Disclaimer: This post will more than likely make usage of MOCK pretentiousness, feel free to discard the MOCK and instead throw things at me, preferably small things. Hello my lovelies, So red knicker day is OVER and i still don't have any reports of the various festivities. Perhaps everyone has overdosed on excitement, redness and err... cheap alcohol. Maybe my hotmails broken, who knows? On saturday i was lucky enough to join with the glasgow sinister Massif to watch Mr Darren Hanlon. He was good, I, unfortunately, was not and left shortly after the gig finished to come home and pretend to study. In keeping with my latest tradition of going for a personality change with each sinister post i have decided after the poor showing of dannyRAWK and the general dismalness of being me that i shall have a go at being VAIN. that's right now i'm dannyGRATE. I may or may not be denim-clad in this incarnation but i sure as hell will be all about me. I still love you all, i just love me more. Actually that's not a little bit true, 'magine it was though... Ink Polaroids? Sorry my camera's broken. Retrospective CULTCHA - I bet you're all excited. Big Brother 3 has long gone now but i read an interview yesterday where winner Kate gave an interview on her new job. She described it as "wicked". Wicked. In the household everything was Wicked, oh that's wicked this is wicked. Sadly this has spilt over into REAL LIFE although not to the levels i first feared. My mother is a lost cause. The scene: I'm sitting in my bedroom outdancing little green men, zapping them and then high kicking or wiggling my butt to show my utter disdain for their poor dancing skills. Otherwise known as dancing my ass off to a very japanese video game. I hear a shout, it is the parental unit. I go down the stairs to be greeted by these words from my mother: "I've made you some lentil soup son, it'll be wicked." Lentil soup. My Mum. Wicked? Yr 'avin' a laff surely. She has also fell in love with this new-fangled e-mail thingymajig she insists on calling t(e)xt(i)ng. It is in her own words, "Wicked!" Wickedness Pervading society! Perhaps we're ripe for a bunch of green aliens with a lot of rhythm to come take us out. Whoot! Study Questions: * Sénorita callaghan is clearly too exotic to be from dreary old ayr? * Angelic Amy Apples is much too nice to be true? * Wicked Schmicked we're all people: Discuss * Stevie (your choice) smells of weewee? *SMUT* B&S prefer GROUPIES to ICE CREAM and JELLY? *SMUT* * I clearly don't get enough sleep: Discuss * Gillanders Esq. is a FUNNY GUY who is here to AMUSE me? it's so true love for all, cake for some pie xxx (i) Applicants must be 18 or over, unstable of mind and willing to travel. If you're like an employee of me then ummm...you're like, NOT ALLOWED (ii) Everyone should hear Lambchops "Your Sunny Fucking Day". Why? Listen and you'll see for yourself. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+