Anybody wanna peanut? Sweet, sweet Andre the Giant. Who is, incidentally, running around the corrirors of the Middlesex Hospital in London. Walking down Tottenham Court Road after work yesterday, I saw an elderly man cycling along one of those marvellous old push bikes. He was wearing a tweed jacket complete with leather patches on the elbows and, most pleasantly, he had a spinning carnival flower on the handlebars that was spinning in the breeze. It was the most beautiful sight I had seen all day and it made me smile. As did those lovely chaps from Sodastream who were recently playing in London. I saw them once, despite being at all three gigs. Damn those alcoholic beverages. So yeas, Sodastream. Were. good. Great in fact. It had been such a long time since I saw them last; I was filled with a strange sense of surrealism as Karl's voice transported me back to Perth. Standing there in the Spitz, I thought I was in the cosy surrounds of the Grosvenor front room with my chums of old, marvelling at the band's brilliance and discussing whether or not Perth had the greatest local bands in the country. The consensus? Yes. Now however, Jebediah, Red Jezebel and Team Jedi aren't rocking my lace socks quite as much as they once did. Bless. Sodastream, on the other hand, inspire me to get all giggly and chat to them drunkenly after the show. Apologies. About a month ago, I moved into a new abode. I like it. Lots. I like the fact there is a chap who lives upstairs and blasts music out of his windows every weekend from 8 in the morning. And surprisingly it's not irritating. Well, not yet. You see, it's an odd assortment of music from '60s soul to S Club &. A few weeks ago on a spectacularly warm Sunday morning, I was walking along the road towards my house and Percy Sledge was his artist of choice. The rays of the sun were streaming down on the footpath and the kids were out palying in the streets - the boys were having a kick about, the girls jumping rope as their braids bounced about. It was a strange moment of joy and for the first time, I felt like London was home. My mood however soon soured as he began playing Annie Lennox. Curses. Faith has been restored though, as the other week saw him playing a collection of Destiny's Child's greatest hits - Jumpin' Jumpin', Survivor, Nasty Girl, Say My Name etc. Bootietastic. There was some talk a while ago about Spearmint. They're playing again on Monday at the Borderline in London. With Saloon. Yay! Spearmint are grand, adn Shirely has a sexellent array of stripey jumpers. Mmm. xx Marianna Ooh, I forgt to mention that Mao is THE GREATEST CARD GAME EVER! _________________________________________________________________ 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@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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+