Hello hello! What a grand Sinister tweekender it was in London, and not just because on Saturday I didn't have to go more than about 500 yards from my house to participate in all the bowling, bouzing, and bullshitting activities that one could possibly desire to be present at. Boys and girls, ladies and gents, you're all lovely and I hope you enjoyed your weekends, wherever in the world you are, but I am greatly and particularly pleased with the company I've been keeping of late. PERSPIRATION MADE A FOOL OF ME So I was dreading stepping up to the line with my girly 10 pound ball, having made little or no progress with my bowling form of late, but as the frames progressed, I was astonished to find myself racking up the spares, gaining a place in the elite Champions League team (as opposed to the UEFA and Worthingtons Cups that were alternately fought over by the lesser mortals present) for the second game, and, ultimately, an overall bronze position behind Mark and Ken, which is a fine position if you like indie-boy posteriors. Metaphors my mixed unfortunately are. SHE'S GOT IT, BABY SHE'S GOT IT Eventually we escaped the slightly sticky confines of Rowans fine establishment (containing, lest we forget, a 'health suite' and snooker hall as well as 24 lanes of bowling joy) for the mildly more salubrious surrounds of the Worlds End public house, where large leather sofas and banquette seating were commandeered for our use while we ate, drank, and made extremely merry. Unfortunately, or superbly, depending on your opinions on stretch leather halter tops, our inebriated discussion forum was interrupted by the appearance on stage of Venus, North London's premier girl covers band. The daring hypothesis that the Beatles' "Ticket To Ride" may be combined with all popular music numbers was tested in this live setting by a (some would say unwilling and, indeed, unwitting) collaboration between ourselves and the ladies of Venus, and so far has held up admirably, but will require further experimentation until fully empirically verified. Why not try it at home yourselves? OH NO! FOOTBALL! OH NO! Sunday brought a sadly cloudy sky and a trip to Camden, where the goth-residue may be measured by the extent of precipitation of fresh black eyeliner and facial piercings upon all and sundry in the locale. Freshly baked goods, posh crisps, and red red wine were hauled up Primrose Hill, where we reposed shivering until the latter comestible kicked in. There were team sports, and I believe that what passes for our honour was upheld against The Other Belle & Sebastian Interweb Hobby. It was found necessary to repair to a very nice pub for the remainder of the proceedings. AND RELAX... As the Kaiserotto said, there are only a few oldies (in list duration rather than actual age, ducky) still posting, and some are more equal than others. By which I mean to say that I should pay more attention to all your lovely pink writings (reading the archives is a bit conspicuous at work), and contribute more often myself. I'd tie a knot in my hanky for remembrance if I had one, but you'll just have to trust me on this one. Love, Liz :x -------------------------------- yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're) e. e. cummings _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+