G'day, hipsters. I'm still looking for the hidden message in Archel's snowflakes. I'm pretty sure that if you rearrange three flakes, turn it upside down and hold it up to a mirror it spells out "Isobel Campbell is dead" in Arabic. Can anyone verify this? At last, some proper cold! You know, brass monkeys freeze your delicates off cold. With fog. And snow. Beautiful, Bernard. It's enough to make one write to the BBC urging them to show The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe again. Mmmmm, Turkish Delight. Leaky talked about making mobile phones play B&S tunes. If I had a mobile phone (which I don't, because they FRY YOUR BRAIN), the first thing I'd do would be to make it play the theme tune from Terry and June. Do do do do do do do do do do do dooo doo doo. Joooooooon! Lauren:
i hate it when people wear glasses when they dont even need them and are just trying to look cool. that pisses me off!)
Step forward Mr Lowery, you cheatin' varmint. No wonder he's so blummin successful wid the birds. Colleen:
my primate friend turned me on to B&S about uhh hmm a year ago
You have a friend who's a monkey? And he listens to B&S? Are B&S a monkey-friendly band? Do orangutangs swing through the treetops with Sinister on their minidisc players? I mean obviously Looper are monkey-influenced, their album being called Up A Tree and all, but does Struan write songs specifically for gorillas? As most people know, monkeys are traditionally Fleetwood Mac fans, what with Stevie Nicks being a chimpanzee in disguise, so getting them to like fey indie pop is harder than you may think. However I'm willing to believe that B&S could have a "cult monkey" following, and a new generation of monkeys are making Murdoch's mob THEIR band. The next time you see a monkey in the rain forest or down the pub, look very closely at their chests and I'll bet you'll see a B&S badge in amongst the matted hair and parasites. Angel:
I only use silly fake names because my parents named me after a certain cartoon character and that name always comes across as more made up....
It's "The Hooded Claw" Blackwell, isn't it? I really hope so. Jenny H:
actually, my old primary teacher was called Miss Honey, like in Matilda and all that, and she was really nice and lovely and always made sure our milk wasn't warm and things.ok , so i feel a childhood regression coming on......in any case, i'm betting a sweetie necklace and seven shiny glass marbles that he (master mitchell) doesn't look anything like my miss honey....
Well, apart from the girly haircut...(how to commit list suicide in one easy step - try it kids). Martin:
I've decided to invent a new musical genre for the next century. That being: Gangster Indiepop.
Hasn't Harvey Williams being planning to record gangsta rap versions of all the Another Sunny Day records? I believe Hopkins is the expert on this, if only to get him to post again. And he has the opportunity to bang on about Exeter's battling nothing each draw with the might Toffees, if he so chooses. Oh, and The Pixies are still good. Tricky:
Why doesn't Steady Mike win some kind of prize?
I think someone has to invent something that's good enough first. Get to work, people. Rachel T:
and no lee&herring hobby guy ideas!! what was that guy's name?
Simon Quinlag, I think. Drink your weak lemon drink.............now. God, I sound like a student. Shit, I am. Clarke:
The other day I had a Sinister-ish dream. Tim Hopkins was in it. We went to the pub. But then Tim started shouting going "We're not going to this fucking over-crowded commerical pub, let me take you to a real boozer", and he led us to a place where the main attraction was that when you went in, the staff handed you rubber truncheons, and you could beat up as many police-people as you wanted, for the price of a pint!! Crackin'! And one policeman was naked. Urgh. The others were fully uniformed. Honey was there, sneaking peeks.
Which is strange, beacuse that's EXACTLY what happened the last time I was in London. Except Honey wasn't there, unfortunately. Thora Hird was, though. You should see some of the things that woman can do with a rubber truncheon. I ask you. Angel again:
My friends Diana and Debbie were out last night at a little P!O!P! night and they looked like they had fun. Debbie even danced last night.
We are talking about Debbie Spiers here, aren't we? I'm sorry, monkeys listening to Belle & Sebastian I can accept, but you're winding me up with this one. Lucy:
Funny Batter.
Is saying something which is almost rude actually ruder than saying something which is actually rude? Probably. But she also said:
Time to give my digits a rest, methinks. Which is just plain disgusting. Should be ashamed of herself, that one.
Orbitat said, about Snow Patrol:
stay as far away as possible, so you dont get infected with this ugly disease like i did.
Blimey, that's a bit harsh. I've heard bands described as ugly (have you SEEN The Barenaked Ladies?), but a disease is going a bit far. Unless of course they've let horrible rats pee all over the cds before distributing them. If this is the case I apologize and wish you a speedy recovery. Also on The History Of The POP Video was a bout half a second on FunkySeb's historic Moby video appearance, which I saw for the first time. I was duly impressed by the man, especially after missing the spectacle of his dancing abilities at Bowlie. Trousse:
it's been too long since we last heard from Lawrence-out-of-Denim, but I have it on very good authority (ie Tim from Baxendale, who's just been recording in the same studio) that he's about to stun us all with the greatest come-back since Lazarus. Apparently his new band is called Go-Kart Mozart and the forthcoming record includes tributes to Um-Bongo ("they drink it in the Congo") and Wendy James. I can hear Peter Miller salivating from here.
True enough, as I almost bought it today but didn't cos it was about 13 or 14 quid, far too much for a poor person like me to spend on one cd. Instead I spent 24 quid on lots of cheapo second hand stuff, which will probably result in more fun in the long term. However I may purchase Mr Lawrence's album sometime in the future. There's also a rather amusing review in Tag Mag Uncut this month, penned by none other than Bob "he's in St Etienne, you know" Stanley. Lastly, a very happy birthday to Mr Stevie for tomorrow, who's not old, he's just nicely matured like a stinking piece of cheese. May Cliff have mercy on your soul. Goodbye. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+