricate system of pipes and junctions and blots and knots but no clockwork. This is surprising as clockworks and the Nabla operator are quite recurrent in my dreams. that is pretty much all I can dream about gradients, the Jacobian matrix, Chebishev polynomials and the Hermittian operator: thats what it gets when the psychedelic flu is on its way, yeah, not bad, even better than bread. [put the book back on the shelve] Being back home have some slight advantages, one of those is that I can access to my book collection, which is not that wide, but still there are a few volumes I bought when I used to read four books per week and have taken dust till those days. Amongst those was La cognizione del dolore by C.E. Gadda (The recognition of sorrow, I guess it should translated like that, or so). I have read ages ago another book by the same author, Il pasticciaccio brutto di via merulana (An awfull mess in merulana road), which was great, but I havent fully appreciated it, which undoubtedly proves I am a full idiot, if you havent guessed it yet. Gadda is probably one of the most under-rated amongst the modern Italian novelist. Can be because of it extremely unusual way of sentencing and the use of many northern dialectal forms. However, I am northern, and it is extremely funny and fluent to read such a sharp and incredibly powerful book taking shape into a pseudo-colloquial form, that actually makes it flow, and Im absolutely loving it for what it matters so much Im pretty much temped to read it again which is something I havent done (to read a book back to back) in agesmight be Ill find a copy at the airport bookshop, but are not generally that well furbished, well see in the mean time Im still pretty much into the (auto)bibliography of the (in)famous Italian bandit Renato Vallanzasca, a book called Il Fiore del Male (The Flower of Evil, I dont believe is translated): well, you can tell many things of this man, but if I d only had half of his guts, flipping hell once he managed to evade from the noise and distraction of his prison cells [he didnt missed the bus, surely] and came back to set his partners in crime free he was shot in the head but survived somebodys born a policemen someones born as a bank robber ... talking about colloquialism, underrated northern Italian writer, if there was someone to whom a statue should be erected in each main square of any village (together with nick drake, surely) well thats Guido Gozzano. If in high-schools instead of all this rubbish about neo-realism and bla bla bla which has infested our literature would make pupils read la signorina felicita ovvero la felicita [Miss Felicity hence happiness] not the usual five verses, the same one all the time, il suo buon padre in fama di usuraio, which by himself is purely fantastic) but all if it and his blue eyes, ma azzurri dun azzurro di stoviglia ah god knows how to translated it. Ive always been very proud of my poetry collection, and this is one is one of my favourite together with a rather old edition of Palazzeschis poems, which should be nearly original but I got it nth handed and is almost falling to bits (pretty much as his owner, aging is not a bad thing, aging and having done the bugger all of all bugger alls well, yeah! Great!) clof clop cloc cloppete clocchete cloppete chhhhhhl Oh mia povera fonte malata col male che hai finisce lo sai che uccidi me pure oh my poor fountain /the illness youve got/ one day you know/ will kill me/ as well [pseudo-ritmic in English] ah well, the glory, a corridor, a branch of cherry and beneath the name of Torquato Tasso but women come and go talking of Michelangelo and if lady do, so can I. [self crowed with cherry branches pretty much as Napolepon] Together with the pleasure of reading Gadda, Gozzano and Palazzeschi, Ive realised I had totally forgotten how nice it was to play in a real band with other people and crank up the amplifier as loud as possible when one of my friend phoned me up and asked me if I wanted to play a gig with him two days after with a single rehearsal I thought he was a mentalist, but, hey, why not, havent played in damned ages in practise the rehearsal was 24 hours long, which was quite amazing, but understandably as apart from one song, on which I had only played the saw before I didnt have any clue on how to play the other ones not the other member of the band secondly the gig in practise was a hi-school garage party for 10 people, so no much worries of making a whole fuck up, just If I had know I would have avoid to travel 300 km with the equipment, however the joy of using my 60s amp as a preamp for that two mule that are the Sovtek MIG-100 and set it all up pretty much to 11 was quite rewarding, also operating the lakes land branded coffee machine for most of the times made me feel 10 year younger at leastten years ago wasnt any better whatsoever but doesnt really matter I have no clue how it sounded outside. I felt as being in a hi-speed-spin centrifuge of a 90 degree washing run still I wished I had a little bit more volume, but is never enough, is it? An anthological and I suppose absolutely planned bugger all: how could have done it without myself? Anyway we had fun and apart from the people who was there, who were there already, who else would have been interested in the show-case? In fact, I dont know how, but they even liked it, we surely did. And by the way, we rose founds for Associazione Plinio Fernando per la Conservazione della Crudelta Umana, which we felt was a quite a worthwhile charity in fact we played tsunami by sonic youth as a cover. And Il ballo del qua qua as well as, but with the kazoo only. The beer was finished by the time which was the only slightly unpleasant thing of the evening, ignoring a phone call from the police and then from the Carabinieri threatening to bring the whole buck in the local jail, which would have possibly been more comfortable that the sofa I spent the night one. Almost surely, to be frank! Getting close to deadline is not scary, is kind of liberation. I can do pretty much what I like because I do not have to care for consequences, is brilliant! Supercar gattigher was my favourite cartoon when I was something year old how about yours? Ive seen a model of the thing in a second hand shop, but, sugar, it was Sunday and it was closed I nearly assaulted the shop well, a Gattigher with all the five cars, Id say in a 1:24/1:32 scale would have been fully worth it Take care Gira lelica romba il motor Stephano [The Journal of Fucked-up Gourmet] http://ilsantuzzari.splinder.com [Stay Indie get Eaten by Squirrels] http://www.eatenbysquirrels.org +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Tennis: too much love
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.nhs.uk 21 Feb '05

21 Feb '05

Hellol!! That was me saying hello and also laughing out loud at the same time. Last night I fell asleep with the TV on, and in my dream I was The Undertaker from the WWF and I was using this crazy special move on this Mexican guy, the move involved me putting this dude in a headlock, whilst breathing toxic gas out of my mouth that slowly debilitates him. All the while I was bending his neck backwards and slowly breaking it! That was crazy. I woke up just around when it got too gory, and I realised the TV was on and true enough "WWE: No Way Out" was on, with the Mexican guy on it, and also they were talking about The Undertaker. So there you go. Tonight I'm putting on some steamy hot sex video on TV before bed. How is the weather for you guys? Last Thursday lunchtime, I stepped out of the office, and thought it was going to snow. The sky was grey and the temperature was just around freezing, I didn't have a thermometer with me but I could tell it was just at the freezing point, there's this particular chill that feels exactly 0C/32F. Apparently tonight in the UK it's going to start snowing properly because some cold wind will be blowing from mainland Europe, and David Husselhoff isn't going to be touring this week to warm up the icy air with some of his Hoff Heat. So I hope you guys are all wearing your warmest coats, I don't want you to catch a cold. Talking of cold, so who here has gone to see Belle and Sebastian and co. for the charity gig in Glasgow? I look forward to some REPORTING BACK. I'm looking forward particularly to reports of Texas, who said in one interview that they were going to be really showing off at the show, because that's what happens when musicians meet musicians, and I like it when bands are showing off. Last time the Red Bull Dozers played was two Christmases ago in Glasgow, it was against 8 other bands, I think we managed to hit the highest note (please note that this was very literally the Highest Note, rather than the possibly more desirable highest metaphorical, atmospheric, note) of the evening, so that's showing off in one sense, maybe. Anyway, I like writing you guys on Monday mornings, it's an otherwise lonely time. Maybe I'll write you guys again next Monday, but then you know of course there's no guarantee. For those who care about minute details of other people's lives: I just went downstairs to get some breakfast. I was 5 minutes late for the McDonald's breakfast cut-off time, but they still let me have a Double Sausage And Egg McMuffin Meal, except they had run out of hash browns so I had to have fries instead. So the trip was bitter-sweet. Fifteen Love, Ken ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: DV's power of persuasion - The Chalets
by Amy Skelton 19 Feb '05

19 Feb '05

Hello all, Hope everyone is well. Flicking through my Guardian gig guide I noticed The Chalets were on in Manchester tonight. Even though I'm not supposed to go out until after pay day next week (self-imposed ban)* I'm going to have to go and see them really. Many years of hearing how good they are via Sinister. So if you're at The Roadhouse look out for a young lady wearing an upside down Offbeat badge, MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY white bands and deshi anklets and come and say hello! * I didn't even go to the Boro v Bolton football match last week opting for the free activity of walking in the local countryside. Even though I've been in lovely Lancashire for almost four months now I still haven't found people that are in to going to these kinds of gigs. Ah well some fellow real ale aficionados are talking about taking me to one of the Smiths special nights soon. It's a start. You never know I may end up weakening and going to Smile at The Star and Garter after the gig tonight (knowing me I probably will - once I'm out I'm out). The first time I ever went to this was for a B&S aftershow party a few years ago and I am pretty fond of it. Trouble is the last couple of times I've been I've left a bit distressed. Getting chatted up, whilst flattering does make you feel more alienated and lonely when you're boyfriend who you're utterly faithful to is on the other side of the world. Then the nice people you've had normal conversations with earlier in the night think you're a freak for (what they probably see as) randomly crying. I do wear my heart on my sleeve a bit I've learnt it's better than bottling it. Others will just have to deal with it I'm afraid. Dance Therapy - when I'm busy dancing in my flow (and people can't hold a conversation with me) I'm alright. Let's hope I stay chirp, besides great strides are being made towards my boyf and I both being in at least the same country again. Maybe even better than that. Anyway, I have to confess I need to do a big catch up on what's going on in the Sinister world. The last message I read was from Marisa talking about her favourite month of the calender year which was some time ago. I'll probably set some time aside to do some Sini post reading tomorrow. Then I may even do a proper catch up post myself. To those of you I owe individual posts to they should be on their way fairly soon. Hope those of you going to the Tsunami fund gig in Scotland have fun and raise some serious cash. Take care, Amy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 leave the light on, baby
by elle 19 Feb '05

19 Feb '05

So hello again. Thought I'd keep the list going and achieve my New Year Resolution 2003 by mailing once again. Don't really have any content, so hit that delete button NOW! I went Speed Dating on Wednesday. It was fun. But for all the wrong reasons. I went with three friends. We laughed at boring boys. I asked one what he did when he wasn't working and he looked really shocked and told me 'Engineering is my life'. I didn't tick him as a date. Or even a friend. How scary. One guy told me he liked travelling. He cited London as an example of the type of place he enjoyed 'travelling' to. That is ok if you're a Sinisterette living in a place far, far away from London town. I live in Woking. It's a 20 minute train journey to the big village. He didn't like me laughing in his face. I am a horrible person. All in all 10 guys (out of 20) ticked me. I feel slightly sad about that as it suggests I'm attracting the wrong type. I only liked one, and he was about 12. He understood when I said I'd named my cats Ben and Sebastian. He played in the football match after the London gig a few years ago (when was it again?) He had a ticket to see The Killers tonight but wouldn't poison his mate so I could go as well. He was a nice person. I hope to see him here soonish. BabyPaul: the sooner you get in the nursery the sooner you get out. I got Valentine's Card on Tuesday (a day late but who cares). It's the first time I've had one for years. I got really excited. All wobbly tummy and everything. I hoped it was this boy I've been lusting after. I kept the wobbly feelings for three days and then another 'friend' admitted he'd sent a load of 'comedy Valentine Cards'. I could have killed him but didn't as blood is difficult to get out of particularly lovely suede boots. I just got a bit sad. I went out with afore mentioned lovely boy tonight. I sort of knew it was a 'friends' going out, but I'm now gutted that I'm home alone. I hinted as much as I could that I didn't want the evening to end and shouldn't we go back to his for coffee. He didn't bite. I was pretty sure he didn't fancy me. Now I know.I should be pleased that it sorts everything out but I'm gutted. poo poo poo. I'm going to go and answer LOADS of questions on okcupid.com now. That'll find me someone. Been listening to Nick Cave's 'THe lyre of Orpheus'. Fab. Someone wanted a depressing but great book to read: try 'A fine balance'. Outstanding. Moving. Breathtaking. Read it. L x ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.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: If you're seeing Slint mister, go on and email me off-list...er....ATP next weekend!
by CJ Field 18 Feb '05

18 Feb '05

Hello sinèstré Are any of you 1468 cherubs going to All Tomorrow's Parties this next Friday 25th february 2005 the year of our lord? I think there must be more than one! If so, adhere to the subject title and we shall rendre near the swings/ crazy golf/ front of mùm set/ sand dunes/ beersticky floor/ hot-dog stand/ etc etc. say, I went last year and it was pure vybz flava scandalous I thought mis-teeq were gonna play y'know. *thankyou* Christopher Ps. I may have waylaid my upside down badge but I do have a snazzy Dexy's one instead PPS. Hello gillian! PPS. I Veritably hope someone emails, do , do, do. http://www.threegoodsongsandaheroinaddiction.tk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Regional Fans Only
by Heath Gray 18 Feb '05

18 Feb '05

Hello Sinister folk. I am just out of the nursery and excited as hell about it. I am also excited that I was finally able to watch the "Fans Only" DVD. I ordered the damned thing the second I became aware of its existence. The two weeks that passed between the time I sent in my order and the time my precious package arrived seemed to me like a year. I came home for lunch one day and made my daily route to the mailbox. It arrived! I cancelled my appointments set for the afternoon. The rest of the day would be a personal holiday. The disc was in the DVD machine before the tossed packaging hit the floor. Seconds passed. Then a minute. And another. It was clear there was something wrong. Then the error message. "Check Regional Code" I had never heard of regional codes and I had worked in a video rental shop for two years. How could I have remained so ignorant? It didn't matter. They existed anyway and I was not going to get to watch "Fans Only". I tried the other two DVD machines in my house and learned that changing the regional code is not an option. Had the manufacturers not thought that an American might want to watch a foreign DVD in America? I was put off in anger for the rest of the day (and the subsequent two). I held on to this DVD for months. Occasionally, would pull the insert out and look it over like it was a letter from an ex-lover. By now, all of my friends were well aware of how I had been so stupid as to buy a DVD that I had no way of watching. One day fortune smiled upon me. My good pal, Jake, emailed me to tell me that he had discovered how to change the regional settings on his IBook's DVD player. I thought that was great. It was great that he lived five hours away and that I didn't own an IBook. It was nice of him to let me know, nonetheless. Three weeks later I am the proud owner of an IBook and "Fans Only" is great. Hosannah! Also, I am looking for an international pen pal. I want to write to someone on real paper. If you are interested, email heath_v_gray(a)hotmail.com. <3 Heath. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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