It was the voice that set her apart. Husky,
Some mails to sinister have been awful long lately. I thought I would do the same, just to make sure that Captain Marvel doesn't read my post. That would never do. It insults him several times, for one thing. For once, though not for the first time, I intend to spend a mail (and I mean Spend - this stuff's expensive) 'replying' to what people have said. I was surprised to see the mysterious 'Astrid' informing us that she was going to write a 'boring' post. I'd thought her incapable of such a thing. And I still do. Don't I? In the event it was so exciting, I received it twice. 'Astrid' mentioned that she was thinking of getting Chu stickers and the like. This feels like one of the worst ideas I have seen in a lifetime of bad ideas. If you can't see why, perhaps you will someday. After a conversation on licensed premises the other night, I was practically, though not theoretically, touched by the mail from Desmond, who followed great chunks of text by thanking my editor for showing him the way home. Yes - touched. I like the name 'Desmond' too. Where did you get it? The Kids these days are so young that they could probably be named after Desmond Lynam. There's a thought. Another is that Desmond must mean 'of the world[s]' or something thereabouts. I noted a poignancy in the way that the farewell from Stout was swiftly followed by one from Narrow. These farewells I find sad: I always cry at, etc. (Content.) Not many beat that of my editor, which I remember to this day. Sabre-tooth tigers and Emile Heskey, mes braves, that kind of thing. See, I remember it to this day, though not yesterday. Stout's and Narrow's could hardly be in that class, but they still bore the innate poignancy of the form. I feel that they will be back. Possibly it will take that ace footballer geezer 'Ben Apps' to run off and drag them back, as he seems to have a yen to do. Lllaura Lllew posted about bookshops. The best bookshops are ones that charge a pound per book, of course. I took my editor in one once, and he found the very book he was looking for. This is true, though it's so improbable I almost think it isn't. It's a good thing I missed that fabulous picnic. This Radio1 lass might have asked me, the pinefox, about Belle&Sebastian, and then where would her 'fans' programme have been? Having missed the picnic, I managed to get to a different park the other day. Water pistols in Knightsbridge, as Joe Strummer used to say in an early draft. I was knocked backwards by the fantastic (I use the word in his 'fantasy' sense) opulence of the district; or if you prefer, the vicinity. I avoided falling into the path of a passing taxi, though, and spent a long time seeking the kids on the grass. It was very Henry Green, tr�s Liz Bowen. I saw a motorbike helmet, which turned out to be wearing Mark Casarotto. I digest, I mean, digress. I also saw the film THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST the other day. Why, asks David Thomson, is there only the one film? He's a point. He praised Dorothy Tutin, who was indeed a succulent gamine; but I still think that the palm for ingenuity and intrigue must go to Joan Greenwood for the way her voice suggested silliness and understanding (a very Wildean combination, maybe) at once. Look, I have found this about her on the www: plummy, sexy. It cut through her essential gentility and made her seem like a woman of the world even when she was playing it innocent. In one of the most memorable cinema quotes, Karel Reisz described her speaking her lines "as if she dimly suspected some hidden menace in them which she can't quite identify".
With glowing skin and cheek-bones to die for, she
It also says, photographed beautifully. Unlike many beautiful actresses she could deliver wonderful performances.
Cor! After watching the film I had to listen to 'Frankly, Mr Shankly' and try to make the connections. I felt it was an Event when Alasdair96 posted the other day. His post was right next to Llew's, too - a double event. I feel that the timehas arrived when I must reply to him.
Happy birthday Sinister! It is today isn't it?
I don't know. Who says?
My girlfriend told me to write this. She also told me to write that she told me to write this.
She told me that you were not into vegetables. But she didn't tell me to write it.
I particularly liked the one that mentioned Ken Chu, however the person who sent it seemed to make an error, as it appeared 131 times in my inbox.
Devastating.
I jest. I always fill in the address last.
So do I. I haven't written it yet. What is it anyway?
Sometimes I don't even know the address.
No. But I know your address. I also know an REM song that says 'Here's my new address'. Is it 'Letter Never Sent'? I like that bridge. We should talk more about old, good REM songs. Like 'Little America' or - darn it, I cannot remember the name of the one I want to mention. Something about a canyon?
LLOYD PORTER
This reminds me - I have often thought that my ideal pop personality, whom I still await, would be the offspring of the producer of 'Sheila Take A Bow' and the author of 'Anything Goes'. With a genetic inheritance like that, she could even be named after Michael Jackson's sister and still be guid, though not necessarily good.
It's at this point that I start to flag. Union blues.
Now, what is Cookie96 saying here? Something about Scotland?
City. Please don't cry.
one might imagine there to be something rather sexy about see-through corduroy pants, but there really isn't. // And she's so wrong. I fear, however,
Something about Kevin Keegan? that it is too late. She is? I think she might be. But why is it too late? And for whom?
What bits of paper?
Bits of paper that I had written on; or printouts of things that I had typed; or old newsprint; and especially, many many pages of the old inky music press. It's all gone.
62? You're over my head again, mon. Geezer. MOTD Year 00, perhaps? I dinnae ken. Could it be that even Chu dinnae Ken?
This is in fact easy: Ally McCoist was born in 1962. October, I think.
I'm afraid most of the time, being a Belle and Sebastian fan.
You sound like Tom Ewing, mon.
I've just completed my life's work, btw. And still I haven't included everything I wanted to. Oh well. It comes in two parts. You have to have the first to understand the second, perhaps, and the other way round. It's all linked, see? It could be called something silly like Secrets Of The Heart. That would be the sub-heading. The real heading would be 1995-2001, The Best Of...
I have only just realized what this means. For a while back there I thought I was going to have to write something about you writing your autobiography, or whether you really think you only have another 22 years to go. I think I started to think your mail was a bit spoky, which is the name of the Velocity Girl's dog. Now I think it must be something else.
I've just filled in the address. It's going to Maryhill.
Now I understand this too - or do I? Jeez - so much for replying 'in public'. Is it true that Calumn Shearer is going to whales? I think he should "delurk" and tell us. A while back I wanted to reply to Peter Miller, but he started talking about paintbrushes and intimidating me. I don't know much about the brush, save that it never figured on old TV show Brush Strokes. I still go by what my old Italian painter-decorator tutor, Signor Duluxoroni, told me: - You gotta rolla with it, you a-gotta no problem. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+