Sinister: Mekon took a trip, across the sea, to find me Boy G, the queen of MCs...
Right now, the thing that matters to me most, much more than B&S, much more than Hysteric Glamour, more even than Baxendale or This Week's Crush or Sega or whatever, is tennis. This is true. I'd forgotten how much I love it... it's a hybrid of chess and boxing, and I really do think it's beautiful. Really. Cheese? Ribena? Give me jam, jam and red bull. Or maybe peanut butter and apple juice. Whatever. I write this easyEverything in Trafalgar square, which really /is/ rather an impressive place. It's, like, huge in a way that really strikes you... I'm in Westminster Abbey most days and that's never once stuck me as being big, it's a design thing of some sort. Plus, there's this cool little display telling you how much time you have left, way dinky. Spaced series two, episode three, was a half-hour moment of pure telvisual magic, I'm thinking. Can you even have half-hour moments? Oh well. Aaaaanyway, I'm here 'cos I just had a job interview nearby. Not a very interesting story all round, but, y'know, whatever. My mum always taught me to always peel oranges using this bizzarely complex knife method. I don't understand why. This morning she tried to kick the bathroom door in because she thought I was taking too long brushing my teeth. 22 minutes left. That's £0.74, apparently. Some sinis like the Magnetic Fields. This: http://www.roadwaffles.com/oily/d/20010101.html isn't even remotely connected to them in any way. But it's a bit like the the Bad Art Collection by Jhonen Vasquez. Who is better than Stevie Meritt at hockey. Maybe. I was in #sini the other way. Minka said the secret of romantic success is, among other things, to be "yourself". I have not been myself, at all, for even a moment since age, oh, fourteen. Should I be worried? I'm not overly concerned either way, I wouldn't want to go back to being me even if it did lead to gettin' squidgy. Yesterday: Girl who is a vague acquaintance: Hey Greg. My friend really fancies you, by the way.... Me: Ah, right, cool... who? G.w.i.a.v.a: Ah, she said not to tell. Me: Um, what's the point of that then? Gwaiava: Errr... dunno. Me: Right, then. I mean, really. It's just silly. I was wrong, and Supreme by Robbie is actually a better song than Teenage Dirtbag. Only just, but nevertheless, Robbie returns to the podium, and Wheatus are relegated to merely Second Best Single of The Noughties. I used to think that if I shouted as loudly as I could, I would keep getting louder forever, until buildings fell down. I never did, because I was scared. I believed this until years later, when I did, only to find puberty had robbed me of my superhuman shouting ability. I can still shout underwater so loud it can be heard across a swimming pool, though. That's apparently quite rare. 2 minutes left. Ummm... Yes. Right. Gorillaz, man! Blinding, blinding record. Something. Yes. Goodnight. ----- Greg +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
Last night I had the best time I've had in the last year I think. Me and some friends went to a drinking competition between Bath Spa University College (my Uni, very small) and Bath University (hugh). No-one from Bath Uni turned up, so we stay in that bar for a while and then went back to the pub we'd been in before, which was open till two. We played Horse, which, for anyone who doesn't know, has the the following rules 1. Someone thinks on a number and everyone round the table takes it in turns to say another number, each person must guess 2 numbers away from the last guess and the person who thought of the number must tell them if it is higher or lower. The person who guesses the number drinks two fingers of beer. 2. While this is going on somebody is appointed 'Thumb Master' and, at any time they choose, can put their thumb on the table. The last person to put the same thumb on the table has to drink, anyone who puts the opposite thumb on the table must drink two fingers. 3. Someone is appointed 'Watch Master' and, every half an hour, they must called everyones attention to the time and everyone must drink with their opposite hand. Anyone caught drinking with the wrong hand must drink to fingers. I think the only way that night could have got better is if we had played strip Horse, and the attractive hippy girl I've had my eye on for ages had been playing... but I guess heaven wasn't made for the living. I had my hair cut this morning, I'm scared because I've been growing my hair for about a year and a half and I was proud of it. Having said that, it looks quite nice now, even though I let my friend cut it for me herself. I'll be posting a before and after to the photographs website... so have a look out for it. I'll probably tell everyone when they are up. As I was walking down the road, just after having my hair cut, I saw some dreadlocked, Badly-drawn-boy-style-hat wearing, creative studies people looking at a bird that looked like it was probably blind. A girl with pink hair asked if I knew the number of the RSPCA, she seemed genuinely destressed. I was not at all surprised that it was these kind of people who were helping the bird and it kind of gave me more faith in people. Although a lot of people wouldn't stop to help a dying man in a road, these people seemed to genuinely care about the bird, and not in a 'aw, isn't it cute' kind of way. I was a little upset that, by cutting my hair, I have distanced my self from them a little, but then I'm weird like that. "We make computers... but we don't know how to operate computers" - 17 year old Manila factory worker The Happy Reaper +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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Peter Carter