hmm... that wasn't actually finished... mind you, you might have noticed that. In fact, I wrote most of it last night, decided it wasn't right at all, and was going to go back and edit it. Apparently that was not to be. Annnywayyyy... Perhaps it wasn't an evil machination of the Spiteful Robot-Beast that is Outlook Express, but a subconscious wish on my part to avoid admitting I've not heard any of Struan's new stuff. This is what comes of trying to be a retro bohemian hippy type and not having a television. I want to try and think of something funny to say about that, but fuck knows there isn't anything. So, onto other things, maybe - Amy said...
We're just two months away from Indietracks fest (http://www.indietracks.co.uk). I'm guessing there's a few Sinisterites past and present who will be going so I wondered if there was any interest in arranging a meet up during the weekend...? There's still tickets available from Ticketweb.
And I have to say, I think its a good idea. I know of at least 3 of us that are going and a couple of possibles. It was lovely last year, so if you're vacillating, stop vacillating and come! Is vacillating even a real word? Perhaps I mean "vacuuming". Ken mentioned the ATP PICNIC! Which was GRATE! (ahhh..remember GRATE? use it tomorrow. In a posh meeting. Fuck knows you're all posh now. Yes, I do plan to over-use the word "fuck" in this post. I don't have a current sinister gimmick, so like most people with no imagination I will fucking resort to fucking swearing). Well, okay, it wasn't full-on GRATE, because it was sort of in a sports bar in the middle of a festival, and it disintegrated when Robin went for the LONGEST POO IN THE WORLD and Ken vanished off to go bowling. Robin, I was actually less concerned by your bowel movements than is suggested, and more kind of swept up by the feeling I had all festival, that it was all marvellous, but I just had to BE somewhere and DO something, and couldn't wait for people to defaecate. See... I've probably spelt that wrong. I should have just written "shit". Shit, shit, shit... fuck bugger Anyway, where was I? Yes, it was nice, still, and playing darts was surprisingly fun. Who would have thought it? And hugging Kimya Dawson really was very touching. In a non-sarky, wow-you're-wonderful, this reminds me of the reason I used to like Belle and Sebastian, sort of way. That wasn't part of the picnic, though, but I can only recommend that future picnics do involve bodily contact with rock stars. Ken also talked about getting laid. But then, Ken would. He made a bit of a pun about butt plugs. I want to say something funny about butt plugs, but fuck knows there isn't anything. Why did the butt plug cross the road? Fuck knows. There isn't anything. One side of the road resembles the other. Particularly to a butt-plug It can't see, due to being stuffed up someone's arse. Eric said he was getting laid all the time. Which must make getting on the bus difficult. But then, if you're constantly getting laid, why leave the house? Sod it, that's as good a place to stop writing as anything. I wish you all beautiful sex, or meaningful celibacy. Whatever floats your boat. xx Ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+