Sinister: Warning: Contains Language

[James Gilmer]

Hullo Sinister children,

I trust we have all been sinister this past week? Well, I have a confession,
I haven't been very sinister. It is far too hot to be sinister this week.

There will be an announcment about the Great Lakes Picnic in a day or two,
be patient. At the moment it looks like the best location is South Bend,
Indianna. I will have more info when it becomes available.

Firstly, anyone interested in some pictures from the Aberdeen and Perth gigs
can go to:

http://y42.photos.yahoo.com/jgilmer2001

There's a really nice photo of Stu on-stage that I'm quite fond of. There's
also some other photos from my vacation. You can scroll down and hit 'Show
All' to see all the pics on one page. Onwards...

In the midst of all this list tension and anger Lacivious Lucy and Saucy
Sally started talking about their knickers, this is a good thing, a very
good thing. A good knickers convo beats an east-west arguement every time.
And who can stay mad when talking about sinister knickers?

Craig had a good point, male underwear is completely boring, and that is as
it should be. Give me a nice comfy pair of boxers any day over some of the
uncomfortable (but lovely looking) knickers the poor, put upon lasses must
wear.

Speaking of knickers, I'm siting here listening to "Cherubs" by Arab Strap,
for those that haven't heard it, it sounds a bit like a pretty blond with
dirty knickers, that is to say, it sounds sexy and wrong and heathen and I
love it. It's the kind of song that makes me want to be dancing in some
smokey basement club crushed up against raver boys and girls.

On the subject of dirty knickers and pretty girls, I have to say again that
I think Angelina Jolie singing with Belle and Sebastian is nothing less than
sheer brilliance. I'd buy that record. Hell, I'd pay to see the live show.

Of course, the tabloids would be the most fun. The rumours of love triangles
and a jealous Billy Bob and sex scandels and drug scandels. Oh, it'd be too
much fun. They must do this for the amusment factor alone.

Billy Bob and Angelina Jolie, American's white trash royalty. A man who beat
his last wife with his Oscar statue on awards night and a woman who snogs
her brother and thinks knives are sex toys.

I love this country...sometimes. Othertimes I become a bit tired of it.
Especailly after being in Europe and London and seeing the diversity there.
One of these days I'll post about the differences I saw, and why I'd kill to
live over there as opposed to here.

Going back to the topic of smokey basement clubs, spending a saturday night
at the Baptiste Club (monthly at the hard to find Tatty Bogle Club in Soho)
with my friends from London was one of the highlights of my visit across the
pond, right up there with catching B&S play. They play brilliant indie tunes
all night and charge far too much for drinks, it's ace.

Ken Chu said: "I have won this EXCLUSIVE world record breaking fuck-saying
competition"

I think I'd win in a cussing duel, my fuck-fu is mad deadly, but I won't
call Ken out this time, because his "Stan" sampling post was nothing less
than pure brilliance. If I ever meet Ken I'll buy him a Red Bull and vodka
for the chuckle that post gave me.

I'm drinking an energy drink called Whoop Ass at the moment, from the same
people who bring us Jones Soda, it's no Red Bull, but what is? The only
complaint I have about Red Bull and vodka is that the vodka buzz wears off
on me faster than the Red Bull buzz, this is especially annoying at four in
the morning when your vodka buzz is gone and the bar is closed and you just
want to get some sleep and those seven or eight cans of Red Bull are still
working their way through your system.

Red Bull tastes like God's piss with caffine added, but it makes me want to
dance. Methamphetamine in a can, you gotta love it.

Recommended reading is "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman. The cd for this week
is Drugstore's "White Magic for Lovers" because it is brilliant and I'm
madly in love with the lead singer's voice.

Jim

"I don't know what I'd do with myself if I had to be on the lookout for the
Antichrist all the goddamned time." - Fiddlegirl

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