Okay, so I am like, THE NICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. I'm so considerate of other people's well being that I don't hesitate to step in and save a little old lady from being mugged and throw a couple of punches when the assailant starts on me. All hail the Glam Avenger! Single-handedly cleaning up the streets of Hackney. Ahem. I'm so considerate of not offending people, that when I succumb to my guilty pleasure of watching teen movies and I go to a big fuck-off sized cinema to watch "Slap her, She's French" and they assign seats, I sit in my assigned seat. And I stay put. Even when the ticketing office decides to make someone else sit RIGHT NEXT TO ME when there's like, 600 other seats available. No, I stay put as I don't want to appear rude or have them thinking they smell or something. Even though they did. A little. I'm so considerate of not upsetting my "We're so in love" flatmates, that when they start HEAVY PETTING WITH THE DOOR OPEN and their moans begin to echo around the apartment, I don't complain, I simply plug in my headphones and listen to eighties metal. God, I need to be more selfish. So, lately I've been succumbing to geekdom again. It's an on/off love affair that started in primary school when I was the only girl to join the boys' dungeons and dragons club. It lasted two weeks before an overzealous religious parent put a stop to it for devil worshipping purposes. I know, I was confused as well. The point is (was there a point? I'm going for the whole 'post full of digressions and not making much sense' look myself). The point is, after pouting and refusing to play my dreamcast for a few weeks due to major Gum hatred issues, I came back, switched characters and nailed THREE LEVELS in like, five minutes. How much do I rock? Answers on a postcard c/- The Middlesex Hospital Occupational Therapy Department, Mortimer St, London. Presents, love letters and strippergrams are also encouraged. I'll never be an indie purist. I just don't understand it. Justin 'I used to have hair like Leo Sayer' Timberlake is my new pop hero. Now, don't get me wrong here, after the demise of Take That I swore I could never love a boy band again. And, despite occasional dalliances with the Backstreet Boys, I haven't. N*Sync would often amuse me as they managed to become the first ever U.G.L.Y. boy band to succeed in the industry, but their music rarely took me. But hand me some candle wax and call me Mrs Hardwick if Little Michael hasn't completely won me over with his hip pop fabulous solo debut. Honestly, it's four minutes of pure heaven. And the part where he says "Drums!" and the drums come in is divine. It's not terrifically original, but the hook and falsetto notes are fab and it's done with such enthusiasm it should be commended. "You talk to Marianna when you want to know about porn or the Powerpuff Girls." I also know far too much trivia about Press Gang, Bis and the health of Dido's father if you're interested. Speaking of Bis, I was given a cartoon mocking my beloved the other week. Caption reading: Bis Headquarters, 1999. "Hey guys! Maybe instead of rocking, we should suck!" Which is funny, given that I had the pleasure of watching "The Powerpuff Girls - THE MOVIE" last week with Miss Liz Daplyn and Mr Rob Brennan and the end theme tune (written by Bis, natch) which, ordinarily, is a pogo-tastic bubblegum rock ditty, totally SIX FINGERS OF RAWKED OUT! It totally ruled my world. As did the film, which included an opposable thumbs joke that was worth the admission alone. I love Bis. I love the fact that they're electropop and yet completely ignored by the electro poseurs du jour. They're totally hip and completely ostracised and don't give a damn. They're my heroes. So you can understand the sacrifice I made when I skipped their London gig to attend a farewell soiree for Mr Ben Apps who has fled the country in search of wedded bliss with the cutie Miss Rachel Fruitloop. Bless their little cotton socks. Had enough? I have. Next time, amusement and eloquence. Promise. xXx Miss Marianna Longmire. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+