i've just been exiled from my own house for 4 days while we got central heating put in. i had a stinking cold the whole time and was really looking forward to coming back and snuggling up to a radiator. but despite dust and general plumber-type shit everywhere, the bloody boiler isn't even working. but hey, it's autumn and i love this season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, although i think john keats was remarkable charitable considering the arrival of cold weather must have been a nightmare for consumptives. i've got really into this indie dream team idea and am currently installing my 16 in a fantasy indie mansion where we will discuss music, literature and fashion while reclining on fantasy indie sofas and eating fantasy crisps. joining me will be: 1. stuart murdoch (b&s) (special responsibility for sweeping floors) 2. pj harvey (solo) (girl) 3. nick drake (solo) (obsolete) 4. stuart david (looper/b&s) 5. jarvis cocker (pulp) 6. stuart staples (tindersticks) 7. thom yorke (radiohead) 8. michael stipe (rem) (foreign) 9. robert forster (go-betweens) (foreign) 10. kate rusby (solo) (girl) 11. joe pernice (pernice bros etc) (foreign) subs 1. anthony harding (hefner/solo) 2. morrissey (smiths/solo) 3. isabel campbell (b&s/gentle waves) (girl) 4. neil hannon (divine comedy) 5. liz fraser (cocteau twins) (girl) this sort of thing beats work any day. caleb mentioned rachels, the neo-classical combo as opposed to the sinister massive. i went to see them in brighton last year and very sweet they were too. slightly soporific, but none the worse for that. will porter, i'll come and work in your library any day. i had a great time when i worked in the library here, spending quiet moments drifting indie-ly along the ancient, rickety balcony which so appropriately housed the poetry collection. also it was hotbed of barely-suppressed sexuality (no, it really was) which is always a bonus. unfortunately i started to get stalked by a homeless guy who would come in and have imaginary conversations with his mother at the payphone before finding a chair and staring at me for hours on end. (echoes of hefner there.) i think we should have a sinister picnic in a library. i dreamed i was in york last night, and got lost trying to find my boyfriend's room in derwent college. not surprising, as he never lived there. strangely, i recall thinking very clearly in the dream: i really should try to meet up with the york massive while i'm here. hope you're all flattered :) luv archel xxx *************************************** archel@iname.com For the best in new writing on the web, visit www.buzzwords.org.uk Contact us on buzzwords@bigfoot.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+