Dahlinks! For a short week, this one has lasted quite long enough already. But what a grand weekend preceded it! From making people cry with poetry (full granny-sized props to me, I think) at the gorgeous wedding of an ex-Sinisterette to her Ryan Giggs-alike metaller sweetheart, to exhibiting my little-known Tina Turner karaeoke stylings to a select audience of Ben and Rob (now known as an hilarious purveyor of Stevie Snacks) at the formers fine Swiss Cottage establishment, via being conpicuously ignored by non-drunk people while quaffing Chardonnay out of Powerpuff Girls pink glittery plastic beakers on the Tube, it was a protracted but not too sleep-deprived hoot. Snogs (with tongues) and the associated infectious bacteria to everyone involved in and around the Greenwich (more pub than pic)nic. Saw John Lydon on breakfast TV yesterday telling people to get off their arses and enjoy the Golden Jubilee; his rationale being that we should get our moneys worth out of the royals while there are still enough of them around to ridicule without feeling sorry for them. He then proceeded to belch loudly. R!O!C!K! A Word to the wise on *eXtreme* sports - for the rise in their popularity I blame the Windows 'undo' function. See, if you aren't worried about the consequences of an action you perform while fiddling with Excel (and don't get me started about the History box in PhotoShop) due to the ability to backtrack using Ctrl-Z, it's an easy step to jumping off a bridge attached only to solidity and sanity by a piece of knicker elastic. Another thing to lay on the no doubt expensively tasteless doorstep of Bill Gates. Listening to Sodastream while waiting at the bus station this morning, the shrill cackling of hordes of children on their way to school filled any aural gaps like a weirder live version of If Youre Feeling Sinister, only, well, Welsher. Still, it kept me from focusing on the music itself too much, which is a good thing, as being half-asleep on a grey morning is conducive to emotional fragility, and snivelling on public transport aint my idea of a good idea. Maybe I should have listened to Adventures in Stereo instead, but these things are seldom planned effectively. More muzak: oh, the Spare Snare album I bought at the weekend is really great. Trying to come up with a suitably lazy NME-stylee comparison, I thought they sounded like a cross between Stereolab and Teenage Fanclub. On acid, tee hee. Also, have just found out that Gorkys Zygotic Mynci (the lovelies) are playing Clwb Ifor Bach in Cardiff on the night I shall be getting as drunk as a marsupial whilst participating gleefully in the Sinister Drinking Olympics in Brighton (lest we forget: May 25th, kidz!). Ho hum, another of lifes little tragedies. Love, Liz :x *** Humanity i love you because you Are perpetually putting the secret of Life in your pants and forgetting Its there and sitting down e. e. cummings *** P.S. nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands. P.S.2 (RIP Sega): Now that Ken is in America, I wonder if he will stop being so uptight about the treasure hunt clues and get a life. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+