Sinister: Ive stolen the see of Galilea or have I drunk it?
[continued from a couple of weeks ago well, talking about slackers] The sun rose though the curtains and spread its light on the very comfortable floor of Capt. Archel cabin. It was the sign of a calm day of sunlight over the rocky Brighton shore. The perfect day to discover the treasure of the sinister crew. We had maps, we had colourful rocks, and we had tarots and coffee bottoms, to read. Just, how? Well, doesnt really matter. Anyway, there was no clear indication on any of them, for as far as I was concerned, of where the rusty coffin full of shiny golden coins (?) was hidden we walked down the street all the morning, here and there, looking for better jackets, space age souvenirs, sixties cheesy music and finally we got into a sort of place loaded with STUFF, covered in two inches of dust, which made it possibly even more fashionable in its out-of-fashion scenario: talking about typewriter (wow!), super 8 video (double wow), robot-head shaped TV and radio (classy) and gramophones ( cheesy) isnt that, all in all, a fortune of war which would have make Ali Baba and the other forty good fellow he used to hang around with, pretty much envy? Id say so. After having shared the silver in between the four of us, waved goodbye Ms. and Mr. Archel, and embarking on a journey back to our homes and wives (??????), we, and for that I mean myself and the pleasant company of Mr. Ascombe, decided to have a picnic, yep, another one, just by the seashore it sounds so much as a good plan. The sun was shining and wind was blowing and waves were high on the peers. There was enough food and a barrel of rum in the hold, but then the unpredictable happened Ive lost oh so many things in my life, glasses, shoes, umbrellas, books, records, jumpers, coats, Ive lost my love and Ive lost my pride, but, never before has happen Ive lost my booze!!! I suppose that only the combination of Mr. Ascombe and me could have result in such a conspicuous disaster. Mind he is organising a picnic this week It once happened to get to midlands and sinisterly enough we manage to loose or destroy in between the two of us two cameras, a phone and a cd player something else I forgot well, might be destroy is a bit of a rocknroll act, really we flooded them in Ribena juice: nice. I only fell asleep on the bus though we all know that running of city buses for a hobby is rather sad. Hence, look after your goods when hes around, BUT he is one of the most lovely people Ive ever met, and it was at a magic roundabout in green park before Belle and Sebastian played the Brighton academy. Ive met a lot of lovely people actually on that occasion, some of them I love more then I can tell, and it was the first time Ive ever seen B&S play, was it just a coincidence? (is it any sort of content? Im amazed) well, it was just a long sentence to say come and meet us in the park, it might be loads of fun, and the spring has much definitely bloomed a! nd Ian is coming all the way down from Birmigham, do you want to leave hinm alone in the park with myself??? That would be rather sinister! And I dont know what to add more Hope you all are well and have had a nice time over Easter (about myself I drunk more beer then Brian Lara scored runs, is it a world record? Too many questions?) love stefano #~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# When you sleep do you see an angel in dying light Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight Or maybe you've seen someone somewhere before that I might have loved if i'd never loved you but you only see me in bad dreams +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
(brief summary - mentions picnic. at length. plugs tigermilking, replies to some posts on list. not many, though. doesn't mention belle and sebastian except in passing. passing what? who knows?? read it anyway. go on, i dare you!) hello there my little mangos of joy, i do hope you're all feeling lovely, and beautiful and more splendidly funky than you ever thought you could. phew, that's an introduction done. quite a nice one. and i didn't say 'bastardbum', 'titwobble' or 'arsecheese' once. which is a good start. belle and sebastian fans get a little bit sad, slightly teary-eyed, misty and dewey (not like the decimal system) and rather itchy-skinned when they hear swearing, its a documented fact* and i don't want your flakey scalp near me, frankly. so, just niceness, then.. i am wondering whether to try and say something relevant that you'll all like, or whether just to say what i wanted to say. perhaps the latter. yes, definitely the latter: there will be a PICNIC in london this weekend. on saturday. at 2 p.m. in the lovely GREEN PARK. i am currently trying to look at a map of GREEN PARK to find somewhere nice to meet. it is taking a bloody long time to load, and i am wondering if i made a mistake picking this venue. i thought there were LOADS of maps on the interweb, but apparently not. type in 'map, green park', and you get THIS sort of nonsense: http://www.green-park.co.uk/map.html personally, i've never seen a flying robot there, so i suspect trickery is afoot. but then, i've only been a couple of times. and i'm not a REAL londonista. perhaps you need to be from london to understand about flying robots. perhaps its one of those things that people understand more the further south you get. like driving range-rovers and not picking your nose. anyway, looking at the REAL map, http://www.streetmap.co.uk/newmap.srf?x=529250&y=180250&z=1&sv=529250,180250&st=4&ar=N&mapp=newmap.srf&searchp=newsearch.srf&dn=794, i notice that there are lots of nice things in the park. some of these being spencer ho (presumably, this is spencer from eastenders. i didn't know he was a ho. i wonder how much he costs?), queen victoria, wellington arch, and JAPAN. i'm tempted to suggest we meet in JAPAN, but then that might cause confusion, what with me not knowing any japanese and such. so how about we gather near the tube station, and those that want to can go off and look for spencer ho later? if you're coming, and scared of my crappy organisation, or want to come late, or don't know anyone and are worried about not finding us, mail me off-list and i'll send you my mobile number. stefano has suggested we have an EVENT at the picnic. he was muttering about football. football isn't one of my Marvellous Things, but by all means play it if you wish. thoughts i had included: a DISCO! we all wear flares and tank-tops (not much change there then) and errr... no that's a crap idea. a ROLLER DISCO! we all wear roller skates, fall over and break our necks. a ROLLER DISCO ON ICE! if we can find some a ROLLER DISCO ON ICE WITH CAMELS! camels love roller-discos. throwing STONES AT FLYING ROBOTS! an imaginary birthday party for the 17th April Child Of Sinister. errr...just eating cakes. maybe i'll bring a frisbee. and have you got a little tape player, anyone?? i'm going with the birthday party. bring a balloon, and one of those hooter-y whistle things. and a pass the parcel. and...bring that tape player if you have one.. god, this is probably the longest e-mail on such a subject ever. some people would just say 'we're having a picnic. turn up. or else' why does everything have to be an essay ian as the buddha once said: 'why do you have to go and make everything so complicated?' he was a wise man. didn't fuck about. after the PICNIC, there will be TIGERMILKING at the BETSY TROTWOOD near FARRINGDON TUBE. its pretty easy to find, but mail me or stefano for instructions if you haven't been there before. there will be nice tunes by the likes of...oooh...i dunno... belle and sebastian, maybe; camera obscura; aislers set; shonen KNIFE; sleater-kinney; slipknot; you know how it goes. the more the world is changing, the more it stays the same. krishna said that, yknow. in his latest reincarnation. as cilla black. so, come to both. have very much loveliness. -------------------------------------------- onto the bit where some acknowledgement that other people post on this list is appropriate... it was lovely to see the return of the Fragrant Princess Honey to these parts... very sad to hear of poorly pets. is there anything you can do for an enlarged heart? stefano reported back on brighton: *I've lost oh so many things in my life, glasses, shoes, umbrellas, books, records, jumpers, coats, I've lost *my love and I've lost my pride, but, never before has happen I've lost my booze!!! I suppose that only the *combination of Mr. Ascombe and me could have result in such a conspicuous disa and i appear to have lost my second 'n'. never mid. i was't really attached to it. and it started me thinking of a thread-type thing.. what's the strangest thing you've ever lost? and what's the oddest lost thing you've ever found? answers (not one-liners, that'll get me in trouble...) on the back of an e-mail to.... nice reporting-back, though, stefano.. speaking of which, is someone going to report back from atp?? the rest of you said nice things too. some of you said very brief things. i hear shortness is the new longness, but we want to know MORE about you than just your club-night, and your e-mail group. we want to know the colour of your inner-child (mine is greenish pink, today); the things that make you smile (sunshine, cats, HARD SEX...) (not together) the song you sing when your mind goes dancing into the ether of wibbly-wobbliness and floats into something you weren't even sure ever existed (actually, a song might not be appropriate at such a point. change the question to something else). see? i have cleverly plugged a picnic and a club-night and you wouldn't even know i'd done it. because you stopped reading half an hour ago. actually, maybe there's something to be said for brevity. oh... BASTARDBUM, TITWOBBLE AND ARSECHEESE!! sayonara, my twinkles, xx ian * from 'ian's book of BELLE AND SEBASTIAN FACTS'. more of which later, no doubt. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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