Sinister: Fifteen minutes of utter irrelevance
Bugger. I've forgotten what I was going to write. I'm off for a smoke until this work-addled, alcohol-soaked, bowlful of weetabix mush in my head that so loosely calls itself a brain decides to get it's act together and come up with something verging on witty for me to send down the wire. Toodle pip, I'll be back in a second...... Ahhhhhhhh. That's better. And it didn't take long, either. But there again I never do. I would have been quicker, too, if that bloody lift hadn't stopped on every floor. It always does that. Gets right up my nose. But, my brain now sufficiently concentrated by Amber Leaf's finest mild shag*, I will begin.... Um, hello. I haven't posted in a while, so I am totally prepared to forgive anyone for forgetting who I am, and indeed also those oh-so-sensible people who have desperately *tried* to forget who I am. I don't blame any of you. But, I'm back. And it's with the astounding revelation that FYHCYWLAPDGRTBVXEAZGTBKOMINBGVFCCGFB%^U&£$FMNJI<:O(K*GBR%E^%$FCISXVYBNMLHRCWRSXV%YD&HK)(L&G^GVBKYTB^BJU&WHOOOOGURGLESPLAT is actually quite good. Took me right by surprise, that one did, especially after having heard Legal Man beforehand, which, at the risk of incurring general wrath and rotting airborne fruit, I have got to say I *personally* found absolutely f***ing *dreadful*. Didn't stop me buying it, though. Oh no. Anyway, I'm not going to do the "take-each-song-to-bits-one-by-one" thing, as I think that's been done to death and back again by far more eloquent people than I, but rather just inform everyone that in terms of a personal idea of quality, it rests at just about the same level as IYFS. That is to say, above TBWTAS, and below Tigermilk. In terms of sheer geography, it rests in the back right-hand corner of my living room, somewhere between TBWTAS and "Mellow Gold", below my cd single collection, but above the "c" to "e" section of the rest of my albums. I think that gives us a fair idea of everything, really. The only thing I'll say about individual songs is that, as much maligned as "Before the Sunrise" has recently been in the cornucopia of electronic wit that is the list, it's bloody amazing to listen to at five o'clock in the morning after you've just ploughed your Citröen AX into a rather large tree at 30 miles per hour the night before. Not that I'm suggesting any of you go out and do it, but it's worth bearing in mind. Calms your nerves superbly, and near enough makes you forget that by rights you should be dead. Well, until that jingly bit at the end, that is, when the whole world comes back into focus and you start worrying about ringing your insurance company again. Still, it did wonders for a short while. That's enough of that, I think. I think I shall now try to raise myself to Alasdair Cook standards of taking-the-piss-out-of-other-peoples-posts-ery, to wit (or rather lack of - me, that is, not Alasdair): The original Pixidustlady said:
I'm just home for the summer, working and getting some money together, before i depart in September to start again down in Liverpool. I've got a place at John Moores uni, doing Imaginative Writing with Literature, Life and Thought.
Christ. You must be good. It takes me all my time these days to do imaginitive writing with my right hand and a big red crayon. But there again that's probably because my right hand has other things to do than imaginitive writing. Oh, shut up. We all do it..... Heather H grumbled:
I dont remember much more because my back was killing me (I think ive pinched a nerve- how does one know?)
Oh, you'll find out soon enough when the rozzers arrive on your doorstep and ask you to give the bloody thing back to the nearest hospital, formaldehyde and all. It happened to me, you know - my mate at junior school tried to beat me up for my lunch money, and in a fit of peak I withdrew my penknife and nicked his finger. It wasn't long before the police caught up with me and I had to give it back and apologise. He got it sewn back on, apparently. It's wonderful what science can do. Sophie Harris:
i used to just dream of water and sea *all* the time...
The amount of bedclothes you got through must have been *terrible*. All I have to do is hear a tap these days and me incontinence trousers fill up quicker than a royalist at a parisian motorway tunnel. I'll get me coat, lol p xx. *I prefer it rough, but I'll take what I can afford..... -- -----------------------------*||*-------------------------------- "I may have nothing, but it's *my* nothing." - Manic Street Preachers Pete Ramsdale - Unix Systems Administration, UBS Warburg. Phone: 020 7568 3836 -----------------------------*||*-------------------------------- This message contains confidential information and is intended only for the individual named. If you are not the named addressee you should not disseminate, distribute or copy this e-mail. Please notify the sender immediately by e-mail if you have received this e-mail by mistake and delete this e-mail from your system. E-mail transmission cannot be guaranteed to be secure or error-free as information could be intercepted, corrupted, lost, destroyed, arrive late or incomplete, or contain viruses. The sender therefore does not accept liability for any errors or omissions in the contents of this message which arise as a result of e-mail transmission. If verification is required please request a hard-copy version. This message is provided for informational purposes and should not be construed as a solicitation or offer to buy or sell any securities or related financial instruments. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
hey list! woooo! yeah! ready?!? GEOGRAPHY Pete Ramsdale (did i get that right?) wrote this
In terms of sheer geography, it rests in the back right-hand corner of my living room, somewhere between TBWTAS and "Mellow Gold", below my cd single collection, but above the "c" to "e" section of the rest of my albums. I think that gives us a fair idea of everything, really.
which i thought was great. maybe if we all talk about where we put our belle and sebastian records when they aren't being played then the next magazine to bring sinsiter into its article on our band can mention that the fans gather in cafes to ask eachother 'where do you put your belle and sebastian?" and we can have all them journalist fuckers fooled! WILL I HAVE MY REVENGE? should i buy the revenge album? peter hook is on it. that augers well for it. also in revenge: so friends and i were having a few drinks at my place and listening to some new records and then we were going to go to a party. so as we were leaving this fabulous friend i've known for 6 years and would trust as far as the sky asks if he could leave his bag at my house, since the party is fairly near by and its not nice to haul bags around everywhere is it? so i said yes, why not....simple enough. so then. we go to this party, and its slow and kind of disappointing. but they're playing the make up. which is thrilling. so once the make up is no longer enough a group of us decide to check out this new party night thing called 'stars of track and field' which was at the rancho relaxo. but the friend who left the bag at my house announced his intentions to go home and said that he couldn't deal with life without his bag. so i gave him the keys to my house and told him that he could meet me at track and field (which would be on his way home) and give me the keys. so it takes all of 11.4 minutes to walk from the party to my house and then maybe 20 minutes maximum to get to rancho relaxo where i woudl be. so there i was at the rancho, where things were lame despite the auspicious name. and no sign of my keys. none. so i waited for an hour, lame-ness happened. and i got mad. so then i called this friend's cel phone and his parent's house and incase he was still at my house i called there too....and nothing. so i walked back to my house with some friends who were nice enough to accompany me, and found it locked and such as i had left it. then one of these nice friends offered to let me sleep at his place so i accepted and walked off that way. then. when we got to his house i called the key and bag friend and he answered his phone...it was hours later, i had intended to be in bed a few hours ago, and i was tired and cranky and mad...and he answers, and hes at a bar, which is near to the rancho....in fact the rancho is on the way to this bar...and he's been there the whole night since leaving my company. so he could have, on his way there dropped off the keys with me...but he didn't. i mean, i just don't know what to think when someone you've known for years behaves in such an erratic and foolish way, which is so incredibly out of character for him too.... grrr. but on my way home to meet this 'friend' i found this empty bottle of anti-freeze that some poor unfortunates had been drinking, and since it looked sort of like a small gas can and was opaque, i came to meet him waving it around and yelling 'i'm going to set you on fire!' but soon i just gave up because i was looking silly and all i wanted was my keys and to go to bed. HEY! Y'KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY? everyone keeps talking about the new album as FYHC which looks soo much like FYC to me which doesn't spell 'fold your child' to me but instead spells 'fine young cannibals' who i think are a fabulous band and should have a rennaissance coming up soon. but then its kind of funny, because everyone is really talking about belle and sebastian, but i keep imagining them talking about FYC instead. tee hee. HOT IRON! i'm low on iron. and apperantly soy makes men go dotty. since i've been raised on soy milk all my life i'm no doubt half way to being a complete wash out. blech. and then, burried in a sentence about surrealism from Arantxa Sanz:
About Fraulein Dagmar Vroom's mum assesment method: can one claim automatic writing ?Surrealism is a bit demode,but don't know if enough to make a convincing comeback.And I found ironing a much more necessary touch on a man too nowadays,very rare occasion is to greet a 20something male with no creases and no sarcasm to cover that sign of laziness instead.
yes, surrealism is definitely had its day. as with people keeping their genitals inside their clothes i'm into people keeping their subconscious inside their heads. why go letting it leak out into ghastly paintings that people who are very impressed by pink floyd can hang prints of on their walls? and also ironing. i spend a good 10-14 minutes ironing pants and such before i go out to nice things (grocery shopping is not worth ironing for, which is where my mum and i differ) just to make sure that all the lines are nice and 'sharp'. really, i mean, why are so many people so adverse to ironing? its not so bad is it. and then your pants become fantastic and everyone goes oooh ahhh. yeah! ironing and irony are unrelated by the way. MY NEW BELT i have this new belt and like it alot. its electric blue and really thin, and it sort of looks like a ribon and has this weird very faint red stiching running along it. and these quick release clips for easy 'belt-on' 'belt-off' action! yes! now i can be in and out of my pants faster than a jack rabbit! not that i'm ever out of my pants for very long. oh, i just realized that trousers and pants are different things in the UK. well. too bad for you. even slacks are pants to us here in north america. so there. steve +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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