Hello fellow Sinisterines! (I feel a well of emotion over me just by lumping myself in with this crowd of virtual mad-cappers!) Well, its been long enough, but I feel nows the time to drop the act of the imposter and reveal the real person that is me for the first time since I was let out of the nursery some months ago. It really is down to Feather Boa, in fact, for giving an honourary 'word-up' to me, yes, Chris F. That's me. I am part of the all-pervading York Sinister Massive, but perhaps 'part' is the wrong word. I would certainly like to identify myself with what I would like to call uber-friendly underground beatniks but as yet I have not had the depth of my convictions to stand up in a dull Stats lecture and say "Yes, that's me with 3...6...9....seconds of light in my cd player- So sue me!" I don't know why I havent done this yet, it would certainly brighten up the dullness of the little foreign man's warblings at the front of room A/TB/056. Maybe the reason I have not fully embraced the YSM is the suffocating malaise I feel sometimes in my current university abode. See, in a Patrick Bateman American Psycho kind of way, I feel like screaming at my corridor mates, some of whom make me want to drill nails into my fingertips [at the best of times]. Their most heinous crime is that they play 'Sting's Greatest Hits' forever in the day, which, if not an oxymoron in itself, does in fact make me want to move to New York after I have heard the soporofic chorus of 'Woah-oah I'm an Englishman in New Yo...ZzzzZzzzZzzZz' for the seventy-third time in one rainy Januray afternoon. Added to this is the fear I have of where to live next year, and with whom? It really is a sixty four million dollar question, the question being "Oh God, do I have to embarrass myself again by asking someone if they would maybe consider thinking about thinking about living with someone like me next year?" And please, no more Sting! I would also like to share with you that thanks to sinister I have discovered two musical gems, the first being Interpol - 'PDA' and the second being Mum- (how does one pronounce that, again? Moom?)'We have a map of the piano' I like to think of both as being calming antidotes to the tales of monsieur Sting. Well, on that happy note, farewell sinsiterines, and thanks once again. I believe its now customary to write some pithy signature by someone like...ooh...i dunno....Traci Lords...or not, so I am gonna have my cake and put two down. Hugs and Fishes, Christoph F, le "If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them." "If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you." Jack Handy (Deep Thoughts) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+