Sinister: The dream of all the post-rock beardy kids that hung around here
Hallo. I've been in email incommunicado for a week. In my absence I see that Jesus has been born and the Guardian have installed some odd new antiseptic wipes in the loos. On the dispenser it says something like 'Better to be safe than sorry! Step one: Take a wipe. Step Two: Wipe the seat with it. Step Three: Throw wipe into toilet'. Are loo seats really that dangerous? Perhaps there have been complaints. Lots of girls 'hover' - did you know that? Also, quite a few people stand up to wipe. Who knows what other things people get up to. I suppose that after reaching a certain age, the finer points of lavatorial etiquette are no longer subject to peer appraisal. RECOMMENDATION SPOT: There's a great little magazine called 'The Chap'. Buy a copy if you can but in the meantime have a look at their website. ( http://www.artfink.demon.co.uk/chap/) The interactive 'Semiotics of Hair' is a particular treat. See if you can find 'The Outlandish' - my favourite. The writers are probably sniggering twits you'd avoid in social situations, but then aren't we all? I'm looking forward to meeting Peter Miller. SKIP THE NEXT FOUR PARAGRAPHS IF YOU'RE BORED OF ALL THIS CAMBER TALK SPOT: I went on the ATP tour too, you know. I don't think I made a big splash. As Mike has said, perhaps my finest hour was jumping up and down singing 'Jet', and I nicked that idea from Alan Partridge. Also, I missed most of the star-studded party in Hewitt et al's chalet, having tired of avoiding men with beards. Not Instead I went back to our chalet with Trousers and Baxendale boy and tried to remember the name of 'The Big Chill' ('The Big Sleep'? NO! 'The Big Blue' NO! 'The Big Bus! ALMOST CERTAINLY NOT!). Also we discussed Momus and the preponderance of bands playing on Sunday with one-syllable names starting with P. We had to beat the gatecrashers from our door. I kind of missed out on the five-a-side too. Alasdair didn't believe me when I said I had been training hard since the last time he saw me fall over a football, so I could only bask in their reflected glory. It really was very exciting, and I'm cross that I missed the first half of the final because of a kitchen mix up and then spent the rest of it choking on chips and avoiding getting ketchup on my fluffy creamy coat. It was nice to see Stuart play but I'm ashamed to have been a part of the post-match hijack of the team's success. If the 'team photo' is ever posted up then you could be forgiven for thinking that Slut Jockey's victory was largely attributable to the ref not spotting that they had fielded two dozen players instead of five. Stuart had some business cards printed up billing himself as 'Camp Psychiatrist'. His plan was to set up a booth next to the merchandise stall, where people could come and gain expert advice on whatever subject was troubling them. Like Lucy in Peanuts but for free. I believe he was talked out of it. I'm not sure if it was 'Legal Man' that I heard in the pub. People said it was, but I think Beanz Meanz Geddes might actually have been playing Brigitte Bardot's 'St Tropez' (aka Eurotrash theme) for a laugh. I mean it was *identical*. RESPONSES TO PEOPLE WHOSE NAMES HAVE FOUR LETTERS AND BEGIN WITH 'Y' SPOT: Youn said lixi's posts remind her of 'Morvern Callar' and lixi wondered what this meant. I read this book and didn't like it much. If Youn means you resemble Morvern then I think she's calling you a weird rave-chick who hides your boyfriend's corpse in an attic and passes his unpublished novel off as your own in order to fund a trip to the Ibiza. Or for some existentialist laugh, I'm not sure. Also, you sleep around a lot. Is this sounding familiar? Yuka pondered:
Why is Scotland called "the land of cakes?"
The proper answer (I think) is that it's from a Robbie Burns line probably alluding to oatcakes. I haven't thought up the funny answer yet. Incidentally, no one really calls it the land of cakes, as far as I'm aware. Nick xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
Howdy folks My sister admited to reading my e-mail today when she asked me, in genuine sibling concern (if you die do I get your CD collection?), if I'd joined some sort of cult. Ho hum. Yeah, holidays. So today began two weeks of inventive ways not to do revision. I fully intend to do some it's just that all of sudden inventing a recipe for deep-fried lettuce, making gingerbread B&S members (dog on wheels particularly yum) and chewing my own finger off become important activities. Nick.Dastoor said on dangerous toilet seats he Guardian have installed some odd new antiseptic wipes in the
loos. On the dispenser it says something like 'Better to be safe than sorry! Step one: Take a wipe. Step Two: Wipe the seat with it. Step Three: Throw wipe into toilet'.
Now, being the extremly parinoid type (irrational fears: Shower curtains, cute animals, hidden camreas, forks and yes a self-confessed 'hoverer') so loowipes=goodthing-that should be introduced to vomit splattered ladies' at college. I'm totally for sharing with the community but seats pushes my generosity. Or am i missing the point, maybe the aforementioned toilets are actually dangerous and have a vicious bite. love s.p. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
On the subject of talking about the LP before it's released, Nicholas Dastardus said:
Perhaps honey would like to rool on this. Or drool, if he'd prefer.
Oh heck do I have to? I'll drool anytime you want on command, it's my job after all, but rooling? I can't help feeling you're all bedding this issue down nicely, with no clear consensus, but as in the finest of online debates by spreading a melange of different views like strawberry jam on TOAST and agreeing on something or other which probably amounts to a consideration for others' feelings. Well ok I'll try to pretend to say something, but I suspect it won't amount to much more than regurgitating said TOAST... 1. I wouldn't be daft enough to forbid discussion of the LP before release day. Isn't it released the day after the UK in the US from memory? What about in China? Besides, you'd all ignore me :) 2. For those who don't want to know about the new LP, please those who have promos, tapes or heavenly visions of its contents be sparing, and make it very obvious what you're about to talk about. And if it becomes clear the majority of people would rather wait, please hush. 3. Please don't call people show-off twats on this mailing list (*growls maternally*). The Duke will expect me to say this :) Alistair, I don't know what sort of language you're learning from your pupils, but see me after class please and you can tuck your shirt in while you're at it. I said WALK not RUN!! 4. Oh, I forgot to add. Naturally the cost of revealing to everyone you have a promo is that your mailbox will be flooded with mails from people saying "can I send you a tape and you could...!". This is entirely reasonable and to be expected as the cost of your divine revelations. And promise me, PROMISE me, everyone who gets a promo, tape or whatever, that they buy the real thing when it comes out. Even if you think it's crap. You should probably buy 5 copies because you were lucky enough for someone to be nice to you in the first place. Nick also said ages ago:
Stuart had some business cards printed up billing himself as 'Camp Psychiatrist'. His plan was to set up a booth next to the merchandise stall, where people could come and gain expert advice on whatever subject was troubling them. Like Lucy in Peanuts but for free. I believe he was talked out of it.
Was he? Awww. I heard he'd added a phone number for consultations to the cards too... Neil the manager's and erstwhile bassist's. **twang** Now, another thing. I don't know of many other mailing lists as active as this one, and with something rapidly and suddenly approaching 1300 readers, that keeps together like this one does. It's remarkable and due to YOU, but it's clear the majority of people aren't having time to read the majority of posts, and things are being repeated. This will do us no good, and is stage one of List Death. Looking back at the number of posts to the list per month in the archives I was surprised to see it isn't any higher than when we were half the size, and a lot less than a few months after it started. I therefore can only conclude that there's a sufficient number of somewhat indigestible posts to the majority of people that it's making them pick and choose. I don't mean to be mean, and I'm not picking on anyone specific: I'm honestly not thinking of any particular posts here. I'd just like the few who seem to be flinging mails to the list with gay abandon to desist, withdraw and recamp (*ignores the potential for poor humour out of the words "gay" and "recamp", and thinks happily of Alexander in "Queer As Folk"*). If you think something might have been posted before concerning what you're about to say, it's your duty to find out if it has from the archives and spare us all. If the little angel who dances on your shoulder and normally tells you what shoes to buy whispers to you as you type a long mail "do they *really* want to hear about this? everyone likes chocolate you know..." then pay heed please. And cardinal rule: if you haven't been able to keep up with the list, please do before you post yourself. Don't add to the pile if you're not prepared to go through it yourself. And if it's clear you haven't read THIS mail when you next post to the list, it may get a little quiet for you subsequently. I know it sounds mean...ish but it's the only way to ensure we don't break up into little slightly ill-tempered islands. Thank you for not mailing me and telling me I'm wicked for picking on you. :) I'm not! It's a mailing list mummy thang. You know when your mum asked you to tidy your room *again* and you hated her for a bit as she stood there with that look on her face leaning on the vacuum cleaner and looking at you? But then you decided it was just her job? It's like that. Broken pipe, List Mummy Honey x +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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Victoria Adam