sinister, forgive me if i've missed any breaking news because i haven't quite completed the open - scroll - delete pattern all the way to the top of the pile of posts, those pesky lists took more scrolling than i'd expected. but i'm posting now so that i might have some hope of getting home in time to watch 'as told by ginger.' so i am mainly posting because i had the piss taken over the weekend that the first thing i would do on monday would be to run to sinister and blab all the exciting things that happened. well sometimes proving people right can be just as much fun as proving them wrong. well i'll cut to the chase, i could tell the whole story, but you really wouldn't be interested. the gist is that on friday night ANDY ROURKE - THE BASS PLAYER FROM THE SMITHS CAME ROUND TO MY HOUSE. i was quite excited. can you tell? dammit i've spent two and a half years on this list trying to convince people that i was really cool and now i've blown it, but anyway. somehow we ended up hanging out with him after a club and he came back to ours to play videogames and couldn't seem to get the hang of craxy taxi and i kicked his ass at soul calibur. [at this point it seems fitting to take a moment to mourn the premature demise of the dreamcast] but not to worry because we're getting a gamecube on friday. woohoo! there should be more sinister gaming discussion as i have found that one of the most effective ways to snare and sustain a relationship with today's young men is to develop or feign an interest in computer games. but to return to my story, the funniest thing happened... i had left lying around a copy of the complete works of oscar wilde because i've been studying him at uni. during the course of the evening mr rourke spid this and proceeded to do a really scary impression of morrissey and tell us about how he used to bang on about oscar wilde. thinking back on this it was hillarious, but its also a little sad when you see washed up ex-popstars still revelling in their former glory. unfortunately thats all i can remember, but thats probably for the best as i was quite drunk and almost certainly made a fool of myself. well, thanks to anyone who actually made it to the bottom of the most disjointed post i've ever written and dammit, by the time i get home there'll only be saved by the bell on tv. its nice to have someone to humour me, love and lollipops, fiona. p.s. no-one from around manchester ever pays attention when i make these pleas, but my night, indigo, is at the phoenix tomorrow (tuesday) night and its really good and we play belle and sebastian and everything. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+