Hey up sinister. Things have changed a bit round here since I last posted properly, which is probably why I fancy having a go. I'm not really the type to be struck with random thoughts, and I haven't had a Sinister dream in a long time. sinister dreams I can do - there are shadows ("on me lungs?") on the ceiling which are decidedly non-scary but my mind fucks shit up and I wake up, staring at the shadows, and my bedroom becomes a place of terror and loathing (as any girls who've been in there would agree, boom boom). Only for a few minutes. Though. I've developed permanent neckache from using my computer while lying on my bed. I have to stare perpetually to the right. Can you get RSI without moving? I can, but then I'm an old fucker. Gosh, it feels good to swear today. Though I did call Jennifer Lopez a cunt earlier without meaning to - it just slipped out. I meant to say "cow". No-one heard. They seldom do. I followed Daf's link to Stuart's writing, and while it's not the most profound thing I've ever read (cf. the sleevenotes to the records - verging on the twee, but nice all the same) there's a cosiness about them which makes it a pleasure to spend a few moments perusing, and coming away feeling like one more decent thing has happened in the world. I'm looking forward to reading more. It's a really sound website they've got there now - it makes you feel good, it's unpretentious, and it's Belle and Sebastian. A big plus in anyone's book. This kind of lazy Sunday writing style I seem to have picked up is probably a result of Stuart's prose influencing the subconscious. Writers do that to me - Stephen Fry the most obviously, JK Rowling not at all, Joseph Heller affects my thinking processes rather than the way I speak. Still, lazy Sunday is better than moody fucker, which is how the rest of the day's been spent - now that blessed redundancy is in the offing (a Sinister disease, that redundancy), I'm Not Working Hard Enough, as the piles on my arse, erm, desk make evident. Not working hard makes me sad, but as with so many things, only I can sort it out. What a con. I used to do the stream of consciousness thing a lot on Sinister, but nowadays I just lurk. Still, I'm only a dozen digests behind now, so maybe things are taking an upturn. I even socialised the other day! Chu was there, of course. As was the flighty Ben Apps, the sultry SGS and the exquisitely cheekboned JDH. And Paul and his midfield Skeez. Sinister's still the place to be. Bye friends, Markx ********************************************************************** HIT Entertainment PLC, Maple House 149 Tottenham Court Road, London, W1T 7NF Tel: +44 (20)7 554 2500, Fax: +44 (20)7 388 9321 The contents of this e-mail from HIT Entertainment PLC are confidential and intended for the addressee only. If you are not the intended recipient you must not copy or further distribute this e-mail; please notify us by telephone on +44 (20)7 554 2500, and delete this message from your computer system. This e-mail has been checked by our anti-virus system before leaving us; we accept no responsibility for the e-mail and any attachments once they leave us. www.hitentertainment.com www.bobthebuilder.com www.hitwildlife.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+