From jo_is_18 at xxx.uk Tue Oct 1 09:55:03 2002 From: jo_is_18 at xxx.uk (Jo tomas) Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 01:55:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: pale immitations for paul Message-ID: <20021001085503.8211.qmail@web14912.mail.yahoo.com> Paul Healey saw Tompaulin and thought they were a pale immitation of you know who. Who would that be Paul ? The Jesus and marychain ? I love belle and sebastian but I really don't see the comparison. You see I also love Tompaulin and I love The Butterflies. I think that you were at a different concert. "tompaulin tonight are noisier and more assertive than we remember them. From the Mary Chain bassline in Carcrash to the drenching feedback at the end of Swing Low Stuart, the band match sweet vocals with barbed guitar noise and exchange confession for confrontation." sounds sxp The Butterflies of Love were also magnificent. They have also been tagged with the Belle And Sebastian comparions, though not by you Paul! They are a noisy feedback band. It made sense to see Tompaulin and The Buterflies Of Love together. I wory that Belle and Sebastian are becoming our Smiths. By this I mean that new bands are stifled by imposible comparisons they can't live up to and that there is no room for any serious discussion on the merits of recent work. anyway joxx ===== small town night club over a pub/girls in make up thicken the blood __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New DSL Internet Access from SBC & Yahoo! http://sbc.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com Tue Oct 1 16:48:29 2002 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Tue, 01 Oct 2002 16:48:29 +0100 Subject: Sinister: welcome to the cheap seats Message-ID: hmmm, i feel like having an incestuous and brief love affair with a comleplete stranger, i think they call it a "one night stand", i tried it once and it was twnoml (or in the true sinister style TWINOMLETTE ie "the worst night of my life") We didn't go the whole way (thank fuck), he shat in my bed then made me make breakfast for him.hhmmm, should i be saying this? Do people still have one night stands these days? Do you? I haven't seen so many lurching lovelies on their way to drunkern shagdom of late, maybe i just go to the wrong (or right) places. I could put it down to getting older but that would be a gobshite excuse! So i AM getting older (which is a truely absurd thing to say because you can't do anything but)and lately i have been learning lots of new things about myself, does that sound a bit obsessed? Some things about me are good and others are just so horribly far away from what i want to be that i just can't stop trying to change them. One trait of mine is the inability to take myself seriously, this is why i can't write songs, i get to the lyric stage and just cringe and curl up in embarrasement at any small incling of showing emotion. Even now i am cringing at this e-mail because i am talking quite honestly about how i feel. It's quite exciting to learn new things about yourself but it can be frightening too. By that i mean that if you take all the things that you hate about YOU and try to change, then think of yourself 12 years on with the same bad traits it's quite weird. I may be coming across as being pathetic/depressed but i am neither, it's just about the little things i think of when the light goes out. er yeh, i haven't seen any sini crew for months and i keep missing the london meet ups coz my e-mail access is limited, but next time i gonna chuffing know about it. A good friend of mine told me he thought the idea of a bunch of B&S fans getting together was just horrific, calling us a bunch of saddos who just want to get closer to the band. I argued my point. He squished his face up. I have not been able to look at my friend in the same light ever since. love hannahb " there is no dark side of the moon, it's all dark really" _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Oct 1 17:49:21 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 01 Oct 2002 16:49:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Songs for idiots (round 5) Message-ID: (Previously, on Belle and Sebastian on the Weakest link...) Time's up, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM Isobel Chris Chris Richard Richard Chris DUM! Bob Yes Anne. So which world-touring band are you in? Supertramp? haha. Why Richard? Is it because he can afford a haircut and you can't? I just remembered that he got a question wrong earlier on that's all. Right.. Stuart! Yes Anne. Why Isobel? Because she's with a guy who takes the price for everything I ever showed her!! mmm.. ok. Isobel! Why Chris? Chris made me eat all his beans and I farted for 3 straight days! And that's A LOT of farting. Well one second of it would have been a lot! Richard, so did Chris make you fart as well? No Anne Although I think Chris is just a pale imitation of Johnny Marr. Well Chris, statistically you weren't the weakest link in that round - but they think that you came from Idiot Country, and it's the votes that count so you ARE the weakest link GOODBYE! * Chris does the walk of shame (..Inside interview room) Grr I can't believe the amount tactical voting Richard was doing, yet he kept GETTING AWAY WITH IT! The LUCKY BAG, I hope one of them will GET THE MESSAGE next round, and vote him out. (..Back to studio) On to round five team, and so far you have banked the disappointing �220 out of the possible �4000, we're going to take another 10 seconds off the clock and we'll start with the strongest link from the last round, and that's Bob. Let's PLAY.. THEWEAKESTLINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... Start the clock DUM DUM! Bob, in football, the football club Linfield FC is a football club of which Northern Irish city? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, according to a song by Queen what kind of girls make the world go round? A girl like me! The correct answer is "Fat Bottomed Girls" but I'll accept that as the answer, Stuart, what are the answers to the clues to the treasure hunt? Not telling ya. No that isn't the correct answer. Stevie, in the Shakespearian play Romeo And Juliet, Romeo was from the family of Montague, from which family was his lover, Juliet? I know! His lover lies south in the cityyyy! No, the correct answer is Capulet. Richard, Siamese, Persian and Manx are all breeds of what animal? cats! Correct! Bob, St. Anne's cathedral is situated on Donegall Street of which city? Belfast! Correct! Isobel.. Bank! DUM... DUM... DUM DUM! Time's up, team in that round you have managed to bank the ABYSMAL �50 out of the possible �1000. Which one of you thought that there were 6 members in 5ive? Who is too dense for So Solid Crew? It's time for you to VOTE OFF, the WEAKEST LINK! In that round, Bob was once again the strongest link, and Stuart was the weakest link for the first time, will this be reflected in the votes? Time's up, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM --- (..to be continued) Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dafyd2001 at xxx.com Tue Oct 1 18:54:10 2002 From: dafyd2001 at xxx.com (dafyd strange) Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 10:54:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: picnic!!! Message-ID: <20021001175410.51866.qmail@web12808.mail.yahoo.com> hello there chums, as you may or may not be aware tigermilking is fast approaching and me and my trust sidekick have made some arrangements for a little pre-tigermilking picnic! So the plans for the picnc are thus listen carefully and no talking at the back. We will be at GREEN PARK at 2 o clock,and as i've been informed there are loads of exits from GREEN PARK tube,Me and my trusy accomplice will meet all you kids at the main park gates,which are next to THE RITZ apparently,weather its THE ritz or not is another matter but thats where we will be. So GREEN PARK,THIS SATURDAY, 2 O CLOCK, MEET OUTSIDE MAIN PARK GATES NEXT TO THE RITZ,how hard can that be,eh! If people get lost then they can give my mobile a call on 07966286703. thank you and that is is all! hope to see some of you there. D x __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New DSL Internet Access from SBC & Yahoo! http://sbc.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From g.lynch at xxx.com Tue Oct 1 21:08:20 2002 From: g.lynch at xxx.com (Grainne Lynch) Date: Tue, 01 Oct 2002 20:08:20 0000 Subject: Sinister: Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song Message-ID: Yet another reason why Belle and Sebastian are my favourite band: "I always liked bootlegs. If we do a live album maybe we can give it away for nothing." Stuart Murdoch. Currently rocking my world; 1. Jeffery Lewis and The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane. He's a singer/songwriter from New York, and the songs are like weird little stories. I heard The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song on the radio a little over a month ago and totally feel in love with it. The title song is cool too. I think the album is great, it's full of beautiful, slightly crazy songs about all sorts of weird stuff. He did a few gigs in Ireland, at the beginning of August, before I'd even heard of him, and he was supported by The Chalets. Which brings me neatly to the second world rocking thing. I think the Them(e) from Chalets is just the most perfect pop song ever. It's a very funny song about boys not getting laid. So I think you should definitely download it from their website now. Unless you already did (and who would dare disobey the Dirty Vicar) in that case you should listen to it again and wallow in its wonderfulness. It says on their website that they are doing a gig at Strange Fruit at the Garage in London. Is that the same Strange Fruit that's mentioned here, or am I showing how completely clueless I am about the London club scene? Third thing rocking my world: Xfm - Sky Digital Channel 864. I really like this radio station. I think it's because it's so completely shambolic. It makes me giggle and the music's not bad either. I want to work there because it sounds like fun. Fourth world rocking thing: Television Without Pity is bitchy and fun. It deserves to be worshiped. Though it was the bearer of bad news because it was there that I learnt that both Grosse Point and Popular were cancelled after their second series. And that really sucks. I loved those shows. They were really funny and kinda crazy. Fifth thing rocking my world: Sinister!! Because when does it not? It's pretty obvious that I'm unemployed at the moment, isn't it. Gr�inne. ____________________________________________________________ Tired of all the SPAM in your inbox? Switch to LYCOS MAIL PLUS http://www.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ruthmaverick at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 10:15:05 2002 From: ruthmaverick at xxx.com (Ruth Jane) Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 09:15:05 +0000 Subject: Sinister: pale immitations for paul Message-ID: for a change if we are taking things along these lines, I will agree with you jo that there is no comparison to be made between the butterflies and b&s, but for all the reviews and the spell I fell under at the gig, I think they are average. for me they created a magical atmosphere with sub-pavement tunes and a lot of charming conversation. sorry. but listening again, there is little there to be proud of. I dont think this is the opinion of a smiths-style dreamer, just someone with an ear for a tune. Like all unique musical happenings, like the beatles or what have you, of course people compare new bands back to great bands like B and s , but I think this is cos when you hear something you cant quite expalin the easiest thing is to relate it to other things a la "b&s or divine comedy ish yet with a jarvis cocker-like singer and something like Tortoise clapping?" (the chemistry experiment.. ??? anyone)??) its also possibly because bands like B and S have influenced a lot of people since they rose to 'fame' and no dount more bands with a b& s edge will come to the fore with time as the influences filter up to the surface. I reckon it takes a few years to filter though , so jo you may yet have to deal with more of this - but rather than blind comparisons made by b&s lovers, I think they will probably be realistic. and when I think of various fan type groups B&s fans are seemingly extremely open to new music. Once into meandering jazz/ nu-metal / steeleye span, always... rx >From: Jo tomas >Reply-To: Jo tomas >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: pale immitations for paul >Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 01:55:03 -0700 (PDT) > >Paul Healey saw Tompaulin and thought they were a pale >immitation of you know who. Who would that be Paul ? >The Jesus and marychain ? I love belle and sebastian >but I really don't see the comparison. You see I also >love Tompaulin and I love The Butterflies. I think >that you were at a different concert. > > >"tompaulin tonight are noisier and more assertive than >we remember them. From the Mary Chain bassline in >Carcrash to the drenching feedback at the end of Swing >Low Stuart, the band match sweet vocals with barbed >guitar noise and exchange confession for >confrontation." sounds sxp > >The Butterflies of Love were also magnificent. They >have also been tagged with the Belle And Sebastian >comparions, though not by you Paul! They are a noisy >feedback band. It made sense to see Tompaulin and The >Buterflies Of Love together. I wory that Belle and >Sebastian are becoming our Smiths. >By this I mean that new bands are stifled by imposible >comparisons they can't live up to and that there is no >room for any serious discussion on the merits of >recent work. > >anyway > >joxx > > >===== >small town night club over a pub/girls in make up thicken the blood > >__________________________________________________ >Do you Yahoo!? >New DSL Internet Access from SBC & Yahoo! >http://sbc.yahoo.com >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 10:47:09 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 10:47:09 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Happy Birthday Ll Message-ID: Today is Llaura Llew's birthday and it is raining. And I haven't yet sent her a gift. Which, I suppose means I am not really her BEST FRIEND as someone once claimed, shortly before I threw him off Brighton pier. Today is also a day I will go to work at the bookshop to battle my nemesis, my arch enemy that is my fat arsed colleague. I can't decide the tactic I should use: rude; off-hand; or so nice she wishes I would just go away and leave her alone (which I would happily do). Either way, I will beat her! I will overcome! I have become an old lady who goes for long country walks on Sunday afternoons with sandwiches and a thermos of (decaf) coffee. And I heartily recommend it to everyone. Especially if you go home to play scrabble, then drift off into a little nap. I know that, as a young lady, I should be out causing trouble, drinking absinthe and indulging in casual sex, but it all just seems so.... troublesome. I'll leave others to do that instead. In fact, you can all do it on Saturday night at Tigermilking. Oh, on a tangent, has someone mentioned Tiger Milk wine on the list before? I saw some in the corner shop. It's "sweet wine", and at �5.99 for a litre, I hesitated. I don't think it would rock my world really. Just my guts, I think. I'll be Tigermilking, but shan't be picnicing, as I will be in combat at the bookshop until 5 o'clock. Then, and here is a measure of my dedication to Mark Cassarole and my dancing feet, I shall jump straight on a train and come down to London. I hope to find y'all in a pub with a gin and tonic waiting for me. I never reported back from Red Knicker day. It was great, we were great, our underwear was great. Oh, and it's all true what they say about Mandee May. Except for one thing: we are NOT the same person. Neck scarves never look that good on me. Love Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chris.haynes at xxx.uk Wed Oct 2 12:03:49 2002 From: chris.haynes at xxx.uk (Haynes, Chris) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 12:03:49 +0100 Subject: Sinister: milking the tiger dry Message-ID: 'i heard a rumour about tigermilking i marvelled at what it could be and what to bring images of drinking and dancing enter my mind and i begin to think of what i might find so i decided to post on this sinister list to see if some kind person could give me some information' and it was going so well too... nevermind. so can anyone fill me in? thanks, chris. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 13:11:54 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 12:11:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: cocks in the tow Message-ID: Jolly good. Tesco never ceases to amaze me, I was having an absolutely terrible day yesterday and then I went to Tesco and I was happy again all because I got myself a bargain on Chicken Thigh. Is today really Laura Llew's birthday? I thought it would have been something like that, in London we celebrated today by giving all the Underground train drivers a day off, I personally walked several miles to go to work this morning in honour of Laura Llew. Because I'm nice like that. Is there anyone on this list whose job is a train driver for the London Underground? I sincerely hope that you are enjoying your day off today. How do I apply for the job? I've looked on the website and there was absolutely no information on a career as a Tube Driver.. did I just not dig deep enough? They should play B&S on London Underground trains, it'll make it a better place. It was nice the last time they were on the Tube. Although really the trains are just a pale imitation of a can of tuna, with someone sitting on the front of it getting paid a lot of money for pushing a little stick. Speaking of bland B&S copy bands, have anyone seen a band called the Red Bull Dozers? They ripped off B&S from top to bottom, and that's a very big bottom. They used to have a website too, but it's closed at the moment due to lack of canbebotheredness, but they're actually quite good, despite being a pale imitation of B&S. To be honest I'd much rather want to see a B&S imitation of Pele. Apparently riding on city buses for a hobby is sad, well it's even sadder when you want to get on a bus and none of the bus drivers will fucking let you on because 50 people jumped your queue. Tonight if I can get home quickly - which I won't - I'm going to Tesco again, because today is shit already, and look you're reading this. Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 14:33:00 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 13:33:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: cocks in the tow In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Is there a tube strike? Ah, the joys of working at home. I read a great thing on the Guardian website the other day, where one of their writers said it would be better if the London Underground strikers took their lead from striking unions in Sweden. They turn up to work as usual, but refuse to charge anyone. I imagine the tide of public support would turn in a second. x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 13:55:29 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 13:55:29 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: TIGERMILKING plus other snippets In-Reply-To: <200210021212.NAA02755@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20021002125529.77294.qmail@web10406.mail.yahoo.com> TIGERMILKING Will be happening this Saturday 5th October, downstairs at Bar Oporto, Covent Garden. There is one important change to my last email, though - things with be starting at SIX PM, and finishing, a la your local, at ELEVEN PM. This is due to an unfortunate problem with licencing laws. However, all it means is you can have F!U!N! earlier, then move on to your second-favourite club du choix afterwards. Hope that's okay! Anyway, Bar Oporto is a helpfully unnamed (but, I believe, black in colour) bar on the corner of Endell Street and High Holborn in Covent Garden. This map roughly points to it: Fun and dancin' will be happening downstairs, which you get to by going down the flight at the right hand end of the bar. It'll cost £4, or £3 concs and flyers. There'll be a selection of fantastic DJs, many of whom are much loved of this ol' mailing list. And the lovely Daf has organised a picnic beforehand too! Aren't you the lucky ones! Newcomers are more welcome than ever, and if anyone needs info or help, please email me at this address. It'll be a great laugh, so do come along. Thanks to Ian and others for props :) See y'all there, Mark xxx **************************************** belle & sebastian ~ le tigre ~ beach boys ~ destiny's child ~ the white stripes ~ the smiths ~ madonna ~ looper ~ dressy bessy ~ moldy peaches ~ orange juice ~ s club 7 ~ aislers set ~ stereolab ~ magnetic fields ~ serge gainsbourg ~ st etienne ~ strokes ~ miss dynamite ~ camera obscura ~ mis-teeq ~ and many more ~ **************************************** __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 13:56:26 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 13:56:26 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: TIGERMILKING plus other snippets, part two In-Reply-To: <200210021212.NAA02755@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20021002125626.79947.qmail@web10404.mail.yahoo.com> well duh. I forgot the URL for the map to Tigermilking: http://www.streetmap.co.uk/newmap.srf?x=530134&y=181288&z=1&sv=530250,181250&st=4&ar=Y&mapp=newmap.srf&searchp=newsearch.srf Sorry about that. See you on Saturday!! M xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 14:54:58 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 14:54:58 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Anonymity is difficult Message-ID: <20021002145458.A4814@candle.btinternet.com> Music is wonderful. That's why we're all here, isn't it? Because music - selected music, at least - is wonderful. I can't listen to music at the moment. And that sucks. First, my CD player died a death and started refusing to do anything. It sulks, and that's all. Next, the CD drive in my computer started to do the same. At first it was fine with music but sulked at discs of data. Then, it was OK with well-produced tasteful indiepop but turned its nose up at anything it thought was a bit avant-garde. Now, it refuses to do anything at all. Occasionally, it goes *clunk* or *whirr* and makes the rest of my computer rather puzzled. It refuses to do anything constructive, other than print log messages like: "ATAPI unrecognised command. ide0 reset success." and so on. This is all a bit of a problem, because music - as I've probably said before - is wonderful. When I'm at home I have to make do with mp3s. These would be fine, but for my computer being rather old. It can cope with them fine, as long as I just sit swinging my head from side to side. If I try to do anything else simultaneously, it isn't happy. I click on a link in my browser window, or try to write a new email, and the music breaks up with crackles and fizzes. "If you want me, bzzzk you knnnnn [pause] ow wh [crackle] ere bzzzzzz I am, I saw your aaa aaarm bzzp crrrk sin a drrrr r r chhhrk eam" So, I was at work one day. The Boss says: "We're getting the builders in. There might be some noise." And they come, the incompetant lot, and they *do* make a lot of noise. "Aha!" thought I. "I have to have something to distract me from the drilling and hammering!" I told The Boss. "I need music!" So, now, I take a pile of CDs along to the office every day. Music is back again. Every day, whilst I busy myself with selling Scottish tat to idiots and people with no taste, I can listen to wonderful tunes and cheer myself up. When I'm along in the office, I can bop along and tap my feet between taps on the keyboard. I'm in the office on my alone a lot, because The Boss likes to go upstairs and plan his big break into the TV industry. I tap my feet, sing along and pretend I'm coding. And it's wonderful. Sinister meta-discussion is, of course, banned. Don't Do It, Kids. If you want to discuss anything that you think I'm meta-discussing, do it in private. There are often a lot of meta-discussion things I want to say, but don't, because of this ban. I often want to say "For the gods' sake, shut up about politics already," but I hold my tongue. In any case, I'm never sure of the etiquette on that sort of thing. If someone writes something you don't like, is it OK to write them a polite note and say so? Surely it's just better to try and write about The Right Sort Of Thing yourself instead. And what if they're doing it anonymously? What if they're trying to do it anonymously, but it's really easy to work out who it is - do you admit to them that you've found out? Or what if someone who is normally really lovely, who writes wonderful things, writes something occasionally that you find irritating? What's the etiquette then? If it was someone lovely trying to write anonymously but failing and being irritating too, I hate to think what all the possible permutations would be. It would be far too complicated for me to work out, certainly. That's probably why meta-discussion is frowned on, so we don't all tie our brains into knots every week. (of course, sometimes it's easy. When someone posts a badly written, badly spelled, badly punctuated rant, full of cliquey phrases like "my friends, who i'm not going to reveal the name of because it makes me sound more popular", then you know they're a twat. And if you knew they were a twat in advance anyway, it's even simpler.) Incidentally, the builders at work are *so* incompetant that one of them nearly managed to make the building fall down yesterday. Fortunately, we noticed the cracks appearing in the walls just in time. I'm not going to post the whole long story here, but it's on my website if you're really bothered. http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ The etiquette thing is a bit similar to friends in bad relationships, now that I think about it. What do you do when someone lovely, who you want to have the bestest of lives, starts going out with someone who is an absolute twat? I mean, what do you *do*? Do you drop subtle hints in the hope that they will notice? Do you tell them outright in the hope that even if they don't talk to you afterwards they might at least listen and save themselves a lot of pain? Or do you just stand back and try not to cringe too visibly? My brain is melting again. The etiquette on people who plug their website in the middle of Sinister posts is obvious, of course. You give them a good spanking. No, please, I *insist* ;-) In other news, a girl I went to school with has just been sent to prison. She's been sent down for 30 months for heroin dealing. I didn't get on with her especially well - she came from a different village to me, anyway - but we shared a few classes and I knew her after a fashion. I remember when she got her naval pierced; it was going septic, but she was lifting up her blouse in German class and showing it to everybody, incredibly proud. I think of that, then I think of her now, in prison and trying to survive on her methadone prescription. After that, I want to listen to music again. Music can take my mind off of all that. Music's wonderful. xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From adevens at xxx.edu Wed Oct 2 10:37:47 2002 From: adevens at xxx.edu (adevens at xxx.edu) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 10:37:47 US/Eastern Subject: Sinister: edinburgh and me Message-ID: <200210021437.g92EblC11558@college.antioch-college.edu> hi all warmy and fuzzies all around, so.... i'm in SCOTLAND! i got in a few hours ago and i'm at an internet cafe typing this. i'm in edinburgh and i've nothing at all to do soooo, i was wondering if there are any sinister type people who would want to meet a lonely nice lion boy from seattle, i'm here till saturday (then i go to glasgow) and i have nothing at all planned for tonight, tomorrow, or friday. please? :-) arik +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 22:28:42 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 21:28:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Songs for idiots (round 6) Message-ID: (Previously, on Belle and Sebastian on the Weakest link...) Time's up, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM Isobel Richard Stevie Stevie Stevie DUM! Stuart, why Isobel? When I see her out, maybe crossing on the Street - she always crosses the road! oh right.. Isobel, so you're rubbish at navigation as well as general knowledge! Yes Anne. Why Stevie? To be honest Anne I didn't care too much who I voted for just then.. was I wicked? No, just stupid. ... Richard! Yes Anne. Why Stevie? Well Anne I'm a big fan of the Mavericks, and I think ripping off one of their songs and pretend that it was his own was just not fair. mm, well Stevie, statistically Stuart was the weakest link in that round but it seems that they Just Wanted To Vote The Dunce Away! And with three votes you ARE the weakest link GOODBYE! * Stevie does the walk of shame, wandering down the aisle alone. (..Inside interview room) I kept thinking that I knew the answer, somewhere in the back of my mind, but when i found it, it was the wrong reply the wrong kind the wrong way of retorting, wrong time to talk through my behind, wrong brain to have in my mind! (..Back to studio) Round six, we're down to 4 and so far you have banked �270 in the kitty out of the possible �5000, we're taking 10 more seconds off the clock and we'll start with the strongest link from the last round, and that's Bob. Let's PLAY.. THEWEAKESTLINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... Start the clock DUM DUM! Bob, the ill-fated ship Titanic which sank in year 1912, was built in which city? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, in printing, the term Footer refers to textual information, such as a title, date, or page number that is positioned which margin of a page? Top or Bottom? Bottom! Correct! Stuart, what are the answers to the clues to the treasure hunt? Not telling ya. No that isn't the correct answer. Richard, in the popular BBC soap Eastenders, which character is played by the actress Jessie Wallace? Cat! That is the correct answer, Bob, the members of the band Snow Petrol were originally born in which city? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, idioms, something that is of the lowest standard in a group can be described as being at the what of the pile? Bottom! Correct! Stuart! Bank! What are the answers to the clues to the treasure hunt? Not telling ya. No, that isn't the correct answer. DUM... DUM... DUM DUM! The time is up, and in that round you have banked �100, who's lightsabre ran out of battery? Who's derailed their train of thoughts? It's time to VOTE OFF, the WEAKEST LINK! Bob was once again the Strongest Link having banked the most money overall, and Stuart was the weakest link for the second time, will he survive this round of votes? Voting over, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM --- (..to be continued) Ken _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Wed Oct 2 22:48:11 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 22:48:11 +0100 Subject: Sinister: did you ever hear about jimmy two flutes? Message-ID: Dear All i hope this finds everyone well. I am very well and very very tired- till not recovered after a rather large weekend which whilst being large was rather enjoyible. I went to see Ben Folds and The divine comedy in Dublin which was quite good and by quite good i mean blindingly kick you in the crotch spit in your neck fantastic. It was a really entertaining gig despite the fact that ben folds can't play the piano without his mouth being open but i managed to look past that. i can keep my mouth open but i can't for the live of me play the piano so he is at least one up on me. Another purpose of the weekend was to go and watch an australian football match. this has been a rather sport filled summer for me i must confess first the world cup now this. It was quite enjoyible once i got used to rules .one of the best i thought was that you get 1 point for trying to score. I wonder how many points ken chu would have :), it felt a bit odd i was sat in a pub surrounded by australian voices ( it was an australian/ kiwi/ south african bar) drinking australian beer(good stuff actully bby the name of Boag or something) whilst being in the middle of dublin. It was a bit odd. Anywaay dublin gets better every time i go even though i am supposed to offically hate it and all. right content *fumbling around desk and shuffling papers to find some* ah yes ohh wait no i can't find any. OOOh wedding bitch number 3 coming up ( at last the last one) should be quite interesting though the bride and the maid of honour don't talk, the best man hates the bride and the maid of honour won't talk to him because he dumped her so he could stay in london meaning that another one of the brides maid also hate him , it gets better , another bridesmaid ( 5 at last count) hates the bride and is the grooms sister so i hopefor at least 2 bitch fights once the evening starts. However i wouldn't actully be going except for old times sake. the bride and i and her sister and my brother used to be unseperable (or is it inseperable) but mostly for convienience sake. We all grew up ( known each other since before we hit double figures ) but we all grew apart and now laura is fulfilling her lifetime ambition to get married- bear in mind she is 20 which is actully quite sad. she already has the house won't be long till the dog then the 2.4 kids ( she has already named them-those kids are going to get the shite kicked from them in school in the future) a few of us already have a pool of how long it will be till the pitter patter of tiny feet hits a newry house ( and no shoes on cats does not count) i am going for 12 months one of my friends is going for the more optimistic 9.5 months so we shall see. Funniest thing i saw today whilst watching frasier. An advert by Pele talking about the perils of erectile problems ( perhaps speaking from experience and being a new-man etc etc) then the very next advert was one for Gossard underwear- slightly ironic and piss taking if you ask me. Was it meant or was it just a funny mistake? Answers on a postcard to the usual address i apoligies to the normal parties that this mail hasn't been content laden but there isn't really much going on in the b+s world except for a breathtaking appearence on the weakest link DUM DUM DUM plague pestilence and love to all jonathan +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ccscrone at xxx.nl Thu Oct 3 00:29:17 2002 From: ccscrone at xxx.nl (C.C.S.Crone) Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 01:29:17 +0200 Subject: Sinister: bootlegs Message-ID: <008f01c26a6b$874d24e0$46bd6dc2@gafpa> Hi, First I copied B&S cd's. Then I thought that I earned enough so I could afford to buy them and provide the band members with some royalty. But what about the bootlegs? I can decline from copying them, or copy them without paying any royalty, but I can't copy them without infringing the rights of the band. Why don't Belle and Sebastian mention a bank account number and a figure to pay as copyright fee for a copy? It would ease my conscience.... With humility, Scardanelli. PS: it is not that I am against the possibility to copy for free. When I was a student that was my only possibility to broaden my musical horizon. But those days are long gone ("April und May und Junius sind ferne"), and SOME people have to pay in order to let others be able to copy. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From terryunderwear at xxx.com Thu Oct 3 04:36:54 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Thu, 03 Oct 2002 10:36:54 +0700 Subject: Sinister: Guess Who? Message-ID: hello, Guess What? i was just having a look at the results of amy and caitlin's sinister questionnaire, and was aghast by the fact that no-one has nominated Guess Who? as their favourite board game. I'm sure you too are in a state of shock and denial, so click here to see it with your own eyes: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/txt/siniq.html now don't get me wrong, i like scrabble as much as the next person. and monopoly, trivial pursuit and cluedo are all great too. but Guess Who? is better. Guess Why? i was once like you, preferring to play scrabble and monopoly and leaving Guess Who? to gather dust in the cupboard. but then my little brother and I discovered a whole new way of playing Guess Who? Guess When? the year was 1998. i was visiting my family in the south west of WA. it was summer and it was hot. my little brother and i were bored. we decided to play a board game. but what to play?? monopoly and scrabble were both ruled out cause i could beat the pants off him (he was 12, i was 20). battleship? i hate that game (except the noises you get to make when someone hits your ships!). Guess Who? why not! so we played. it was okay. not all that exciting though. the questions become boring after a while - "Are you female?", "do you have brown hair?". but then it dawned on us - this could be a whole lot more fun. Guess How? every time you asked a question that was answered with a no, you had to take a piece of clothing off! (hang on, that wasn't with my brother! sorry). we decided to rule out objective questions. none of this "are you wearing a hat?" bollocks. we began to ask questions like: "do you prefer chocolate ice cream to vanilla ice cream?" "do you prefer cats to dogs?" "have you been married more than once?" "are you gay?" "have you ever been convicted of wilful exposure?" "would you kill in the name of love?" "did you vote for john howard in the last election?" "would Matt (our older brother) sleep with you?" "would you sleep with Maria (the sexy Guess Who? lady who has the green beret type thing on - she is so pretty and intelligent. is it wrong to have a crush on a Guess Who? character?)?" "could you drink 15 beers, spin around 10 times, stand on one leg and sing the national anthem?" (i wouldn't recommend asking this question as you always get a no. unless the other person has picked maria - she can do anything.) "could you make a space rocket out of two aluminium cans, a match and an old washing machine?" (**see above parenthesis**) other questions could be: "do you support america attacking iraq?" "could you name the members of belle and sebastian?" "do you like isobel?" "do you agree with Australia's stance on illegal refugees?" "should belle and sebastian tour Australia very soon?" "are you happy in life?" "are you a lawyer?" you get the picture. it is great fun and very humourous. of course, because of the subjectiveness it is not very often that either of us actually win. but we don't seem to mind. so, to sum up, someone is a big fan of Guess Who? Guess Who? terry ____________________________________________________________ Tired of all the SPAM in your inbox? Switch to LYCOS MAIL PLUS http://www.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brianraindogs at xxx.com Thu Oct 3 14:03:05 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Thu, 03 Oct 2002 13:03:05 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a poem. . . Message-ID: Untitled In the morning, shall you still see so clearly remembering where and how my breath carved your body tased each liberating pore as a bee a sweet flower. Can you know how intoxicating your lips become and how deep down they rage withinn me till burning I cry, The Soul whispers softly another kiss, another kiss. When the heavens shake and shudder the angels longing but one moment Of all these lips have drawn from you Of all your lips have taken from me. Aah, give the Devil his dues without hesitation for Desire arises fast and seeks its mate Upon soft petals I'll lay you where Lavender fills and oevrwhelms beneath the heavens canopy, twinkling I'll take your dream to lay with mine. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From schteddy at xxx.uk Thu Oct 3 21:14:34 2002 From: schteddy at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sam=20Steddy?=) Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 21:14:34 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: An important day! Message-ID: <20021003201434.24345.qmail@web21306.mail.yahoo.com> Please everyone who loves the Shigs and Nintendo go and buy Mario Sunshine. I'm too excited to say anything else. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Fri Oct 4 14:16:54 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2002 13:16:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Robin's Wall of Sound Message-ID: Hello Caitlin said: <> I quite agree. Last night my sideburn sporting Kung Fu kicking housemate was sat watching Sex and the City ("It's not just for girls" he protested) so I went upstairs and listened to the radio. As the final string wobbled and faded on a guitar as a song finished I realised a faint sound of music was coming, one note at a time, through the wall we share with next door. I switched off the radio, lay on my bed, and listened. Slowly, carefully, someone was playing "Ticket to Ride" on a keyboard. Sometimes they'd hit the wrong note, and wander back to the bar before to play it again. Sometimes they'd be confident and play the whole song through. They sounded to be working their way through the whole Beatles songbook. I listened for a while, but it sent me to sleep. Next time I hear them playing, though, I'm going to get out my Casio and join in. Jonathan said: <> S'true, but at least they're doing nothing IN STYLE: http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/240902.html Sam said: >Please everyone who loves the Shigs and Nintendo go >and buy Mario Sunshine. > >I'm too excited to say anything else. I wish he had said something else because I couldn't understand that at all. It did, however, remind me that I need to go to Mario's, the barber down the street, to get myself a haircut. Last time I was there he gave up half way through, waving his comb and scissors in the air and shouting "I am sorry! There is a nothing I can a do with your hair! It is a too curly wurly!!", then sent me home with a smile and a tiny tissue. I hope things go better this time. Maybe I'll get it all cut off. I never know what to say when I'm in the barber's chair. He stands behind with scissors in one hand and a razor in the other and I panic. Usually I just ask for something "not too long and not too short" and, suitably baffled, they just give me the same cut they did last time. I've got the afternoon off and I'm still here at work. Oh, the power of the internet... Robin xxx _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk Fri Oct 4 15:02:11 2002 From: mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Stuart=20"Gold=20Top"=20Murdoch?=) Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 15:02:11 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Stuart's Dairy Message-ID: <20021004140211.20826.qmail@web21509.mail.yahoo.com> Today I woke up at half past two in the morning. There's no chance for a lie in when you have your own dairy. I put on my wellies and walked out into the farmyard. There was a strange atmosphere in the cowshed. The cows looked at me funnily, with anguished expressions. I stood at the gate for a while before I went in, trying to work out what was wrong. Then I realised the strange atmosphere smelled a bit like yesterday's Chicken Korma and noticed Barbara, the youngest, most rebellious cow, standing looking guilty, with a takeaway box hanging off her ear. That one's trouble alright! Usually she's happy sneaking into the the lounge when I'm out in the fields and watching Bargain Hunt, but stealing food is pushing it too far. And I wanted that curry for my tea. I gave her a good telling off. Having such a big bottom means you have a certain amount of responsibilty, as I used to say to an old girlfriend of mine. She was always trumping too. "It was Mick", she'd say. "Mick's not even here" I'd say. "He's hiding" she'd say. Grr... Anyway, with all those fumes in such a small shed, it would only take one cow to get a bit excited and the whole thing could explode. She was a bad cow. I gave her some of the soggiest hay I could find, and she went into a corner and sulked. She won't make me feel guilty, though. Not this time. I'd spent Sunday morning with a spanner and a tuning fork, tightening up Daisy's udders. Now each teat plays a different pitch and if I pull them in the right order I can play the them tune to Terry and June. I sang along this afternoon while I was milking and had a go at playing "Judy and the Dream of Horses." The cows didn't seem to like it, and Daisy shuffled about, causing me to miss a B flat. They seem to have a thing about horses. I think it's an inferiority complex, what with horses having all the fame and fast shoes and funny little men sitting on their backs. Still, I love my cows more than any horse. I love them more than anything, more than my car, my dog, my cat, my rat, my Carl, Brian, Dennis, Trevor, and Al. More than smelly old Isobel. Oh Barbara! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't mean to do bad! Stuart __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From thecatswillknow at xxx.it Fri Oct 4 19:01:42 2002 From: thecatswillknow at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?q?Francesca=20Andreatta?=) Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 20:01:42 +0200 (CEST) Subject: Sinister: Adolescent Song Of Mindless Devotion Message-ID: <20021004180142.80937.qmail@web14809.mail.yahoo.com> Hi sinister, it's been a while since my last post, more than an year i think... in this period i've changed my email address and began uni (i'm in my second year, now) i have nothing b&s related except that i always love them and i've seen them live in april. i have a friend that is called like me and it's the first time for me having a friend with my same name, i still feel strange about it. i'm knitting my winter bag, but i'm not that good, though i find it really relaxing... it's a weird period for me, my head is still on holiday and i waste my time checking my email, but i never receive what i want. it's a bit pointless checking emails every two or three minutes and really disappointing, so i'm waiting and hoping that i will stop. fortunately university started this week, i have new apt mates, we're in five and i'm praying that they won't be sort of dr jekyll and mr hyde people like last year :) i have a new mary lou lord obsession and a lucksmiths one too. last weekend i was in my sister's boyfriend home and oblige him to give me some of his cds=> great thing they're wonderful. hm... it's since june i'm trying to write to sinister and at the end i write this meaningless post... i'm sorry, next will be better i hope love francesca ______________________________________________________________________ Mio Yahoo!: personalizza Yahoo! come piace a te http://it.yahoo.com/mail_it/foot/?http://it.my.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mail at xxx.uk Sun Oct 6 01:23:48 2002 From: mail at xxx.uk (Gordon) Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2002 01:23:48 +0100 Subject: Sinister: all the girlfriends I haven't had pt.II: an A-Z Message-ID: <004701c26cce$a556ff00$c6cf87d9@ivorsserver> *** off topic alert (as per my last post: apologies) *** *** self-indulgent alert -this man should keep quiet*** end of disclaimers A is for Abigail, the girl at the top of the class in primary school. We had the sort of mutual admiration of competitors, except I think she won. A is also for Anna who I went to the pictures with. She had perhaps this passing resemblance to Glenn Close and I remarked at the beginning of *Dangerous Liaisons* that I found this Close woman rather ugly. This didn't go down well. There is another more recent Anna. 'Whatever you do, *don't* flush the loo in the middle of the night because the woman who owns this place really hates noise at night!'. I flushed the loo. Angie, who opens the door to her cabin dressed only in a towel. 'Hi there!' She says with a grin and a wink. She had a higher degree from the Irish Catholic Girls College of Flirting. B is for Bonnie. However, I don't think Bonnie was her real name. She wanted me to take the day off work so that we could go walking in the Hackney Marshes. I went to work. C is for Charlotte. I enjoyed the slight pleasure of wiping some chocolate off her lips in a Turkish ravine, but she was going out with another. She also fancied this mad Estonian bloke, who I suppose had a sort of dangerous charm, especially in caves. I remember this guy enthusiastically explaining to me how he was designing a dairy back home to look like two big tits. C is also for Catriona, who was from the year below but we shared a higher art class. It was reasonably well known that I fancied her but was too shy to ask her out. Still, she indulged my flirting with a sweetness that was fanciable in its own right. Another C is Ceren, who I insisted upon snogging in Belgium. I'd been on a bit of a spree that week and thought I was invincible. We later traded long letters. Long, not as in the number of words but as in extreme length to width ratio. Claudia, who took my arm on the way into Ronnie Scott's, assumed I owned a castle back home and generally made me feel like a movie star. C is also for Catherine. We were at a meeting. I made some comment. She added something vaguely opposite in meaning and we glowered across at one another. For some reason, later that evening, in a bar in the bowels of a converted coal barge, something clicked. The walk home involved a doorway, the middle of the street and some shocked old men as we sat in a late night cafe doing things that didn't have much to do with the croque monsieur and two coffees we'd ordered. D is for Debbie. Two, actually. One was the kind of girl who hung around in different circles in High School but then you meet again, years later, and it's a surprise for each other to discover that, well, she doesn't even mind fiddling with my smelly socks. I always had a bit of a crush on her from a distance, I suppose, and it's not that anything happened on the latter occasion either, apart from the socks bit, and we were both rather pished at the time. Still, it was enough to make one wonder. The other Debbie I've got written down in red biro capitals in a diary entry marked 7th January 1998. I'd obviously written this as I'd suddenly remembered a name from earlier. In another diary I've got a leaf from a willow tree pasted to the page. The leaf is still green and here's her name written down again, with no explanation. Just the name, in the middle of the previous and otherwise blank page. The tree was her favourite one. It's in Islington, just at Duncan Street by the entrance to the canal. I made sure to pick a recently fallen leaf, as it would have seemed to be vaguely violent to pick a leaf off the living stalk. She used to go out with a drummer in a well known rock band. She had a younger sister who was called Hannah, I think, who was equally cute. We all went down to see Shane McGowan at the Water Rats once. Debbie walked me home and we kissed on her doorstep. E is for Elita and Esther. Elita was terribly cool, and Esther was the 10 out of 10 looking violinist in the orchestra. I never got close to either, except for when the former yawned at my camera as I took a group shot in Canada. Last I heard she was going out with a chef . E is also Eli from Bergen, who I whiled away some time with in Brussels Airport which is, otherwise, an extraordinarily boring place to be. And for Eva, but I'm still in touch with her. She is now married to a German. F is for Fiona. There are three Fionas. One of them called me a sex object after I went skinny dipping in the Atlantic one night, but then it was rather embarrassing because I decided to visit her at her flat one day and she offered me a mug of tea. It was valentine's day and her boyfriend was coming round. I hung around long enough to say hello to him then made my excuses. I went shopping for hotpants in Istanbul with another of the Fionas, 'Oh, what do you think?' she says, ripping the changing room curtains back and swivelling her hips. 'Erm... nice.' G is for Georgina. One of my best friends from school knew her family, so the three of us went to the cinema once. She was a boy's sort of a girl; wore pass-me down rugby shirts trophy-style, and was extremely popular all round. G is also for Gillian, who asked me out once. I declined. I was still getting over... Helen. I was the new kid in town, circa primary seven and one day an emissary was dispatched to ask me if I'd go out with her. I didn't really know what 'going out' with someone actually meant, but said ok anyway, because she was one of the prettiest girls in the class. At this time I turned down all the invitations to discos I used to get, until my mum found some of them and suggested it was rude of me to simply ignore them. So after that I accepted the invitations, but Helen rarely came along, so I snogged whoever else was around instead. Finding out the facts of life in first year of High School ('Oh *please* let us be the externally fertilised sort!' went my prayer to God, in biology class) put a traumatic end to innocent French kissing because, after all, it was all leading *there*. It also spelled the demise of my relationship with Helen, who found an Older Boy. After this, we both went on a weekend to the seaside with a Sunday School youth group and I spent my time pining over what I'd lost. I is for Ilaria, from Genoa. To be honest I'm struggling with the I's but she appears in two separate occasions in an old address book. J is for Jenny, from Sweden. We sat up all night at the edge of the woods, discussing life, the universe and everything, keeping each other warm 'till the sun rose. We wrote to each other for years after that. I got a garbled message once about her being in London and wanting to meet up, but I got the message too late or something, so I've never seen her again. I've kept all her letters though. J is also for Jane. We were standing outside her digs. She shared a room and it was about 1am. She says 'Shall I walk you back to your room?' 'Oh, but you're just home now, it would put you too much out of your way...' Idiot-moi, it never even occurred to me what she meant. J is also for Jennifer, with whom I was supposed to be organising a softball match amongst some Clerkenwell architecture firms. She was a girl with an attitude and a decidedly weird edge. Perhaps she cultivated it to make her appear more interesting than she actually was, but I still found her rather fascinating, not that I pursued the matter. However, she did seem to go along with me some way, you know when everyone in a group has noticed that two of their party have been in deep conversation with each other for a whole evening, oblivious to everyone else; nod nod, wink wink they go as we get up to leave. K is for Kate, who I was secretly in lust with while I was going out with Helen. We used to walk home from school with each other, along with Helen and Claire and Jill. K is also for Katy. We'd lie on the floor of her apartment, listening to Rachmaninov's Vespers whilst leafing through the pages of a large book of Durer etchings she'd stolen from the Royal College of Art. 'Now Gordon, L*** is coming over. She's an artist and is having some trouble leaving her boyfriend. I'd like you to set her straight, ok?' 'Ok.' Or walking down Dean St. at 11.30am 'Now if you were a normal boy we'd be thinking about going for lunch somewhere like that place over there. But as it is, there's someone in this bar here I want to catch up with anyway, so come this way.' I was flunking work again, but the woman understood. Katy was a goddess. Karen is, I think, the name of the girl I lost my virginity to. She offered me sex lessons in the afternoons after our initial encounter, but I was scared of getting beaten up by her boyfriend who, I suspected, was a bit of a bruiser. L is for Leigh. Back in primary school, she introduced me to the word 'boob tube', which I though was vaguely naughty. She was also cute. L is also for Lauras. High School Laura left for Australia. She returned to the UK for a week and arranged via Jill that I meet her in a certain coffee shop on Monday. I made some excuses and said maybe Tuesday. She waited in the coffee shop on Wednesday, Thursday and on Friday morning Jill passed on the message that Laura was now returning to Australia, hated my guts and never wanted to see me again. I was simply too shy to turn up to what I regarded as a date. It was a pity, being shy like that. Because If I hadn't been, I'd have met her at the coffee shop and I might have turned out a normal adult. The other Laura I never really fancied, but I made more passes at her than practically any other girl, mainly because I was desperate for some holiday sex. We were standing in a group getting our photo taken and she squeezed my hand tightly, which was subtly sexy in a secret sign kind of a way, but by then it was too late and I was no longer interested. L is also for Laetitia from Portland, Oregon. You don't quickly forget girls when you remember them riding beside you on a camel. 'What?' I say, looking at her rather quizzically. 'Nothing' she mutters, shaking her head and grinning. M is for Michelle, who had a gay boyfriend who propositioned me one afternoon as I sat drinking cocktails at the end of an empty Atlantic Bar and Grill in Piccadilly. He invited me over to their sofa. 'Sorry I'm not that way inclined but I wouldn't mind [I turn my gaze to her] ...having sex with you.' 'Ok.' Ah, nice and simple. She worked in the box office of a theatre in the West End. N is for Natalie. The first day she arrived at my primary school she sat at the opposite end of the table. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and the biggest, most cheerful smile I've ever seen, flashing her blue eyes all the while; the only girl who's eye colour I've ever actually noticed, apart from Catriona's (her's were hazelish). I was out for a walk with my mum one Sunday afternoon and there was Natalie, riding around on her bike. She smiled over, put both her legs up on top of the handle bars, and carried on her way free-wheeling acrobatically down the cul-de-sac. Whoar. There is also Nathalie the French au-pair, which would have been nice in theory. N is also for Nameless. I wouldn't say that just because I can't remember their names at the moment that they are somehow less important. It's maybe even the opposite, in a certain way, like in the passage from the *Prime of Miss Jean Brodie* which I'll paraphrase into 'The only reason you keep referring to her by name is because it's the only way you can remember who she is'. Still, for these purposes I'll carry on with the named, 'though I'm banging my head against the wall trying to retrieve certain persons from this nameless category. O is for Orlaith, pronounced Orla. She was a bit of a team with Angie, and had this way of breathing out cigarette smoke (Menthols) so that it would drift slowly past her large, dark eyes, at which point she reminded me of Sean Young in Blade Runner. A bunch of us had gone for a sauna, armed with a litre-sized bottle of vodka. Most of us didn't have any clothes on but she, coyly, kept a towel wrapped around under her arms. Until she got into the shower, however. Then she just had to smile. Somehow then she lost her glacially cool facade and looked nothing so much like a girl that you wanted to hug. However under the circumstances, such a move might have seemed like something of a liberty, so I just smiled sheepishly back. P is for Patricia. Tricia played second violin. Along with Catriona, she was my big crush in the latter High School years. She had the kind of face that I literally couldn't drag my eyes away from. She looked just, so, right somehow. I was completely in love and in lust in that overwhelming way only adolescents seem to be, when everything like that is happening for the first time. I only ever mustered the courage to talk to her once, even though practically everyone in the orchestra considered my supposedly private yearnings as fair gossip after a 'will he? won't he?' fashion, either helped or not by friends trying to 'arrange' things on my behalf. I asked her for a dance. It was one of these slow, cheek-to-cheek dances... I am blustering hopelessly into a conversation about what we've eaten for dinner (she's a vegetarian). 'Argh! My gaucherie oh Lord save me from my ineptitude, I love this girl, make, oh please make my conversation skills improve!' But it was not to be and I never got over my embarrassment. Traumatising, traumatising. Q is for... I draw a blank at Q. Rachael was the daughter of an Australian professor who decided to make money for herself in a daringly controversial way for a girl of her station. Great conversation and wow, she was good at her job. S is for Susann, from Berlin. I leaned over to kiss her goodbye and her lips slipped from my cheek to my mouth but although I liked her a lot, I couldn't say that I fancied her, so I quickly twisted my head up and round to end up smiling at her, then we hugged and I was off. I'm staring at a photograph taken in a restaurant which had a resident storyteller much in the same way that some restaurants have house bands. It is in downtown Teheran, and three girls are posed around a 'hubbabubba' tobacco smoking device. I'm sure one or two of them have names beginning with 'S', but once one starts trying to wrack one's brains it seems as if the mists blow over with ever more soaking density, obscuring the view and blurring the ink. Smiling straight at the camera, very beautiful, with the kind of beauty everyone acknowledges with a mixture of awe and sheer pleasure since it is so clearly beyond that of the common lot... I think her name is Sabadeh, or something sounding like that. Next to her is a girl I actually worked with and knew better, who has the kind of beauty a painter would see, because the bone structure and the eyes and intelligent mouth are all there once one starts to look. She may have been called Shirin, and yet it doesn't seem quite right. Damnit, I've been trying to remember this name for the past half hour. I thought it would come back to me once I'd found the photograph here, but no. T is for Tamara, who later styled herself as Vesna. She sent me a new year's card featuring lots of cigarettes once. Nothing in it beyond that, but she did have style. No, I've never met anyone called Ulla or Ulrika, even if there's a fine Sillustrator going by the former name. V is for Victoria, the first girl I ever kissed. It was in primary two, on Monday morning. I'd seen a film the previous afternoon starring Errol Flynn and had used it as a learning exercise in how to handle women. So Victoria gets up from her desk to hand in her homework. I quickly get up to do like-wise and catch her up about two-thirds of the way to the teacher's desk. I grab her around the waist and shoulders and plant my lips on hers for a lingering embrace. Then I detach myself and continue towards the teacher, who is too shocked to say anything much. At playtime my Action Man arranges to marry her Cindy Doll. Xenia, Warrior Princess,Yvonne and Zoe don't feature in my personal list, yet. Gordon A tree has sheltered one from the storm, but one had better depart swiftly after, lest it start to drip. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From retrosec at xxx.uk Sun Oct 6 12:48:30 2002 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2002 12:48:30 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: idleberry has left the building.. Message-ID: <20021006114830.14366.qmail@web13107.mail.yahoo.com> mornin' kids, just to let you kow that idleberry got fed up of y'all. Seh told me to tell you this. Yu hadn't been adoring her as much as you had previously. Remember when she'd write something, and like, a whole bunhc of you would post, and go "is't idleberry the best?" and sugges her for presidentship (it REALLY happened. Seriously.). Well, you hadn't been adoring her enough of late, so she quit. She left you before you could leave her any more than you already had. You fickle cruel heartless people. She relied upon you for the maintance of her ego, and the adoration of her character. It saved her the hard work of loving herself, to have people to do it for her. Although, it sort of helped. It made it easier when other people seemed to think the same as her. Anyway. Shes gone, off in a diva stylesulk. I'm sure if she had a feather boa instead of a keyboard, she'd flick it over her should,er turn her perfect little nose in the air, close her eyes in quiet indigance, and turn on the spot, and storm off. But its not easy without a feather boa to get the look quite right., I hear she's been shopping for one, for her next diva moment. If you're good, she might slip back though. She might slip back through the door, looking sheepish and hping you won't notice, but that you'll have missed her presence at any rate. Meanwhile, I am here. Thank you for your attention. Love, retro^sec (secretary to idleberry, keeper of the ego) ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bellezc at xxx.com Mon Oct 7 12:45:17 2002 From: bellezc at xxx.com (zoe charaktinou) Date: Mon, 07 Oct 2002 11:45:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Leeds anyone? Message-ID: Ahoy there... erm...I know I have asked this before but thought I'd try again: Any Sinister people (...) in Leeds? Just moved here and feel a bit...lonely (awwwww)... OK. Bye! Zoe ----------------------------------------------- " Passivity in life, in politics, is problematic: it means acquiescing to a status quo that damages people along class,gender, racial, sexual and other lines." R. Dyer _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From billrogers_1 at xxx.com Tue Oct 8 04:54:05 2002 From: billrogers_1 at xxx.com (Nathan Reader) Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2002 20:54:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: HB's + small paragraph. Message-ID: <20021008035405.71479.qmail@web14707.mail.yahoo.com> Hi All, Just a quick note to inform you of another couple of birthdays to write in your diary: 1/ My Sister, Clare. (Yesterday (7th October)) 2/ A friend of mine, Alex. (Yesterday (7th October)) 3/ One of the best singer/songwriters EVER!!, Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead, if you are unfortunate enough not to know who he is). (Yesterday (7th October). Well, there you have it. If any of you get bored, just fly to Australia, and then come to Adelaide, and then come to the suberb Medindie. I'm sure Mum will let you stay for a while. Read you around. Nathan Rupert. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Faith Hill - Exclusive Performances, Videos & More http://faith.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Oct 8 14:46:58 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 08 Oct 2002 13:46:58 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Songs for idiots (round 7) Message-ID: (Previously, on Belle and Sebastian on the Weakest link...) Voting over, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM Isobel Stuart Richard Richard DUM! Stuart, let me guess, you need someone to take some joy in something you do? Aye, and she needs a man who's either rich or losing a screw! Isobel! Yes anne. Why Richard? Well I think someone here's already lost a screw, so I don't really need Rich anymore. Okay Richard, they don't need you anymore, and with two votes you ARE the weakest link GOODBYE! * Richard does the catwalk of shame (..Inside interview room) I'm a wee bit pissed off about being voted out when I'm so close to winning the money, to change my mood a little I'm going to be posing down the pub, I'll be seeing my reflection and I'll be looking slightly rough, and by the time I'm sober I'll have forgotten what I've had, and everybody'll tell me that it's cool to be a cat oh yeah cooool for cattss.... (..Back to studio) And on to round seven, you have now got �350 in your kitty out of the possible �6000, we're down to 3 and we're going to take 10 more seconds off the clock we'll start with the strongest link from the last round, and that's Bob. Let's PLAY.. the WEAKESTLINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... Start the clock DUM DUM! Bob, Michael D Hurley is the mayor of which city in Maine, USA? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, Richard Richard and Edward Hitler were two characters in a Comedy Show called what? Er.. um.. The Twee Rabbit Fun Show! No the correct answer is Bottom. Bob, famous photographer Bob Webzell has a photo entitled the what bike? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, according to one of the slogans of the hit TV series X-files, the Truth is where? I know! The truth awaits me, but still I hesisitate because of fear! No, the Answer is The Truth is Out There. Stuart, in business, the term used to describe procedures within a firm that enforced the non-disclosure of information between departments in a firm, typically to prevent illegal use of insider information is what? Not telling ya. No, the answer is Chinese Wall. Bob.. DUM... DUM... DUM DUM! The time is up, and after voting off six SUPPOSEDLY weaker links, you have managed to bank absolutely nothing. In the next round whatever money you bank will be trebbled and added to your total, so there's potentially �3000 up for grabs. Who's going to help you bank this money, who's going to leave with nothing? Have the COURAGE to VOTE OFF, the WEAKEST LINK! Bob was once again the strongest link, Isobel was the weakest link, but in this critical stage of the game who is going to get the votes? Voting over, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM --- (..to be continued) Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hobart at xxx.uk Tue Oct 8 22:20:30 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2002 22:20:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: subject - that's very demanding, isn't it? why try and encapsulate a whole array of thoughts into one succinct sentence, when to do so will inevitably compromise the integrity of what you were trying to say??? i say, fuck and screw the subject fascists! Message-ID: <000001c26f10$bab85e40$b7a8193e@default> now i know how joan of arc felt. now i know how joan of arc felt. kind of hot around the arse and a little bit sweaty. damn those nylon knickers! hello, my dears. its been a funny old funny old, hasn't it? we have chickfactored, some of you have tigermilked, and some more of us have picnicked (a big HRAY and thanks to those of you who turned up to saint james's park on a sunny september day. i won't report back. the joy was just in being there, it won't carry over into print). so far, i have yet to read a report of the chickfactor ball. i might attempt one at the end of the mail. (note added later on: for those of you who are going to read this for a review, don't bother, i didn't write one. sorry, n all that. perhaps you could read it anyway, if you feel that way inclined. you might learn something. then again you might not but HEY the world is full of fucking risks, okay, you don't take risks, you don't LIVE...) ------ err...where was i? oh yes: these dark nights encourage introspection. the window pane throws up an artificially illuminated me. suddenly, i stand between myself and the outside world, seeing myself translucent, and spectral, surrounded by the softness of night. there's a strange sort of magic there. in the window pane, and behind it, in the darkness. is it that i believe i could lose myself in the night? wander out into it, sink into it, feel the comforting absence and obliterate everything but the air flowing in and out, in and out..? maybe. but, as the buddha might have said: 'cut the sentimental claptrap, anscombe, its fucking boring' this is what i'm doing tonight - i'm staring out of the window at a flickering silhouette. a nun, raising a hammer and letting it fall- an image thrown by candlelight onto a frosted glass window, a woman at work. a work in construction. i wish i knew what she was doing.. that fucking nun is up to something.... i came across her a few weeks ago, and i told her she could live in my shed. from what i could tell, she's hiding from someone, possibly the police, possibly some mutant nuns. she did try to tell me, but i was watching 'brum boys bounce best' at the time and i wasn't really listening. i remember it involving lemonfresh toilet duck and some dodgy bodily positions but that's not my sort of thing. leave that to the likes of archel playforth. occasionally, the light of the flame catches the nun's silhouette and throws it into colour. if i squint, i can discern the navy of her habit; the glow of a cigarette; the glittering of a disco ball. yeah, she's got a disco ball. or so i suspect. i haven't seen it. she won't let me into the shed. i've tried to point out that it belongs to me, but this doesn't seem to make any difference. says my essence will 'pollute the aura of tranquility and the spirit of diligence that fills this once unholy cesspit' i think she found that severed head under the floor. i DID try and explain that.. anyway. i've asked sister janice (that's her name. a stupid name, if you ask me, but the only time i pointed this out she threatened me with a chainsaw) what she's up to. i was DEAD subtle and everything... me: 'hi. i'm just bringing you a cup of tea, and looking at my garden. i'm not trying to look through the windows, or spy on you, and i'm CERTAINLY not going to run at you when you aren't expecting it, and try and knock you out of the way. are you having a nice day?' sister janice slejj: 'yes. thank you. i'm not very busy. not doing much. not building anything. definitely not building a space-rocket, or anything like that. i'm just being a nun. a quiet little nun. with no plans to raid your house for components when you aren't there, because that would be dishonest. and i'm not. dishonest, that is. i'm not dishonest.' she's a fucking sly one, that one. i have no idea what she's up to. i tried to run at her when she wasn't expecting it, and knock her out of the way, but she seemed to have guessed my Clever Trick (i wonder if she has been reading my 'Ian Book Of Clever Tricks'? dammit, that was the BEST ONE!). and when i recovered from the blow to the head, she was back inside, doing whatever she is doing. ------------- usually, i'd find other things to interest me, but my jeff stryker dildo appears to have gone missing. a lot of things have lately. sister janice says she suspects i have Very Big Mice, and that i should leave a block of the finest jarlsberg outside my house every morning, to tempt them away. weird. every morning the jarlsberg is gone, but still the mice steal things. i haven't seen one yet, but i'm pretty sure they're there. watching me. perhaps i should tell you about other things. okay, here's a brief synopsis: 1. i have drafted a letter to the polyphonic spree. i have told them i am excellent at playing the maracas, and would welcome the chance to travel continents in a white robe, singing to all and sundry. i am sure they will write back soon and invite me to join 2. i have been completing the rough copy of my book: 'evil space-aliens are watching us, and they plan to suck our brains out with their nasty sucky sucky ooh nasty brain sucky tentacles'. one should keep titles short, and to the point. see how i do it? some of you could learn.. 3. i have come to the conclusion that belle and sebastian may not actually exist, and that they're a Clever Trick (a Clever Trick NOT in the 'Ian Book Of Clever Tricks', which makes it a Very Clever Trick Indeed), an illusion manufactured by certain members of this list who work for the brain sucky nasty ooh sucky sucky aliens to get together certain intelligent, articulate members of the species and use their powers for evil purposes. more of this in later messages. it may be dangerous to let them know i suspect them at this point.. and one should be very certain before throwing accusations, or resorting to violence 4. i have sent archel playforth a letter bomb, as she is clearly an Agent Of Destruction working for... well.... best not to say, just yet. oh, and i went to the chickfactor ball. but perhaps the review should wait. it doesn't want to be here, not tonight. its happy to stay in the back of my head for a while longer. take care. the truth is out there. but probably not where you're looking. xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lucyalder at xxx.com Wed Oct 9 16:22:56 2002 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2002 16:22:56 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Chickfactor, Glasgow meet-up and general smuttiness Message-ID: <20021009152256.45690.qmail@web14206.mail.yahoo.com> Dear old Sinister, YouÂ’re looking well. No, really! I notice a flush in your cheeks. Who wants to know the gossip from the Chickfactor Black & White ball, then? I suppose, seeing as nobody else can be arsed, I ought to oblige. What a chore, eh? Ha! Of course not! HereÂ’s the goss: Sinisterines past and present in attendance were Me, Ally Cook, Nal, David Moore, Sally Moore, Pam Berry, Steady Mike, Stevie T, Tim Hopkins, Ben Apps, Rachel Sunnyset, Stefano, BG Ian, BG Mark, Michael Grant, Gav Dunbar, Sarah Dorman, Starfire Dave, Carey Lander, The Pinefox, The Gingerfox, Andy Dean, Beth, Liz Daplyn, Robster, Ken Chu, Martin, Matt, Rich and the inevitable tons of people who are probably my best mates but I still canÂ’t remember them. So I guess you can see how it was that we practically filled the hall with just us. Phew! Bush Hall was extremely elegant – rose lighting on the stage, chandeliers over the audience, lots of red velvet just dreamy. I could have danced all night had the floor not been carpeted. Never mind, we sipped our drinks most delicately and crossed our ankles and sat and listened very politely. Mummy Honey would have been proud. And, of course, there was plenty to listen to. In fact, eight bands who were all very, very, very good. I only dared go to the bar between acts for fear of missing something, so ended up fairly sober (not such a bad thing seeing as I was also fairly skint). My favourites? Hmm Camera Obscura were deserved headliners on the first night –I think they were what one might call ‘tightÂ’. They played tons of new songs but nobody felt cheated because they were so *good*. And Carey sang! Pipas, who provided Ally and me with board and lodging for the weekend, were also fabulous. I notice their website has some downloadable stuff: http://www.plumasbouncer.com/llc/index.php The best band of the weekend, though, were the Pines who made several of the audience *actually cry*. Can you believe it? Words really canÂ’t describe how they were, so I wonÂ’t try. I just hope they come up and play in Glasgow soon (hint). OK, will that do? Now all that remains is for somebody to spill the beans about Tigermilking. Who witnessed dirty dancing, snogging or hands down pants? Now, onto other important business. Seeing as Paul Ginger Fox (and others from London?) will be in Glasgow this weekend, we really ought to get together, oughtnÂ’t we? So, on Saturday 12th October, we will indulge in a picnic-stroke-pubnic. Incidentally, anyone who wishes to stroke me will have to ask AllyÂ’s permission, but IÂ’m sure heÂ’ll oblige. After all, he has previously offered my breasts to Starfire Dave. We meet at the Tap at 2pm. It is a short walk from Hillhead station or Kelvinbridge or the city centre and has (a) pool tables, (b) quiz machines and (c) comfy sofas. These props will enable you to (a) show the person you fancy how to hold a cue correctly whilst leaning in, blowing in their shell-like and frotting gently, (b) win enough money to buy a bottle of wine, cf. Ailsa Watson and (c) fall on something squashy and non-bruising when you are too drunk to stand. At approximately 8pm, you* will remove to the Pewter Pot, on North Woodside Road, just up from Kelvinbridge, to continue your drinking in closer proximity to The Winchester Club (yes, I confess, this is a ploy to get attendance figures up, ahem). From 9pm, the Woodside Social Club, just along the road from the Pewter Pot, hosts our fine night of bands and dancing. Be there or be square, darlings. Smut, check. Wanton self-promotion, check. Content, er Juicy Lucy ps. I might possibly be able to offer a bed to members of the Edimbourgeoisie - email me if you want. Also, email me if you're not sure where the Tap is or if you're a scaredy cat and need my mobile number. *somebody else will have to organise this bit – I expect to be running around with a frantic look in my eye brandishing electrical tape and lollipops at this point. ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com Thu Oct 10 12:27:21 2002 From: paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com (Paulo Stinsoni) Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 11:27:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Northern souls Message-ID: Hello, It's my first post to this group, so be gentle with me. I've read/forwarded/deleted lots of your emails and ramblings so it's your turn to fiddle with my bits (data bits of course) in your own personal way. Now, I just wanted to know who out there is a north eastern sinisterian. I often feel on my own in Darlington, oh I do have friends, but not with the same love of things sweet. Anyone out there from the north east? Another question too. Anyone remember a band called Strawberrry Story? Must end there and get back to work. There will be more posts though, just you wait and see. Bye then Paulo _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jayeckard at xxx.com Fri Oct 11 05:55:23 2002 From: jayeckard at xxx.com (Jay Eckard) Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2002 04:55:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Steptoe never had it so good... Message-ID: Hey Sinister folk... I decided, for a change, to stop standing quietly in the corner and actually be noticeable for a few minutes. It's been rough for me lately. Over a month ago, I with no warning, lost my job and my roommate. I've spent the last few weeks desperately searching for both and being largely disappointed. For a few days, I got a job at a posh French place, but they didn't like me and sent me along. But now, I've got a little job at a market, but the next little while will be tough as I pay back all the bills I've accrued. And I found a new roommate I quite like. So I'm happy. Or happier, rather. If you've never been skint/unemployed, it's quite odd. You'd think it's all easy, being on the dole and looking for work. But really, you stamp around quite a bit, and have to smile so much it all goes fake after a while. And it's much more difficult to be fake. You calculate all the time how much you spend and how much you've got. You pawn stuff to pay the bills, so you decide what's really worth keeping and what's going away forever. Really, I'd rather just work. If you're really lucky, you've got people about to make it better. They listen nicely as you bitch, which really is great (you know who you are). Other people are quite nice and buy you drinks (how I wish I knew more of these). If you're smart, you find things to do. Like write book proposals for BBC books or cook shortbread cookies. Or even be a disc jockey. I have done all these. It also brings me to something close to a point: New Music. I always assumed I'd hear about the new Reindeer Section album, Son of Evil Reindeer, here. It came stateside a few weeks ago, and I've not seen anyone mention it. I think it's quite good and recommend it. People seemed to like it when it was on air. Comment as you'd like. There's also a new album out that I'm crazy about. It's by a group called Irving, called Beautiful Ideas. It's five singer/songwriters who've always worked alone jammed together. The resulting disk is wildly disperate in styles, but each piece is great. The track "Did I Ever Tell You I'm in Love with Your Girlfriend" is particularly grand. And then there's always the old standby of Sergio Mendes and Brasil 66 (or 67 or 68 or 69...) for those who like Jose Feliciano. Check out their version of Fool on a Hill or Scarborough Fair from their album called Fool on a Hill (yes, it is a good Beatles cover). So yeah, l'Autre Jay -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stephanowic at xxx.it Fri Oct 11 09:33:46 2002 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2002 10:33:46 +0200 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?A_particle_in_the_box.?= Message-ID: Dear Sinisters I´ve been spinning all around some European countries lately, mostly because my institution is quite prone to send me to away towards partners and play around with the other people machine. I´m suspecting they are quite happy, indeed, when I´m not around walking like a peasant through the corridors and eventually eating yellow pencils. I´m also suspecting their real aim is to use me as a secret weapon to undermine the ongoing other group super secret research: just placing a nightmare of a half-a-mess and half-a-theoretician element, what an awful blend, in someone else´s instrument rooms...mhmmh... I shall start considering this option more seriously and try to find a way to escape my next supposed-to-be-destructive expedition, which might eventually be directed towards Germany. Considering previous journeys that make it quite a round trip along an almost closed ring through, Italy, France, Holland, Great Britain and finally Germany, which can eventually provide the chance for a full electronic delocalisation over the continent. At the recent St. James factor picnic, in between the Chickfactor gigs, while having a roasted chicken [what else for the chickfactor... of couse vegetarians were dispensed and could have quite an amount of apples&plums] someone, I can´t remember with which intent, mentioned the Heisenberg´s indetermination principle* and the "cat in the box". I actually think it is Liz fault, but that eventually triggered me to give a kind of explanation, which is a vain effort, firstly because I am all but good in explaining things, in general, secondly because actually none really bothered to know what the hell and indetermination principle could actually be. I think the cat in the box is still the better approximation to an intuitive understanding. Nonetheless this principle can be actually be made rather trivial as it says that you can´t know the energy of a particle if you know it position and viceversa , if the particle mall enough. Considering I am probably not small enough to be considered a particle, classical Newtonian mechanic can be more readily applied and hence related energy and position being rather predictable, on the basis of {increasing} weight and {decreasing} strength applied to by what used to be a muscle- skeleton system. O the other hand if I put an eye back on the calendar it turns out that the position is not actually that predictable as it was supposed to be, therefore giving some support to the idea that the statistical approach should probably work a bit better. In turn it means that, considering geographical delocalisation, with a certain probability I can find myself located wherever in the beforehand mentioned countries, suspiciously including the British Channel. I think that is gonna be eventually a bit more problematic, but still, I fear, in principle a well-defined probability. That makes me wonder where is my house Take care Stefano PS: riding on city buses on a tube strike is sad. Here's a prediction: when you have stories to tell, you'll tell them. D.G. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mary_goodshoes at xxx.com Sat Oct 12 09:14:26 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 09:14:26 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "Oh that is so LAME! You will PAY for your use of inappropriate dialogue!" Message-ID: Do you know what's great? Those egg.com adverts where their advice on saving car insurance is to attach a cardboard box onto someone else's car, suggesting you drive around in that instead - thus sparing you of insurance payouts. And your dignity. I heart those adverts. Do you know what isn't great? Gum in Jet Set Radio is not great. She's hip looking, and does this great little dance when you select her, but really, her tagging skills are just ridiculous. And yet, I can't give her up. It's a masochistic love/hate thing. Do you know why New York rocks my world? New York /totally/ rocks my world because: * On cable, they have this insane program called "Undressed". It's all about shagging, and gay footballers and gay chess players and the size of one's package and feeder fetishes. It is, officially, one of the greatest television shows ever. * Those wonderful sinister kids Laurel, Brian and Matt will welcome you into their homes where you will watch the premiere of the new Joss Whedon series, after which they will ply you with sordid gossip and discuss the wonders (disasters?) of nerve dating. * There's this great bar in Brooklyn called Union Pool. It's full of achingly stylish yet completely lovely hep cats dancing to rock and roll. A boy in your posse will win the style stakes by wearing a Paul Frank pyjama top as a shirt and you will steal snapshots of girls snogging in the photo booth, which you will later make photocopies of and stick on lampposts in central London. * Fashion rules NYC. Wake up! The Strokes look is /so/ over. It's all about 1920's lingerie, yo. Also, the trucker's cap is /totally/ in. Muh brethren's attire has finally become vogue. * You and your homeboy stumble across a small park in the centre of Chinatown where old men play Chinese Chess with great ferocity and name calling. Later, we sit at a nearby table and play Go. Slowly, a few of the aforementioned gaming masters come over and watch, shaking their heads and tutting as they figure out my lack of strategy. I refuse to place a stone whilst they're there and my ass gets go-kicked again. But there are turtles in buckets and Powerpuff Girls paraphernalia to look at, so my disappointment is short-lived. * Entering a street festival in Little Italy, your posse will discover a freak show which features the visual delights of: "The World's Smallest Horse!", "The World's Smallest Lady!" and the "Snake Woman!" - The head of a beautiful lady, the body of a large plastic python. It totally rules. * You jump on a random subway train only to discover your carriage has been overrun by a posse of 13-year-old skater homeboys. They're completely hopeless but their enthusiasm for skating up and down the aisle and grinding on the seats is commendable. One of them will declare this the "Soul Train." G and I applaud. * You get to see the first episode of the new series of Buffy. * YOU GET TO BE IN THE AUDIENCE OF THE RICKI LAKE SHOW! Whilst waiting to be led into the studio, one of the show's producers will ask you, "If it's a serious topic, please, whatever you do, don't shout out, 'You big fat bitch! '" Everyone sighs. Once inside, it was clear that behind the scenes was far more entertaining than the show itself, even /with/ the "Tupac is alive" obsessive - "My boyfriend looks a bit like Tupac, but I wish he'd try harder. I dunno, like maybe wear bandanas like Tupac does." During the breaks, Ricki's sidekick Darlene was our entertainment, a lady who proved to be genuinely, insanely funny. And she fell down some stairs in a comedic manner - accidentally! This woman is a genius. Later, the audience erupted into a pop-idol like singing competition to win t-shirts and a boy two rows in front of you will bump and grind his booty throughout the /entire/ show. And then, it was back to London. Which was GRATE! And do you know why? Because it was filled with pub gatherings, and quiz nights, and insider gossip about Angelina Jolie, and realising your celebrity crush now looks like a 60-year-old version of Jeffrey Archer - ugh, and there was picnicking and Tigermilking. Tigermilking was great. I, unfortunately, was a little too inebriated to pay much attention to other people's debaucherous actions, but I /do/ remember that everyone looked gorgeous and the DJs were fantastic. Daphne and Celeste! Dolly Parton! Nelly! Le Tigre! What a fab selection. One might call it eclectic. I'd call it the tits. Isn't this post great? No? Apologies. Miss Marianna Longmire +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brianraindogs at xxx.com Sat Oct 12 12:59:33 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 11:59:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: stevie jackson playing drumchapel this afternoon!!!! Message-ID: this afternoon stevie jackson is playing a few tunes in a marquee tent in drumchapel shopping centre carpark. i shoulda told youse all sooner i guess so i apologise. . . also stevie and struan are hostinga songwriters workshop in drumchapel on wed. ill bring details along with me to the tap later cya brian _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mail at xxx.uk Sun Oct 13 19:29:04 2002 From: mail at xxx.uk (Gordon) Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 19:29:04 +0100 Subject: Sinister: keeping a low profile in a tiny swimming pool Message-ID: <000701c272e6$6a1faae0$cfb087d9@ivorsserver> BLOGS Ok, I promise to put my ramblings at http://www.rouss.blogspot.com/ next time. BOOKS A quiet Sunday afternoon. Autumn is definitely present: mounds of leaves on the pavement to slosh through, a damp but strangely luxuriant-with-scent bite to the air. I've been sitting in Exchange Place in Glasgow, sipping an iced latte amongst the honey coloured sandstone, revealed through arches and over crenellations, past friezes and amongst other intricacies of eclectic Victorian devising, reading Mario Vargas Llosa's 'the Notebooks of Don Rigoberto'. This is, in many ways, a filthy book which I am compelled to recommend, such is the pleasure it is giving me for, amongst the hints of deviancy constructed with such sophisticated eloquence they're impossible to resist (although denial is one of the most refined piquancies on offer) the book is liberally scattered with hilariously illiberal rants against such things as sportsmen, the Rotary Club, nature and sexual determinancy. It's also a handy little primer on the life of artist Egon Schiele. In conversation last night I happened to mention this book and, when I confessed that I'd also just finished Michel Houellebecq's 'Platform', another and now infamously illiberal book of smut and was about to start work on 'Lolita', one might get the impression that my reading material was indicative of someone who's interests were confined to, let's say, only certain areas of life. Far from it. I'm also reading the prison diaries of no, not that sleazy chancer of a politician, but Albert Speer, Hitler's architect and, later, his Minister of Armaments and Production. Having read most of Gitta Sereny's masterpiece 'Albert Speer: His Battle With Truth' I have approached his own diaries with an impression of a man who isn't so much evil as blinded by ambition or more accurately, a devotion to Hitler and his dreams. A man who, initially at least, remained unaware or, more culpably, willfully esconced from the uglier extents of his idol's vision. '...God's anger broke through the clouds, And spilt the cargo for all to see: The fault of the sailor; The fault of he who asks No questions, About the cargo he is carrying' as Daniel Lanois sings in 'Fisherman's Daughter'. There is a certain ghoulish fascination to be had in reading a first hand and vivid recollection of a picnic with the two of them, rug, hamper from the trunk of a large Mercedes and all, one afternoon in the vicinity of Bamberg with Hitler discoursing in admiration on the strategic machinery of the Catholic Church, having just met the abbot of Banz monastery. We are also party to the role call, in the early hours of October 16th, 1946, of the condmned members of the high command. If we are to believe Melanie McDonagh's reading of Sereny's book, Speer would have been amongst them had his biographer been one of the Nuremberg judges. However, according to another commentator it seems that she also developed for him a strong affection, even a love. Speer clearly remained a man, to the last, of estimable charm, and not of the sleazy variety. WINCHESTER Last night a fair number of the Scottish Sinister crew were out at the Winchester club. I was too stubbornly shy to dance. Choosing instead to sit staring smilelessly at the wallpaper was, as I became increasingly aware, a rather stupid move. However, hopeless company 'though I proved to be, even *Caitlin* started to dance, which is saying something, and I spied Stacey in conversation with Stevie Jackson (or which one was it? I can never remember who's who). Ken, as always, was a source of good cheer and I think all in all it turned out to be a pretty fine evening and quite busy for the club. I shalln't mention everyone I know who was there but safe to say one left their company with a warm feeling, which is the making of such events for me. I'll also thank Alley, Carey, Gavin, Lucy, Sarah (alphabetic order, see?) and anyone else who helped organise the event. Someone also gave me a little kiss... when's the next Winchester? Friday 15th November. DRAINAGE Necessity and sufficient dedication to detail can render almost any subject interesting, I contest. After all, how else is work tolerable? Having spent weeks designing the superstructure of a small fitness suite which is to be slotted into what is called 'the beer garden' at a high school in the farthest western reaches of the Glasgow postal district, I have taken some pleasure in offloading certain aspects of the design work to other consultants, namely mechanical, electrical and structural engineers. I also attempted to tease some free work out of a manufacturer of cold formed steel joists, but they deemed the project too finicky and trivial to be worth their attention. Next time I'll append a fictional series of 20 identical bays to the real, complex bit and see if they remain so snooty. Anyway, it was a slight shock to realise that I had to design my own drainage system. However, I'm gradually getting into it or at least figuratively digging around about it in the vicinity of three manholes. One of them, I know, connects to the nearest rainwater outlets. I'm taking the gamble that at least one of the remaining two will take waste of the other sort. Next, I made a rough calculation of the peak flows in order to size the pipe and gradient, specified it to be made of cast iron so it won't break and then drew a little sketch showing said pipe laid in a bed of tamped fill to ensure it's comfort. Above ground, the pipes are connected by various routes to vents and valves to ensure the whole hydraulic system doesn't suck (literally) too much. PLAYLIST As Pete Waterman has recently noted, classical music is full of great tunes. However, classical music has, in turn, been inspired by pop tunes. One such is 'La Follia', which had the whole of eighteenth century Venice rocking, which is kind of apt since it started life as an Iberian fertility dance ( 'La Follia' means 'wild, empty-headed' evidently). Whilst pop makes things shorter, classical tends to prefer the other direction and hence the 'theme and variations' is born. There's a lovely version of this amongst Vivaldi's trio sonatas, but I forgot my CD of these in the back of a taxi once, so here's another version by Geminiani. If it's pure romantic sugariness you're after, look no further than the second movement of Chopin's first piano concerto. Oh, it's so *yearnsome*. I think you might even be able to attempt a sort of waltz to it as well and it has lots of embracing and, if one is in luck, kissing moments in it too. I should request it at next month's Winchester ;) At present, however, this stereo's repeat play function is shacked up to 'I've Told Every Little Star', from the soundtrack to Mulholland Drive. CHEESY SEGUEWAY I'd have to tell the stars through a thick layer of cloud this evening, but it's certainly getting dark enough for them to be coming out, which inclines me to think I've spent longer that that 'fifteen minutes' again. So I'll stop. Gordon KEEPING A LOW PROFILE IN A TINY SWIMMING POOL The place I was staying last night has a tiny swimming pool reached along an even tinier, to the point of claustrophobic, windowless, basement corridor. As I swam up and down my thoughts were on avoiding bumping my head against it's ends. I didn't get much exercise but I did get a subject line. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Mon Oct 14 14:01:11 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 13:01:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The season has arrived Message-ID: Saturday was too sunny to be true. I should have realised it was just the sun giving a final smile as its nose twitched and it prepared to sneeze. And on Sunday it did. It sneezed everywhere, all over my house and my bike, all over my hood and through the cracked soles of my brown leather shoes. My umbrella got caught by the howling crosswind every time I passed a side street. It blew inside out and I had to drag it back into shape. It flapped limply like a bat with a broken wing and held its course like a bicycle wheel with bent and twisted spokes. All the way home there was a trail of dead umbrellas, abandoned in doorways, thrown into hedges, sprawled in the middle of the road. I honestly thought I'd be swept away and end my days at the bottom of a drain somewhere, drowned and broken like one of those umbrellas. I didn't think the sky had the room for so much rain. Maybe this is just Wales. Don't know. Now all the coal's run out in the valleys perhaps they should work out a way of selling rain somehow. Rain energy? Will that work? We certainly have an inexhaustible supply here. Did anyone see John Otway singing "Bunsen Burner" on Top of the Pops? After Justin Fucking Timberlake and No Fucking Doubt I was beginning to lose the will to live, but then he came on and showed the spirit of Rock 'n' Roll is still alive and kicking. It's a shame it takes a 50 year old bloke with a boney chest to prove it. Well that got me feeling happier again and made me think of Belle and Sebastian's well deserved Brit Award - the last great rock moment - when a trailer came on for a new chat show on BBC2 Wales which is presented by Stuart Cable - you know, the one from the Stereophonics with the big scary perm. It looked dreadful; terrifying even. No wonder it's only on late night BBC2 Wales. That made me feel depressed again so I made myself a milky drink to get over the trauma. Blah blah blah, shut up robin. Anyway, I have a little proposal. Miss Annie Tremp and I will be having a mini Sinister picnic in Cardiff on Saturday, so if any sinisterenes are going to be in the area you're quite welcome to come along. I haven't worked out when or where it's going to be yet, but just send me an email if you're interested and I'll work something out. You may need to bring your wellies, though, or possibly a small boat if this rain keeps up. bye Robin x _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hobart at xxx.uk Mon Oct 14 15:31:12 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 15:31:12 +0100 Subject: Sinister: i lost my shed to a starship trooper Message-ID: <000601c2738e$7b2ea540$4040883e@default> a patch of scorched earth. in films, a patch of scorched earth always means something. if i was fox mulder, and this was the x-files, i'd touch the ash, sniff it, and pronounce it evidence of some government conspiracy. fuck that. i've got all the evidence i need already. the local newspapers have reported mass-sightings of a unidentified flying object over selly oak some time on thursday night. as i headed down to london to see saint etienne (of which more in a later post, i'm sure..), something looking suspiciously like a garden shed lifted vertically into the sky above the fair city of birmingham. and then, it vanished. along, it seems, with sister janice slejj. sister janice turned up a while ago, and i kindly allowed her to reside in my airing cupboard, and then in my shed. now, she appears to have gone, leaving only a hole; a pile of batteries and what looks suspiciously like a bag full of jarlsberg rind behind her. accept it, ian, go with the cosmic flow. it has been that sort of week:- over the past couple of weeks, i've been enjoying what i thought was a lively and interesting correspondence with a texan 243 piece band called the polyphonic spree. today, i received this letter from their management: 'Dear Mr. Anscombe Consider this your final warning, before legal proceedings are instigated against you. Do not attempt to contact my clients again...blah blah blah...inappropriate...blah blah blah...threats..blah..genitals...yawn...witter...witter...do not, and never have, indulge in the type of behaviour to which you refer...blah blah....artists have a right to privacy and entering their homes in the middle of the night, dressed as a frenchman and asking them to feel your baton is a serious contravention of this...blah blah...not as if you can even play an instrument - the maracas really aren't that hard to master...blah blah... nipple clamps; erection; meringue; stimulation of the pancreas.....' on and ON it goes. goodness, some people have NO sense of humour. and, anyway, its not even as if its true..i wasn't dressed as a frenchman, i was dressed as marlene dietrich. some people see a beret and jump to all sorts of conclusions.. under neath ze lamp post by ze da da da.. darling i rem-em-ber the way la la la la.. some artists don't seem to understand that, underlying their worldwide success, has to be some modicum of RESPECT for their fans. its just like the time i stuck my hand down jarvis cocker's trousers in a crowded lift. when you become FAMOUS and a CELEBRITY, you must accept that people are entitled to DO that to you.. and THEN there was the time that... no, enough of past horrors..memories have a way of crashing into each other, don't they? you start off climbing into a seemingly innocuous one, thinking you know where its going, and before long you're involved in a 28-reverie pile-up, buried underneath a multi-layered mash of mental metal. and this is the worst time of year for memories. the darkness, even in the day time, drives us within ourselves. we go inside ourselves instinctively, knowing the darkest days are yet to come and the strength to face it full on has to be sought deep within. this year, though, i'm going to try and smile at the dark, rather than wish it away. it has its own beauty, so much more subtle and fascinating than that of the sun. perhaps that means staying away from memories, focussing on the now. some people would tell you the now is all you've got. but i don't feel like talking about them today. a cold philosophy, that, the idea that the past must die every second. if we don't have the past, we have nothing to build the present on. and everything needs foundations, no matter how insubstantial. if my garden shed had had better foundations, it might not be whizzing around the galaxy right now, with an excommunicated kleptomaniac nun in it. (then again, it probably would. at some point in their life, MOST people will find a member of the clergy stealing attempting to steal a wooden outhouse from them. i'm sure it has already happened to most of you. you've been around.) they know this already, ian, there's no need to tell them. smile at the dark, toss the rejection letter into the bin, plant bulbs in the scorched earth. allow something to grow from the mistakes of the past. i shall start my own cult. we shall wear WHITER ROBES and play BETTER MUSIC than the polyphonic spree. i shall practice looking at my memories, but not allowing them to overwhelm me. i shall look inside myself for strength, not for weakness, and admire the beauty that even bleakness has to offer. and i shall make sure i don't let any more nuns in my house. i hope this will make me happier. have loveliness, my dears xx ian ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Mon Oct 14 18:58:07 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 18:58:07 +0100 Subject: Sinister: New T-shirts, "Max" for sale, Q&A's etc. ... Message-ID: <052301c273ab$4be81ce0$9426fea9@katrina> Hello all, It's all go at Banchory HQ at the moment! Firstly, the brown "Graffiti" logo T-shirts that Chris designed are now in stock - a beige print on a chocolate brown t-shirt in Small, Medium, Large and Extra-Large sizes. Also on the Merchie front, the promised playing cards will be with us shortly - stay tuned for more details soon! You can view and purchase the new shirt online in the "T-shirts and Badges" section of http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Secondly, Stuart is auctioning his beloved car "Max" for charity! The reasoning and spiel behind his decision can be found in the "News" section of the above-mentioned site. The auction is taking place on e-Bay and you can bid online at http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=1777807925 And lastly, Stuart has been plugging on with the Q&A's so there is a second lot of responses online now, along with quite a few diary entries of what he's been up to recently. Keep sending your questions in and please be patient for those who haven't received a response yet! The Diary and Q&A's can be found in the "Writing" section at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Cheers, B&S and Banchory. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hobart at xxx.uk Mon Oct 14 23:15:25 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 23:15:25 +0100 Subject: Sinister: the secret life of umbrellas Message-ID: <000a01c273cf$56222ce0$87a2193e@default> two mails in a day...again. you can blame robin stout. he said the following, and the appalling ignorance behind what he said was something that had to be addressed: >All the way home there was a trail of >dead umbrellas, abandoned in doorways, thrown into hedges, sprawled in the >middle of the road they weren't dead, my dear. they were resting. this is a subject human beings, as a whole, have given very little thought to. c.s.lewis gave away some of the less-subtle secrets of wardrobes; douglas adams has written whole chapters on the secret life of biros; but the (apparently) simple umbrella is ALWAYS overlooked. i shall enlighten you. this is how it works: you never get to see the sunshine. you are shut away from the warm days. they keep you in a Dark Place and, sooner or later, you get used to the dark. its not so bad, nestling away somewhere quiet, left alone, to one's thoughts. you come to enjoy solitude, reflection, perhaps even quiet meditation. one day, you're pulled screaming into the light. they don't give any thought to how YOU might feel about your sudden change of circumstance. one minute you're blinking, trying to let the light in in stutters, wondering what on earth could have caused this sinister development, the next you're thrust up into the air and underneath a cold shower. its a thankless task, protecting and sheltering human beings. you'd do better looking after your own desires, trying to find a way back to that closet, or a spot in the nearest sun-kissed branch of beatties. but, due to your altruistic nature, you do the best you can. you're that sort. you can spend all your life doing this. if you're lucky, when you're old, you'll be retired to the back of a wardrobe and forgotten about, replaced by a younger, brighter and more aesthetically pleasing model. some of the elderly even get a New Life in a charity shop window. for a limited period, obviously. many are not so lucky. they are abandoned. twisted, unhappy wrecks left to rot for the rest of their earthly incarnations of course, there are alternatives for those who are lucky enough to hear about them: the world we see is not the only one. there are many places where it brushes up against the others, places where the veils are thinnest and a cross-over is possible. there are even places where the veil disappears altogether. these we call portals. the portals to Umbrella Heaven are invisible to humans. however, our faithful friends can sense when they are near one, even if they aren't entirely sure what it is they are sensing. has your umbrella ever twitched suddenly, when you weren't expecting it? it wasn't a sudden gust of wind after all, you know. most of the portals are in places where human beings congregate. have you ever left your umbrella in a pub? actually, no, you haven't. it has left you. you didn't care for it. you didn't even care where it was when you weren't trying to get something out of it. and it left you. quite frankly, you deserved it. buses are another favourite. luminaries of human thought, such as stefano santabarbara, may think that riding on city buses for a hobby is sad. umbrella philsophers (quietly spoken and frequently ignored, but none the less real) hold that every bus holds the key to a new universe. sometimes human beings find these new universes on buses. usually, we don't. our more evolved cousins, however, understand that, through a lifetime of patient service and uncomplaining endeavour, combined with conscientious bus travel and a fair amount of luck, one can cross to the Other Side. on the other side... well, it isn't a simple process. firstly, there are the feelings of lack of self worth to deal with. those that have made the journey on their first incarnation are likely to feel this most acutely. those that have endured many lifetimes are usually aware of their own value, though of course they are not conceited about it. after these feelings are purged, the crossing to Paradise can be completed. so..what does Umbrella Heaven look like? i expect you're imagining beaches full of long, thin sun-loungers; parisian-style cafes packed with parapluieieie smiling and waving and looking so grand; self-actualised ex-shelters rejoicing in harmony; eight-pronged wonders skipping naked through fields of waving corn... well, its nothing like that. an umbrella once told me what heaven was like, but it isn't translatable into human-speak. you'd never understand it, unless you already possess the ability to converse with inanimate objects. i know some of you do. i have observed dimitra daisy deep in conversation with a cupboard door. i have watched as jim taylor chatted amiably to a pair of socks....those of you will already know all of the above, and any further explanation is unneccessary. those of you who DON'T know have much to learn. but there's a good place to start. the next time you shove your little friend up into the air (no, hewitt, i'm not talking about THAT little friend) just smile, nod your head and mutter a one-syllable word 'thanks'.... it won't go unnoticed. on the path to enlightenment, nothing does. like the buddha once said, 'there's many a muck makes a mickle'.. peace, my friends. xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Tue Oct 15 17:18:31 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 17:18:31 +0100 Subject: Sinister: I obviously don't love my car after all... Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC641C07@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> The last couple of days have been unreal. Walking round in a daze. Two years and two weeks ago, I was sitting having a beer in Paddy's Bar in Bali. It is no more. Two weeks ago, I was going out for a beer with a couple of people who were about to leave for a round the world trip, starting in Bali. Thankfully they're OK, but it was a close call. Of course, we all know who's to blame (even if certain 'leaders' won't accept their responsibility), but that's for another day. Before long, life for people in the rest of the world will be back to the same as before, just as it was after every other terrorist act in the past. But there are hundreds of people for whom life won't be the same as before. On a couple of other internet groups I'm in, there's been along debate about whether it's safe to leave home any more. To which the obvious answer (in my mind at least) is that around 200 people from Britain alone die on the roads abroad each year, mostly in France and Spain, but that doesn't stop people going. So backpackers will be back on Bali within a month, even if the luxury tourists stay away a bit longer (though they're not as important, since the money they spend goes to big companies who can afford the losses, whereas backpackers actually support the local economy). It doesn't take much thought to realise that the terrorists won't achieve their objectives by this. Which just makes it all the harder to comprehend. In even more earth-shattering news, Stuart Murdoch is selling his car. Apparently you get a free ticket thrown in for every single B&S gig for the next 5 years (so that'll be about 5 shows then). If we all club together, do you think we could buy it for the list? Then for every show, we can drive there in Max. And he'll have to give all 1500 of us free tickets... Is anyone going to be in London this weekend? The world's second best band (probably), The Whitlams, are playing their first ever UK gig at the Shepherd's Bush Empire on Saturday night. Now obviously all people with good taste in music will be going anyway, but just in case, since I'm coming all the way down for the evening, does anyone fancy a beer or two beforehand? Get in touch... Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Tue Oct 15 18:01:13 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 18:01:13 +0100 Subject: Sinister: we don't want to hurt you , we just want to be your friends Message-ID: Dear Belle Well i suppose this probably the hardest letter to write and i should be doing it face to face. I have fallen out of love with you but please don't blame yourself-it is me with the problem. 5 years is a long time to be blindly besotted with someone but i woke up a few days ago and realised i loved you just wasn't in love with you. it is time for us to move on with our lives but do you mind if i continue to see your friends? i actully like them now more than i like you yours etc hello all i hope this finds you all in fine fettle. I for one certainly am . Just an overwhelming feeling of good- maybe karma is coming back to me after biting me in the arse so many times. Life is sweet and i am happy- does it get any better. I don't think so. Jazz festival is upon us once again and i encourage all humans out there to come down to cork for the festival which is number 5 about good things abut Cork ( glance further down for the other 6 or seven) Reasons for living in Cork *the educated drunks- Driving by on a bank holiday past the hording around the courthouse where the drunks hang out they were putting math equations on the white boards. Went home and checked them and by god they were right. Now i never go past without my camera in the vague hope of catching them in the act *the mad old lady- who when ever there is anything big on in the street say a concert or festival of sorts yells at everyone "get the fuck out of my street" *tobacco Joe- an ould fella who walks in to every pub in town selling various brands of roll your own including i'm sure some less than legal roll your own *issac bells- only the best pub in the world selling hundreds of beers including a giraffe ( 5 pints of beer for ?15) Old man sitting on crates kind of place generally witha band on in the corner and numerous hipsters frequenting many of whom you get on nodding terms with *the jazz festival- legalised debauchary every october weekend where the entire young population of cork decides they actully do like jazz (What about us that really do) and manage to stay out on 3 all nighters which is aided by-- *the beer festival- run on the same weekend at all the brewry pubs with cheap beer and an abundence of it *the film festival- where all the young population decide they actully do like films ( what about us that really do) a week long classy festival with premieres and stuff that can be entertaining *the fringe- ok so it is nothing on edinburghs or dublins even but this year we have lego men doing MACBETH which should be quite interesting and a play called *pain* which is perfomed entirely on broken glass Wow when you break it down Cork really isn't that shitty a place to live Nothing much really happening around here at the moment just been getting more and more interested in a varied amount of music Rather enjoying the libertines at the moment and interpol and saloon and niceman and numerous others including many australian bands as well and other stuff that i am getting into- i belive i have got to open myself to more and more music and more and more obscure bands just for my own sake - i suppose when you have loved a band for so long they eventully disappoint you but that doesn't erase the good times i suppose. Any way i must dash love lollipops and plague and pestilence to all and sundry jonathan +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brianraindogs at xxx.com Tue Oct 15 18:39:44 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 17:39:44 +0000 Subject: Sinister: GLASGOW EARTHQUAKE APPEAL Message-ID: > URGENT - GLASGOW EARTHQUAKE APPEAL AT 00.54 ON MONDAY 07TH OCTOBER 2002 A MAJOR EARTHQUAKE HIT MEASURING 4.8 ON THE RICHTER SCALE EPICENTERED ON GLASGOW. Victims can be seen wandering aimlessly muttering: "Ah wiz shittin' masel" and "Ah need some jellies". The Earthquake decimated the area, causing approximately �30 worth of damage. Untold disruption and distress was caused: Many were woken well before their giro arrived Several priceless collections of memento's from the Balearics and Spanish costas were damaged Three areas of historic and scientifically significant litter were disturbed The cone fell off the head of the statue outside the Modern Art Gallery Thousands are confused and bewildered, trying to come to terms with the fact that something interesting has happened in Glasgow One resident, Mary-Alice McGregor, a 17 year old mother-of-three said "It was such a shock, little Chelsea came running into my bedroom crying. My yungest two, Tyler-Morgan and Shauni slept through it. I was still shaking when I was watching Trisha the next morning." Looting was reported to be unaffected and carried on as normal. The British Red Cross have so far managed to ship 4000 crates of buckfast and tennets Super to the area to help the stricken masses. Rescue workers are still searching through the rubble and have found large quantities of personal belongings including benefit books and jewellery from Elizabeth Duke at Argos. HOW YOU CAN HELP Clothing is most sought after. Items required include: - Sovvy rings; Baseball caps; Shell suits; Tesco two stripe trainers; White socks; Chunky gold chains Food parcels may be harder to put together but are necessary all the same. Required foodstuffs include: - Faggots; Buckfast; Grey Peas; Buckfast;Pork Scratchings; Buckfast; Tripe and Onions; Buckfast; "**** Blood Pud"; Buckfast; Fray Bentos Pies; Buckfast �2 buys chips, scraps and ginger for a family of four �10 can take a family to Coatbridge for the day, where children can sniff glue and spike up among the national collection of stinging nettles 22p buys a biro for filling in a spurious compensation claim Please send your credit card number. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Tue Oct 15 21:42:00 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 13:42:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: hard and big time cores you snatch asses!!! Message-ID: <20021015204200.34063.qmail@web12405.mail.yahoo.com> i feel as though i haven't written you my dearest in a bit and so i have to now. especially since i have been feeling as though i might be fianlly easing my baby toes into the foamy rushing and crashing edge of the sea. just smile all the time. (that's what wilco said.) so life is a big soap opera, right? some days we all feel okay. others super fine and dandy. while sometimes it's really sad and on the verge of tears. well, this past week, going on into this week, has been one of those peachy keen weeks. moodiness and melodrama has always been an easy consistancy for me. you know the type. constantly contradicting from day to day. that stupid bus stopper is such a damn oxymoron sometimes. or all the time? the air waves have been filled with the flaming lips still. i even just turned in a 10 page essay today on the yoshimi album. yes. i'm a fucking nerd. but it's okay. (that's what my parents tell me anyway.) and the new bright eyes. i saw them last week on a thursday and conner was simply angelic in his not so sick twisted beautiful way. there was even a cutie pie dyke behind me screaming for him to take his pants off. that would have been nice. now that the weather has officially (for now it seems) become FALL...i feel better. the fall and winter of any year are always nicer by default just because of the pretty gray skies and the crisp breezes that require cardigans. actually, all the cardi means is that i don't get funny looks anymore because i'm not wearing it in the summer anymore. i went to the store the other day and got a bunch of new socks. they are more of a trouser type sock, but not knee high in length. kinda cute, but tacky ugly at the same time featured in red, orange, green, blue, and purple! and i can't forget to mention the polka dots. it's like being able to wear a pair of highlighters on my feet, they are so obnoxious. i love my socks. oh i almost forgot! to top it all off i met a nice boy who is a cute sean lennon. he calls me just to say goodnight..... goodnight loves xoxox sara ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Faith Hill - Exclusive Performances, Videos & More http://faith.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hobart at xxx.uk Tue Oct 15 22:18:17 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (The Space Shed) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 22:18:17 +0100 Subject: Sinister: A Modern Parable Message-ID: <005501c27490$64c15660$30b9193e@default> Hello, and good evening, my little lambs of Jesyus. My name is sister Janice, and I have given my life to The Saviour. I would like to tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a princess. She was the richest, most beautiful princess there has ever been. Her name was Angoustora. Angoustora lived at the top of the tallest tower in the world. A fantastic, magical tower, made entirely of mirrors. She could come and go as she pleased - none of that Rapunzel crap for this gal, er, that is, she was free to come and go as she pleased, with a thousand thousand servants waiting on her hand and foot. She wasn't locked up, like so many fairy tale princesses are. Oh, no sirree.. Despite all this, she was unhappy. Every day, she would wander to the mirror and proclaim, 'oh mirror, oh mirror, oh why am i so bitter?' This is not her story. Who wants to hear her story?? Try living in the Real World for five minutes, lady, that way you get to know proper misery and sadness and pretty quickly you'll find out where you can shove your hypherluted melancholic posturing... Err.. I am sorry, my dears. What I meant was that one can be unhappy in any situation, even the most JesusGodBlessed one. There are many that would suggest that, with faith, application and belief in the value of virtue, one can conversely be happy in any situation, even those where others would feel wretched. That's the sort of thing they taught me at the convent. Of course, we all know that's bullshit, don't we? Really. The problem with religious types is that, if you let them, they'll spout sanctimonious crap at any given opportunity. Don't doubt me. I know. I lived with a bunch of nuns for far too many years of my life. Always spouting on about 'the love of God' whilst excluding those who didn't fit into their narrow world-views. Always talking about accepting everyone whilst castigating their fellow NUNS just because they happened to have a penchant for playing loud disco music every now and again. I always say, if you're a NUN, and a NUN is your friend, and you can't accept another NUN, even though that NUN is your friend, and you're both NUNS then.. yeah.... well, I've given up that game now, so I don't need to remember it, do I? I have decided it is time to spread love throughout the galaxy, and accordingly I have constructed my own space-craft from a garden shed and plan to use it to travel through space, visiting those in need of a morale boost. ...And, when my own morale needs boosting, I just watch my little plants grow. I found them round the back of the shed, and I brought them in and tended them. The leaves are marvellous dried out and smoked. An old herbal remedy for Sadness of the Soul, so i'm told. For does the Bible not say that Jesus was a gardener? I think it does. The Bible was never my strong point. Probably why those nuns had it in for me from the start. Probably why they thought I MEANT to poison the mother superior. And the visiting cardinals. And the papal emissary. And the convent dog, little Julia Andrea. I wouldn't do that. Well, not to the dog, anyway. How was I to know it was bleach? It said 'lemon fresh' on the bottle, and it SMELT citruss-y. Hey, like I always said, if you don't like my cooking, don't eat it again. Except they won't be eating it again. Or anything for that matter. Nectar and ambrosia, maybe, now they've hauled their holy asses up where they always felt they belonged. Err...where was I? Oh yes, I will, for the next few weeks, be journeying about the galaxy spreading the Love of Jesus Christ Our Lord Saviour wherever I go. So, if you're feeling sinister, don't go off and see a minister. Well, do it if you must, but I've been there, done that. Got the clothes. Dull clothes. Still, they do get you a seat on the bus. Two to yourself, sometimes. Especially if you get out a string of beads and start muttering....it doesn't even have to be a rosary. Anyway, why try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless non-believer? Believe in the new Church! The Church of the Shed. Coming your way soon. Blessed be, my dears Sister Janice Slejj +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From professorpaulo at xxx.uk Tue Oct 15 23:27:20 2002 From: professorpaulo at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Paul=20Field?=) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 23:27:20 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: In Glasgow town with you by my side, In Glasgow town I got stars in my eyes Message-ID: <20021015222720.43652.qmail@web20610.mail.yahoo.com> Hello there you lot. I returned home from a weekend seeing some lovely sinister folk Glasgow yesterday(if you're not interested in reading about it then delete this now as there's nowt else here). The journey was awful. A three hour delay on a one hour flight, terrible turbulence meaning the beer belonging to the guy two seats in front found it's way to my lap. Just missed the train from Luton and had to wait another half hour. I finally made it back in one piece though, tired and sad - but a good sad, sadness at leaving after an excellent weekend. I arrived in Glasgow on Thursday. Stacey and Sarah were there at the airport and Gav was doing the circuits. It was late. We went back, had a short chat and went to sleep. On Friday day time Stacey and I went out for some book shopping in the Oxfam bookshop and a browse around echo records then for coffee and a chat. Home for food and then it was onto one of the two main events. The Friday night piss up (the other main event being the Saturday piss up, of course). The carnavan was the venue. A lovely pub that stuck to the basics. Decent beer, friendly people. I took my seat and commenced with the steady intake. It was a slow start. I think the pace started picking up with the laughter when Ally arrived, drunk after cocktails, and seemed to think he was at home - taking off his shoes. The tempo rose again with the arrival of the birthday gal, the lovely miss idleberry. Her secsy secretary came along too. After that...it's all a little vague. Fill in the blanks. I do remember being prodded in the side a lot and giggling, I also remember idles opening her pressies and all of us filing out of the pub to go home or wherever and to sleep. Until... Onto Saturday....a day of football, pool, music and you guessed it. More booze! The tap is the location. I've been there before, I feel almost like a local here, especially as Nal and da chu have now also arrived from London. At least until the football starts, then its quite apparent I am not remotely local. In particular when chatting with dangerous mike: "Oh, I probably want Slovakia to beat England but I am not that bothered really". He must have just sat on a pin then from the way he leapt into the air when Nemeth scored for Slovakia. Then people left, we ate, we walked down to the pub the old pewter or something - just opposite the guest house where I stayed the last time I was in Glasgow. It's starting to feel like a small city, much smaller than it actually is. Ken did a fine karaoke rendition of S club 7's pop gem "reach" which had us all reaching. No, not retching. Reaching. Ken did indeed have stars in his eyes. Then onto the woodside for the winchester. Jesse Garon & the desperadoes' "splashing along" really is the perfect soundtrack to this short walk. Arm in arm, splashing each other in puddles. I felt kind of sad to arrive at the club, the walk was too much fun. But arrive we did. I won't comment on the bands, I was too drunk to remember to be honest. There was dancing, crazy dancing. A lot of that was by some bloke who's apparently quite famous. Somebody murdoch. Not rupert. Apparently he's a singer in some band or other. Some foolish words were uttered too, but that's how it often goes with drink. Then a subdued sunday. Meeting in....a pub, there's a shock. Some nutter was wearing the same tshirt as me. Some nutter was wearing the same tshirt as ally too. And some nutter was wearing the same tshirt as Nal and Calumn too. What are the odds of that? The group who went to the cinema saw Kristin off at the train station, the farewells were made, it was rather sad. For me it was anyway - I never liked goodbyes, even if they may only be temporary. Then it was to the west 13th for the quiz. They won. Not us. Them. We got beer though. And biscuits. Custard creams anyone? Sunday came & went, and now I am back where I started. Thanks to all I met - old and new. It was a great weekend. And, if anybody is interested, pics of this and other sinister events can be found somewhere near here: http://uk.photos.yahoo.com/professorpaulo Paul xx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From blind_lisa at xxx.com Tue Oct 15 23:25:51 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 15:25:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Your underarm smells and your KENCHU looks like hell. Message-ID: <20021015222551.78617.qmail@web9307.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister! I decided to write because I read Sara's post and it made me happy. In my car, I finally switched from the new Flaming Lips album, to the Belle & Sebastian mix that Ben made. There is something so perfect about the subtle Southern California fall weather that compliments B&S so well. I only get to hear one song at a time now, since I get to work fatser than you can say "brush fire" but I make that one song really count. I turn up the volume real loud and sing along. This morning it was "There's Too Much Love". "AND WHEN I COME TO BLOWS, WHEN I AM NUMBERING MY FOES..." That reminds me of something. The first rule is that I'm not supposed to talk about it. But I can't resist. I've been initiated into a "fight club"... It started last night. I was hanging some curtains in my room. Then RHONDA came in and sat right down on the other panel I hadn't hung yet. I told her to "give me that, snatch ass!" and threw her onto my bed. As soon as my back was turned, there she was all over my curtains again, and this time she had snagged them as she tried to run away from me. She thought it was some sort of game I guess. Now I was really mad, hard time. I tried to grab her and she sunk her teeth into my arm. She left a puncture wound with a bruise. I whacked her on the bottom pretty hard and pushed her back onto the bed. She just kept coming at me with her blue eyes glowing and her sharp claws slashing me every time I got close enough to grab her by the scruff of the neck and throw her half persian/half siamese ass out. She is really into this Fight Club thing! This morning she passed me in the kitchen on the way to her food bowl and she gave me that knowing "you're in" nod. It feels so *great* to be socially accepted, even if it is by someone as anti-social as my sister's cat. I am so happy that Halloween is coming up so soon. I'm dressing up as a spooky witch in a sexy dress. And Ben returns to me in a week. He got his Visa and now all we have to do is get married in 90 days. It's going to be New Year's Eve, probably in Santa Barbara. One year after the first time we kissed. It's surreal that I'm going from being Ben's list crush to Mrs.Apps after only a year. But you gotta move quick to stay ahead of the government! I'm going to be so proud to be his wife. Those of you who know Ben will know what I mean. He's just so loveable, a great person to be around, and a wonderful boyfriend (even long-distance) and I'm sure he's going to be the husband of my dreams. I hope that every one of you single people out there find a match for you as fitting as the one I have found in Ben. As a side note to those who may be gagging, remember that begrudging other people their own happiness is a step in the right direction if you want to alienate yourself from others even further. I learned that lesson the hard way. It took me 28 years as well as consorting with foreigners to find true love. I think if there is someone out there so well suited for ME then there must be SOMEONE for EVERYONE. You'll see! I know that some of the Sinister massive will be in the area for our wedding day, which will be very nice. Maybe the person who ends up buying Stuart Murdoch's Grenada will be in the area, too, and they'll get it in time to be our chauffer on the way to what ever New Year's Honeymoon Blowout that ensues. Although, that person would have to be pretty drunk already to end up with it, so I'm not sure I'd want them taking me anywhere! They'll have to let me drive. I'll be driving along blaring "I Love My Car" and singing along as loud as I can, over the clanking of the tin cans tied to the bumper. love, Rachel fruitloop p.s. �VIVA RACHELS! Whomever has the Rachels mixtape should email me! __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ArtsyDeco at xxx.com Wed Oct 16 05:39:38 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 00:39:38 -0400 Subject: Sinister: B&S&M Message-ID: <397F414F.7477328D.022DCCE6@aol.com> I should begin by saying that I am sorry. I am a big jerk who still does not know how to crochet. Thanks a zillion billion hillion jillion (that's a lot) times to all the people who responded to my plea for information on the art of crochet. In other news, I saw Gomez and they were fantastic. In other other news my list of things my Irish teacher has said has finally made the top tens. I am filled with joy. I have also bought a pair of truly ugly pants, which add to the joy. So the joy must be spread. A certain person on this list would end his posts by telling me that I was an absolute star. I thought this was a very nice sentiment and have tried to take it up a notch. I have made a great deal of little stars out of crayola model magic. Tomorrow I will color them yellow and then write "you're a star" on them. Friday I shall get up to watch the sunrise, then distribute the stars around strategic points all around campus. It is a big secret. All those who might know that it is I who have distributed the stars will be sworn to secrecy. It is a good plan. Days will be brightened. I hope that he will find one. He has angry eyes but a sweet smile. I don't know his name, and have dubbed him, ever appropriately, Angry Eyes Boy. I don't know what to do. The other day he wore an ugly jacket and was a beautiful sight to see. I feel very small and impossible. I wish I knew about these things... Be exceptionally well all of you, Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Wed Oct 16 18:07:33 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 18:07:33 +0100 Subject: Sinister: swedish sinisterites ... Message-ID: <00c301c27536$c4754a20$0300a8c0@katrina> Chris DJ'ing in Sweden The Funk Room (Scotland's premier funk night) goes to Stockholm for a one-off funk and soul special. With resident DJs Simon Hodge (Big Beat, Edinburgh) and Andrew Divine (Divine, Glasgow) joined by special guest Chris "Beans" Geddes (Belle & Sebastian), expect to hear a floorshaking selection of deep funk, heavweight soul, hard latin and dancefloor jazz. On Saturday 19th October at at an event called BONUS run by the Stadsteater Stockholm. Venue: BACKSTAGE Drottninggatan 34 Time: 2130 cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stephanowic at xxx.it Thu Oct 17 16:25:29 2002 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 17:25:29 +0200 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?a_brief_note?= Message-ID: dear sinister a little bit of contest, which is kind of unbelievable, being me who is writing, anyway here is a link to an interview to m. cook in an italian web zine http://www.sodapop.it I am sorry it is in italian, but might be the few italian sinister or whoever can speak a bit of this bizarre language might find it interesting. take care, yours stefano Here's a prediction: when you have stories to tell, you'll tell them. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From municipalpool at xxx.com Fri Oct 18 04:08:30 2002 From: municipalpool at xxx.com (patrick doyle) Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 03:08:30 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I Should Be Dreaming Message-ID: Hello there It's 3am and I'm *ever so slightly* bored so, yes, I thought I would write another one of my pointless, boring posts about nothing (one might say an 'endless sleepy story about nothing'... or... not) hmm, I've never been the best sleeper in the world, probably due to the amounts of coffee I drink during the day, and sitting filling out university applications all day has kind of left me without will to live, let alone sleep. I have a habit of taking walks around this time of morning, which the police really don't like, for reasons unknown to me, but it's a horrible morning and it's been raining for about three days solid � so I'm not in the best of moods. I started a two-week break from school on Friday, and so far I�ve done little else but look through prospectuses and sit on my computer all day, but still, as long as I don't have to go *there* for two whole weeks, I'm not complaining. Feels stupid really, trying to find 6 universities to put down when I know exactly where I want to go, but it has to be done I suppose. I've been taking quite a lot of photos lately, trying to build up a half decent portfolio, in case I happen to get any offers from anywhere (please cross your fingers for me... please... no? ok) then hopefully I'll get out of this place. In the last couple of months, I've met quite a few people from sinister, which has been, in most cases, a lot of fun. I went along to national pop league in September, which was fantastic, and I have to thank Nal for letting me tag along with her (thank you), I met a lot of people who I've only ever read posts by, and/or spoken to in #sinister which was great, and quite a new thing for me. I also went to last month's n.p.l � where I met even *more* people, and had an excellent time... and there�s another one next week! yay! I might sound awfully excited about this, but hey � you would too if you came from Keith ;) hmm, and to think this took me a whole fifty minutes to write... cheerio Patrick x P.S. I also have to thank Mr Michael Grant (one of the most fantastic people I have ever met) for giving me a place to stay in Glasgow last month � cheers! _________________________________________________________________ Choose an Internet access plan right for you -- try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Fri Oct 18 08:44:39 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 08:44:39 +0100 Subject: Sinister: The Dancefloor Message-ID: <20021018084439.A2315@candle.btinternet.com> His dancing was impressive. He skipped and bounced across the floor without worrying about gravity, without seeming to stay connected to the ground. He was in his own little world, bouncing about with his ear on the music. (I was on the dancefloor too, but I'd hardly call it dancing. My movements were static and pedestrian by comparison) Bob and Stevie had joined Stuart on the dancefloor for a brief time, but not for long. Maybe they didn't have the stamina. Tracyanne and some of the other Camera Obscura people danced with him too, but never for very long at a time. Stuart stayed up there, dancing, his mind on that and that alone. At one point, I looked up and laughed. I realised that Stuart was dancing there, surrounded by a ring of Sinister listees. Noone else was on the dancefloor, just him and the Sinister delegation. I wondered if he realised who we were and where we were coming from. I assumed he didn't; if he'd realised that all the people around him were only there, ultimately, because of his music, he might have run away and hid with embarrassment. But his mind was on the dancing, so he skipped back and forth, body and heart and mind in the air, touching the ground as little as he could. xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sunnie_set at xxx.com Fri Oct 18 10:47:07 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 09:47:07 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I hope you are listening to me winter? Message-ID: After a long summery September, and a fairly springy first half to October I have to admit that it is the time of the year that I should start welcoming in winter. So, winter, instead of moaning about you like I usually do I have decided to make a pact. I can cope with frost, snow, fog and even some wind but I don't want rain. Ideally I would like a string of crisp winter days like the one before me. The grass all white and crunchy, the sun, creamy and low, silhouetting anything and everything, adding a touch of beauty through the mystery. You should be very proud of this creation, winter. Keep up the good work. I know variety is the spice of life and I will agree that even, snow can be endearing, if somewhat cold and inconvenient for a while. Fog is exciting too, the whole world hidden in a damp grey blanket, and windy days are usually sunny. I approve of that. Just don't make it rain winter. Summer has done that to me already, and honestly it is so over rated! Summer made it rain in Athens and a band had to play inside (http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/archive/issue2.html#b&s).Between you and me I'm sure that, that didn't make summer very popular. Try making some friends for a change. Put a few smiles on peoples faces instead of driving them insane with endless cold wet down pours! Do something different, winter, go I dare you! Steal summer's thunder (but don't take the rain storm to go with it) You know I'll love you for it and surely that has to make you happy too? Take Care Rachel ************* With the current crop of disposable jaw lines and manufactured inanity, it seems that we need our heroes now more than ever before. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kittenmouse at xxx.com Fri Oct 18 22:16:03 2002 From: kittenmouse at xxx.com (Andrea Kittenmouse) Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 14:16:03 -0700 Subject: Sinister: glasgow Message-ID: read paul's account of his recent glasgow visit. just got in today for a small visit myself; are there any sinister events that are happening this week? your friend, andrea**kittenmouse radio*mondays 9-10 pm PST kpsu 1450 am in portland, oregon in realaudio at www.kpsu.org kittenmouse at hotmail.com web.pdx.edu/~andreay _________________________________________________________________ Surf the Web without missing calls! Get MSN Broadband. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From the_sad_witch at xxx.com Sun Oct 20 22:22:21 2002 From: the_sad_witch at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Gillian=20Kirby?=) Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 22:22:21 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: you get enough germs to catch pneumonia Message-ID: <20021020212221.48050.qmail@web14202.mail.yahoo.com> Hello!> > Well, I've spent seven hours onb a train this afternoon after a wedding at the weekend, I'm all wet, hungry and greasy haired. And I realluy couldn't care less, as I'mnot planning to go anywhere until at least tomorrow afternoon.> > I;m also feeling awfully lovesick at the moment. A young man (who shall remain nameless...) has been confusing the hell out of me. First he was an acquaintance, then we became friends and started meeting up for drinks and cups of tea etc, then I got a crush onb him, making me feel a bit silly as I was certain things didn't seem reciprocated, and came out with it when he got off with someone else at a party.l..I pick my moments, eh? Then we got together, had two very good nights and one rather awkward night after which he said he wasn't sure about things.l..odd as two days before he was saying he really liked me and wanted to make ma go of things...Anyhow, after a few e-mails and meetings it's pretty cloear we can be good friends without much awkwardness, but he seems to be in my system now and perhaps there really is nothing I can do about it....oh, and we're going to Paris in December, probably, and this was all organised after things ended. So it might be good. I'm just !so!> rely tempted to call him to ask what he thought of my mix-tape i gave him on Friday, but perhaps it might me silly...:-)> > love and rockets,> > gillian> ===== _________________________ '69, dudes!!!!!!' __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elenita99 at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 12:05:53 2002 From: elenita99 at xxx.com (elenita 99) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 13:05:53 +0200 Subject: Sinister: avant que tu t'en ailles décrocher les étoiles Message-ID: Hello Sinister, I have been reading all your posts with interest. It is funny how after being "away" for some time, it still feels like home to be here and read about your lives and stories. I came back from a nice holiday in Sicily a few weeks ago, and it feels like it was 10 months ago already. Holidays are always too short when you are working. Sometimes I wish I was a poor student again. I am starting to be in my winter mood again, as the weather in Paris is colder every single day that passes. Symptoms of winter mood are as follow: general grumpiness and laziness, no will whatsoever to get up and get out of the warm duvet, extreme desire of eating chocolate and sweets. Therefore it is harder to cope with everyday life, work, grocery shopping and tube journeys. I don't like winter, I have a deep feeling that my body was designed to live in Tha�land or Guatemala. I will be 23 soon. I feel like I am getting old, I have been working for almost a year. I don't exactly feel like an adult, but people are relying on me, expect me to do and produce things. I have my own health insurance, my own house insurance, my own pay slips, and I can't cry to my mum anymore when I am overdrawn (that is most of the time). Being an adult is not always easy. I am a bit more worried about my mum getting old. I mean she is not "old" or anything, she is going to be 47 soon, that how old mums are these days I suppose. But she is more worried about everyday life, she has more troubles coping with my dad, and instead of having three kids at home she has only one now (and not for very long, I suppose). I mean, when all you have been doing all your life is cherishing your children and trying to be the best mum in the world, what the hell do you do when they leave and go away? Learn portuguese, learn chinese cooking, learn piano? Doesn't sound like the best solution to me. I have read Gordon's "A to Z of the girls I have known", then realised I could not fill it with boys. Mmmm this is surely showing what kind of work needs to be done here. I have spent last weekend in Luxemburg. This is such a tiny and weird country. People have too much money and they don't know what to do with it, so they are trying to forget the weather is crap by buying big cars and big houses and diamond earrings to their wifes. A strange mix of luxury and gloom, as most of the country is grey and sad. On another note, anyone with ideas related to the "how to entertain a 15 year-old brother all weekend" theme is more than welcome to email me. Have a great day, and week, and month Elena xx _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access -- and 2 months free!� Try MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 13:13:07 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 12:13:07 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Songs for idiots (final round + head to head) Message-ID: (Previously, on Belle and Sebastian on the Weakest link...) Voting over, it's time to reveal who YOU think is the WEAKEST LINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... DUM DUM Isobel Stuart Stuart DUM! Bob! Belfast! Think you have a better chance of winning against Isobel then do you? Belfast! Can you say any words other than Belfast? No Okay.. Isobel! Hehe yes Anne. Why Stuart? Ah, he just doesn't move in circles of the brave where art defines their lives, and besides, he once made my headscarf all sticky and REALLY SMELLY! it was like eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew! Well Stuart, they think you smell and they don't want you sticking around anymore, and with two votes you ARE the weakest link goodbye! * Stuart does the walk of shame, a dog on wheel in tow. (..Inside interview room) Well well! Voting me off huh, trying to piss me off huh, WELL LISTEN HONEY THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN SAY TO OFFEND ME! THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN SAY TO OFFEND ME ANYMORE, HAHAHAHAHAHA. So there. By the way.. anyone want to buy my car? (..Back to studio) And onto the final round, team. So far you've banked �350, in this round anything that you bank will be trebbled and added to the final total, I'm taking another 10 seconds off the clock and I'll start with the strongest link from the last round and that's Bob. Let's PLAY.. THEWEAKESTLINK! DUM DUM DUM DUM... Start the clock DUM DUM! Bob, The Royal Hospitals is located in which city in Northern Ireland? Belfast! Correct, Isobel, in sports name the Manchester United and England player, Nicky who? Butt! Correct, Bob, Which famous city was James Galway born? Belfast! Correct, Isobel, the Lunar Calender is based on the movements of which celestial body? Moon! Correct, Bob, What is the county town of the County Antrim in Northern Ireland? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, The timezone difference between New York and London is 5 hours, but is New York 5 hours in front, or 5 hours behind? Behind! Correct, Bob, Which city is Kenneth Branagh from? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, the main mirror on a car, typically mounted just in front of the windscreen is known as the what-view mirror? Rear! Correct! Bob, which pride is the oldest continuously-celebrated Pride in Ireland? Belfast! Correct! Isobel, idioms, someone who is pregnant can be described as having a what in the oven? Bun! Correct! DUM... DUM... DUM DUM! Team you have managed to reach the �1000 target for this round, we'll trebble that and add that to the money from the previous rounds, making today's prize money a grand total of �3350. You will now play against each other. I'll ask the two of you up to five alternate questions. The person who answers the most questions correctly wins. The strongest link from the previous round has the choice of who goes first, and that's you Bob. I'll go first please Anne. Okay, let's PLAY.. HEAD TO HEAD! DUM... DUM... DUM DUM! Bob... What is the atomic number of Uranium? Belfast! No, the correct answer is 92. Isobel, in literature, the novel "Across the Barricades" by Joan Lingard was set in what city? er.. cape town! No, the correct answer is Belfast. Bob, what is the longest word that can be typed using only the top row of letter keys on a typewriter? Belfast! No the correct answer is "Typewriter". Isobel, Which city lies where the river Lagan meets the Belfast Lough? Oslo? No the correct answer is Belfast. Bob, what is the mean radius of Earth to the nearest kilometre? er... Belfast! No, the correct answer is 6371km Isobel, In football, the legendary Manchester United player George Best came from what city? Georgia! No, the correct answer is Belfast. Bob, name all 5 of the Marx Brothers Let me think... Belfast, Belfast, Belfast, Belfast and ... Belfast! No the correct answer is Chico, Harpo, Groucho, Gummo and Zeppo. Isobel, famous landmarks, the Scottish Provident Institution is situated in what city? Glasgow! No, the correct answer is Belfast. Bob, who became England's first world motor racing champion, in 1958? Belfast! No, the correct answer is Mike Hawthorn. Isobel, if you answer this question correctly, then you have won. So, for three thousand, three hundred and fifty pounds: The letters B, E, L, F, A, S, T can be combined together to form the name of which city in Northern Ireland? er.. B... Beeeelll.... Beell... * Isobel catches breath Beeell..fas.... * Isobel catches breath Be.. * Isobel catches breath Belfast! That is the correct answer. Dolodododododo dolododododo DUM DUM DUM DUM! Isobel, you are today's strongest link and you walk away with �3350, Bob, you leave, with NOTHING! Join us again... for the weakest link, Goodbye! * Anne does a horrible wink thing (..Inside interview room) Of course I'm feeling a bit gutted I've come all this way to lose out on the final round. I feel that maybe if I had chosen the other set of questions I could have won it. I'm so happy to have won! And I totally deserved it, being the strongest link in everything and all. I'm going to use the prize money to buy loads of Kinder Eggs so I can take them all to concerts and then I can shake them on stage whilst looking really grumpy! Maybe I can get a new washing machine too so I can finally wash my headscarves! Yippie! Anne Robinson was so intimidating, I'm beginning to wonder if she has any relation to Neil Robertson.. Robinson.. Robertson... Hey! You know I think I might be onto something here... DUM DUM DUM DUM! --- (The end) Ken _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access -- and 2 months free!� Try MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 13:49:30 2002 From: paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com (Paulo Stinsoni) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 13:49:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Dancin' Message-ID: Now then you Sinisterizers, Just a few questions here... How do you get your girlfriends ring size secretly for a surprise proposal? Do you dance like a fool in your own front room to selected B&S tunes? Do you want to dance like a fool in unison with your partner for your first dance at your wedding to a B&S tune? (that's a complicated sentence, but I'm sure you understand) If so, which tune? I want one that is bouncy and fun, but doesn't say "I used to love you, but you're a dick slap who dreams of horses" See my problem? Now, you think about it and get back to me. Cheers Your Paulo +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jasonandreas at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 14:01:41 2002 From: jasonandreas at xxx.com (jasonandreas at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 14:01:41 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Dancin' Message-ID: <153282.1035205301520.JavaMail.root@127.0.0.1> > How do you get your girlfriends ring size secretly for a surprise proposal? You could try putting a piece of string round her finger as she sleeps and marking it? If you get her drunk beforehand, she's less likey to wake up and wonder what the hell your up to. Oh yes, and don't post about it to a large mailing list ;) Good luck! - Jase +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 18:45:30 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 17:45:30 +0000 Subject: Sinister: frosted polaroids In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Hello! Back from Iceland now. Added a bunch of Ink Polaroids from the trip to the weblog at http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk Just trying to sort out some more exciting guest DJs for November, December and beyond. Harvey and Callahan were excellent, but I'd like to keep it changing. So: any suggestions or nominations for who you'd like to see as a guest DJ at How Does It Feel? That's about it. Only a month to go until the next one...! x ps - when's the next Tigermilking, Mark? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From andrewnicol at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 18:08:50 2002 From: andrewnicol at xxx.com (Andrew Nicol) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 18:08:50 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Songs for idiots (final round + head to head) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > (The end) Well thank fuck for that. Fucking hell. Andy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rjg at xxx.com Mon Oct 21 20:18:30 2002 From: rjg at xxx.com (richard john gillanders) Date: 21 Oct 2002 19:18:30 -0000 Subject: Sinister: in the roaring traffic's boom--in the silence of my lonely room Message-ID: <20021021191830.34744.qmail@toast.com> hello sinister, I WISH THIS WAS A WORK OF ART. THE FLAMING SCHLEPS 'jase' andreas said. something. he advises getting girls drunk so that they won't notice/remember you doing things to them? haha. think he shouldn't have sent that to a large mailing list. can't think what he should've. sometimes I wish I was subscribed to a large mauling list. and then. someone else seemed glad that ken's 'the weakest link' thing ended. I can't decide if he was being haha or whatever. either of them... uh. I enjoyed it. ken's 'the weakest link' thing. it was funny and really funny and I awaited each installment: I had to. I want him to do a 'the chair' parody now. but, since I've never seen a full one of the shows, I don't know if/how that could work. I WENT TO AMERICA FOR SEPTEMBER AND OTHER STUFF AND HAD LOTS OF FUN I went to america for september and other stuff and had lots of fun. I was introduced to blatz beer and to 'american movie' and to, like I said, other stuff. 'american movie', though. yeah. there's a website for it here---> http://www.americanmovie.com I'd never heard of it before. but it's really good. funny. the people in it. yeah. funny. two of the people in it were in 'storytelling' too. this was really funny to me when I found out. oh well. it's senseless. things continue as they should. AND THEN I WENT TO LONDON yeah. so I left america at the end of september, not really wanting to. after long flights and a five hour stop in the amsterdam: I was in london and ready to go to the chickfactor black & white ball thing. well. I was going. all the people that lucy mentioned were there. plus me. and david moore and sally moore. and maybe some others. but she knows this. in fact. it was her who told me we were there. I had had a suspicion. it was really good. yeah, the pines especially. especially since I hadn't seen them play before. and pipas were good. even though I only caught the end of their SET. and the future bible heroes were good too. even if the g*ns*n and m*rr*tt insisted that the curtain to the almost balcony be drawn and the g*ns*n told someone to switch their video camera off and the m*rr*tt stole my [/an] ashtray. well, jeez, he didn't even have the GUTS [/need] to do that; he got someone else to steal it for him. "is anyone using this ashtray?" we were asked as the ashtray in question was lifted and its contents emptied into another not so close to where I and the people I was sitting with were sitting "well..." said someone I was sitting with. "it's for st*ph*n m*rr*tt." said the emptier and looked like they almost wanted to shrug and scampered off to PANDER SOME MORE. but, yeah. I met some nice people that I known of but hadn't met and now I have--they were nice. and I saw some people I hadn't seen for a good while--they were pretty good too. and the ones I'd seen most recently--yeah. THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S RAINING haha. okay. I remember hearing a rumour that jim kerr owned the oko sushi bar on ingram street in glasgow. and then I remember hearing that it WAS a rumour. like, one that wasn't actually true. and I thought it was funny. a funny rumour to make up. so I made a game in which you choose a piece of property in glasgow and a glaswegian 'famous' person and make a new rumour. there's no real outcome. unless you count the satisfaction of making a LIE. we only ever played the game once though. we said that ricky ross had bought bonkers. [ricky ross was in deacon blue and bonkers is a bad club]. we even thought up something that he was going to rename it. I don't know. I also don't know why we haven't played this game again since. oh, but since. like, last weekend. I found out that jim kerr part-owns the oko sushi bar on ingram street in glasgow. so. NO TITLE c'mon kids. it's been really quiet around here. I know I haven't done much to, sort of, help. but. C'MON. KIDS. I remember sam walton posting a link to a page that had a lot of posts from a while back on. there were some good posts then!! not that it's just bad posts now... I'll stop that. I didn't mean it. I mean: to do it. I know I haven't not got worse... I WAS GONNA MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT MIKE SCHANK BUT I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED IT. love, richard. __________________________________________ Join http://www.toast.com today for your own free, flash-based webmail! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Mon Oct 21 21:28:04 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 21:28:04 +0100 Subject: Sinister: habibi, habibi Message-ID: hey hey hey, C'est moi, le Sal Vierge, qui à vous parle. Myself and special friend Rener are back now from our fab holiday in the Fucking Lebanon. The Lebanon is not a very indie country, in fact non-stop pop music is the order of the day. But it's really good pop music, not like the shite you hear in the charts over here. Still, Rener did meet someone who recognised her Study In Stow t-shirt, but sadly he was American. She also met a nice taxi driver who wanted her to stay another two weeks in Beirut with him, but for some reason she choose to come back to dreary Dublin. And it's so dreary here. I mean, I know it's always nice in the winter when you get to wrap up warm and stuff, but does it have to piss rain all the time? that's what I want to know. Meanwhile I'm all excited at some upcoming gigs here... next week Luna are playing here, and this pleases me because I enjoyed them at the Bowlie Weekender and like their cover of the mighty Serge's 'Bonnie & Clyde'. A few days after the Jimmycake (who are very good) are playing a gig supported by THE CHALETS (who are the best band in Ireland). This will kick arse, let me tell you. Beyond that we're drifting too far into the future to know what will happen. Over in the world of the Bowlie Forum, there is a monster get together planned for Manchester in a few weeks. I think nearly everyone from These Islands is going. We're all going to stay in the same hotel and have key parties and riots and stuff. It will be cool, much cooler than anything this list has done in my time on it. that's enough for now. Smash Imperialism. DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ccscrone at xxx.nl Tue Oct 22 00:16:22 2002 From: ccscrone at xxx.nl (C.C.S.Crone) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 01:16:22 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Re: Glasgow Message-ID: <002401c27957$e30de710$a6bc6dc2@gafpa> Greetings to Kittenmouse. I'm going myself to Glasgow next wednesday, and according to Lucy Alder there's a national pop league on october 25th. She even sent me a link: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/nationalpopleague/ And it leads you to: http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club/ at Woodside Social Club, 329 North Woodside Road, Glasgow Duh, perhaps not the right link. Let's try: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/nationalpopleague/files/playlists/ Yes, yes, that's close. But a time, not a place. Perhaps http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/nationalpopleague/cal///,,,/group/nationalp opleague/YYY,44015/srt,1/?v=1&t=1035241265 ("Kathy, I'm lost" I said, though I knew she was sleeping) or http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/nationalpopleague/messages (This world was made for men, not us) One last try (Penso che la sigaretta abbia un gusto piú intenso quand'è l'ultima) http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/nationalpopleague/message/170 Damn damn damn (Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Traeume erwachte, fand er sich in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheuheren Ungeziefer verwandelt) My god, why hast thou forsaken me? Quia Jehova sustebat me. But relax, if you understand the music, the meaning, you don't need to know the language. If you don't, knowing the language won't help you. And so I'll point my bird's beak to the air and stroll through the bleak house of Glasgow, between endless rows of blackened housing estates, riding city buses in search of eternity, and finding myself at every corner, but believing that epiphany is around the next corner, allways around the next corner. Allways around the next corner. But the real epiphany is in the anticipation, you know what I mean? ccs +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bulkdavid at xxx.com Tue Oct 22 06:05:14 2002 From: bulkdavid at xxx.com (David Hewitt) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 14:35:14 +0930 Subject: Sinister: only slightly, only slightly less than i used to Message-ID: GREETINGS Hello there Sinister. Contact from me has been sporadic at best recently, which is (I suspect) just how you like it. Still, I�m overtired and feeling somewhat contemplative today, so I thought I�d drop you a line. Just for the heck of it. WHAT'S YOURS? Someone said something about Sinister feeling like home. I thought that was interesting. I�m not sure I agree with them entirely � perhaps it feels a bit more like the local. Except, you know... bigger. I seem to think of and refer to Sinister interchangeably as something, someone and somewhere. If it were really one of the latter two, I dare say many of our lives would have been a little less confusing of late. NEWS What�s new? I�m in a new city, in a new job, living in a new flat. I have a girl with whom I�m involved newly living with me, who�s new to the country. So, in summary, a fair bit. CONTENT Fairly obviously, I haven�t any. I�m not particularly sorry, but I can pretend to be, if you like. CONTENT? Sometimes I think about happiness. It doesn�t make me any happier, though. You know, I�m pretty sure I can remember a time when if you�d have asked me what I needed to be happy, I�d pretty much list off all the things I have now: a place of my own, a decent job with decent pay, and someone to love. Despite life having been strange, unpredictable and bumpy of late, things seem to have come together surprisingly well. I wonder, then, why there�s still so much to worry about, and still so much left to do? Does anyone ever �get there�? I could convincingly describe myself as either a reasonable success or a dismal failure, depending on my choice of terms. Some nights I can�t sleep for worry, and tear myself apart for all the things I�ve done or haven�t done. Other times I stop and look around me, and feel this quite genuine thankfulness for what�s there. I don�t suppose this is either interesting or unusual. Think of when you�re running an errand for work on a sunny day. You dash past the people in the park, the people sitting outside restaurants sipping at things. How nice to sit there in the sun and just rest, you think. And you envy them. Then on your own day off, you sit and watch the people pass by, and your head is full of the things you have to do, and how far behind you are, and you shuffle in your seat and look at your watch, your diary, your phone. And you go. Or you go and drink. You wish you were doing less, but you wish you�d done more. EXCUSES Sinister�s been sort of quiet lately, so I thought it�d be okay to ramble a bit for now. I�ve been head down, bum up in this new job (no, it�s not THAT sort of job, you dirty perve), so I haven�t been pestering you lot very often, or hanging about being foul-mouthed in #sinister all that much lately. Things have changed an awful lot around me, but you know I still read your messages every morning. Some of you make me think, some make me smile, and others make me grind my teeth. I wouldn�t have it any other way. MUSIC I ordered that Polyphonic Spree record about a month ago, and it still hasn�t arrived. Bugger. Has anyone heard the new Delgados or the new Apples in Stereo? Are they any good? Someone said that the new Reindeer Section record was good, but I don�t believe them. SPORT I think every pub in Melbourne has a Galaga machine, but I'm yet to find one with a dartboard. Has the world gone all topsy-turvy? I'm not dissing Galaga, mind, but I've got a hankering to drunkenly lob sharp projectiles across a crowded room, and without the proper facilities, that usually ends in tears. Mine, admittedly, but tears nonetheless. SHOUT-OUTS To Stevie T and Mark C (ask them about their new neighbour), and to Will Porter. Just because they're a bunch of handsome devils. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David. _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cjdevaney at xxx.uk Tue Oct 22 09:27:05 2002 From: cjdevaney at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Christopher=20Devaney?=) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 09:27:05 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: only slightly, only slightly less than i used to In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20021022082705.87415.qmail@web13709.mail.yahoo.com> The latest reindeer section album is beautifully exquisite in every way. I hate drugs. I don't particularly mean cannabis and ecstasy and all that sort of stuff; I don't like it very much buit if you want to then it's your life. It's prescription drugs that have fucked me off. If somebody's hyper all the time, generally full of beans, but goes a little bit over the top and gets diagnosed as being hypermanic what is the point in giving them depresseants until they have to be signed off work for depression and start taking anti depressants? Where's the point in that, it's just fucking stupid any fool can see that (i did after all). This whole issue has been the scourge of my life recently, i feel like it's the one area where i don't feel in control of events. Not that i'm a control freak at all, but someone needs to be in control of everything, if noone's at the helm you'll crash into something eventually. Anyway, in other bad news, I missed the polyphonic spree on saturday night at the leadmill, gutted. And i've had to pay about £25 for a counting crows ticket just so that i can see gemma hayes cos I can't make her headline tour. And why don't any decent bands come to hull. Anyway, enough grumblings of a musical and medical nature. Toodle-oo.cDx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From anakin_sky at xxx.net Tue Oct 22 12:09:03 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 13:09:03 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: habibi, habibi References: Message-ID: <1376.1035284943@www31.gmx.net> > Meanwhile I'm all excited at some upcoming gigs here... next week Luna are > playing here, and this pleases me because I enjoyed them at the Bowlie > Weekender and like their cover of the mighty Serge's 'Bonnie & Clyde'. A > few > days after the Jimmycake (who are very good) are playing a gig supported hey hey hey,> by > THE CHALETS (who are the best band in Ireland). This will kick arse, let > me > tell you. luna, wow...d'you know whether they tour england as well? you keep going on about the chalets, so what about -them- coming over to the mainland? would love to see/hear what all the fuzz is about. > Over in the world of the Bowlie Forum, there is a monster get together > planned for Manchester in a few weeks. I think nearly everyone from These > Islands is going. We're all going to stay in the same hotel and have key > parties and riots and stuff. It will be cool, much cooler than anything > this > list has done in my time on it. manchester sounds good (cos i'm here). these earthquakes though are really freaking me out. never been in one before, back in good old germany, and now there's been 5 or so in the last 2 days...this morning i woke up from one at 4.30am! has anyone else been listening to the delgados peel session? it was truly beautiful... anne. -- +++ GMX - Mail, Messaging & more http://www.gmx.net +++ NEU: Mit GMX ins Internet. Rund um die Uhr für 1 ct/ Min. surfen! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Oct 22 13:16:27 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 13:16:27 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: I've forgotten how to post In-Reply-To: <200210202122.WAA25358@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20021022121627.23740.qmail@web10409.mail.yahoo.com> I'm breaking the 15 minute rule because I've got to start work in 15 minutes, and I obviously need coffee and toilet-break beforehand. You know? It's been a long, long time since my last Sinister confession. I can't remember what I said then, though it was probably something to do with http://www.joannou.net/biondino - it has, shamefully, taken away my focus from entertaining 1300 close friends and placed it on a marathon ego-wank over the sticky pages of the modern interweb. I'm so sorry! However, it seems I'm not the only one to have neglected a certain List in recent months. Perhaps some of our regulars could make a bit more of an effort, hmm?? Sinister is like a bowl of cherries. Dark red, circular with a sizeable stone in the middle, attached to a hard stalk. And we're here to proverbially tie that stalk into knots with our tongues. So if, say, you're not happy with how Sinister's going, it's up to YOU to make it so. And if you just want to insult someone in front of 1300 people, then, um, go and watch Exeter City. Otherwise, and this is the ironic bit, you look like a real cunt. Ian, Tigermilking is on hold at the moment - it needs a bit of a refit. Feel free to give suggestions, anyone! I was going to post content and interesting stuff, but I'm too pissed off. Bye y'all. Markx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Oct 22 18:50:57 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 17:50:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: thank fuck for this shit Message-ID: I am a bad boy. Or a "bad person", if I'm being non-sexist, or Liz Daplyn. But unfortunately I'm neither of those. Yeah, so I tried to send this e-mail earlier on, from my work address, and it didn't let me, and told me that my e-mail contains "Pornographic Contents"! And I read it, and it said that my e-mail was pornographic because it had the word "fucking" in it. Fucking hell. So I guess now I'm just going to talk about actual porn instead, if I'm going to be accused of something I may as well be actually guilty! People get angry with me a lot like that, just the other night I went back home to my flat, and my flatmate left me a message asking me that "If you want to cook at 1 in the morning can you please be quiet?" I wasn't even hungry. But then I sent him a message back (a pretty grumpy one, actually) about some other things and things got a little hot, and so we took off all our clothes, and made some sweet loving all night. And afterwards we were friends again. I guess I can Thank Fuck For That. That didn't actually happen, by the way, well the hate messages did, but not the fucking. Thank fuck. I did actually watch some porn though that night, it was "Debbie Does Dallas", apparently a classic, a porno with an alliterating name is hard to beat. I bet Mark Casarotto can though, in 60 seconds. Fucking hell. The movie was sexcellent, it was about college cheerleaders having to go to Dallas for some reason but didn't have the funds, and so all went and got themselves part-time jobs. Not BLOW jobs, mind, not yet, they came later, and the girls liked it. However, they were all good girls who never go all the way. Except Debbie, whom Mr Greenfeld, on the promise of paying for the Dallas trip for the whole cheerleading band, fucked the pants out of, or he would have, had she been wearing any. Thank fuck for that. I think if I say Thank Fuck anymore I might turn into Chris Evans, and that'd be bad, with him being an anagram of "no bend" and all. Fucking Hell. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rabidpenguin at xxx.com Tue Oct 22 19:17:47 2002 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 13:17:47 -0500 Subject: Sinister: of things to come and things to go... Message-ID: yesterday i went outside to go to class - it was a wonderful sort of day where the sun doesn't shine and there are only gray clouds everywhere - it looked like it could snow at any moment - secretly i wished it would - but friends of mine do not think things like that are fun - so i kept it to myself - as i waited outside for the bus to pick me up i noticed three girls walking to the stop - i had never noticed these people before - where had they come from - as i remembered it from the past mornings - i was then only one getting on the bus at nine in the morn - i waited outside by my lonesome - in the cold and rain - but who were these people - what hole did they crawl out from - i suddenely wanted to yell at them to find there own bus - this one is mine - it has been mine at this time since - well um - late august - yes - and i should remain mine - but then they got closer to me and i lost all ambition - so we waited - the four of us - i was in the back - in my black wool coat - and i couldn't help but notice that they kept turning around and staring - especially the one in the front - she kept turning and looking at me - trying not to be completely obvious - but still obvious enough - like she was staring at the tree behind me - and then she suddenly lost interest when i looked at her - but it did not bother me - i decided they could ride my bus - it was not a problem - yet - if they try to do it again on wednesday i will make them speak to me - i will not be ignored on my bus - - luv to you all --s. _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access for only $21.95/month.� Try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kmhyde at xxx.edu Tue Oct 22 19:51:03 2002 From: kmhyde at xxx.edu (Kevin Hyde) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 14:51:03 -0400 Subject: Sinister: Isthmusology: what would Joyce listen to if he were alive? Message-ID: <008301c279fb$f865d290$ac72ef80@wm.edu> Hi-ya sinisterets, In reference to the subject line, I'd like to submit that Joyce would probably listen to hip-hop, probably of the so-called underground variety (I'd think he'd be a huge fan of the Def Jux guys, because, well, why not), pulled in by the wordplay and wrapped-up like in ouroboros prose. But that's just me. So Stuart's selling his car. I hope the money he gets from this makes certain that the next record is not the aural equivalent of a three year-old with a plastic sword who is banging you repeatedly on the shins and screaming the word 'subtraction' at the top of his lungs. That would make me happy. Not that any of the other records have been like that (i.e. bad), but hey, there's always a chance. It seems like there's just a hint of hostility in the air (or whatever) with Sinister. It's kind of nice actually. I'd grown so used to the pseudo-bucolic daze I got from reading the posts that I took it for granted. Just like the Godspeed you black emperor mailing list- it functions simply to make me feel lucky that I long ago lost my desire to write sarcastic and angry things to people with whom I will never meet. I definitely think that B&S should release, a la Dismemberment Plan, the backing tracks to their albums, and then let the fans do remixes. I would kill to hear a DJ Chu or Llew remix of just about any track- first choice would be Boy with the Arab Strap, or maybe even Loneliness...Runner. I doubt that would happen though. Maybe we could do an all-emeritus remix instead, of only Isobel and other-Stuart songs. The new Dave Eggers book is good. less good than the first though. more slippery. thanks, and now, I die, Kev +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Tue Oct 22 23:15:23 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 23:15:23 +0100 Subject: Sinister: overly familiar fruit In-Reply-To: <1376.1035284943@www31.gmx.net> Message-ID: two posts in one week from the Dirty Vicar... what am I like? on 22/10/02 12:09, anakin_sky at gmx.net at anakin_sky at gmx.net wrote: > luna, wow...d'you know whether they tour england as well? I dunno, I only saw the poster yesterday. Maybe I misread it and it's actually Back Alley who are playing next Wednesday in Dublin. > you keep going on > about the chalets, so what about -them- coming over to the mainland? would > love to see/hear what all the fuzz is about. Well, if you point your web browser at the Chalets' website ( http://www.thechalets.com ), you will be able to download their top tune 'Theme From Chalets'. This is everyone's favourite Chalets tune as it's the one you can listen to at home, and it features top boy-girl singing action, and is about loser boys and the most cackhanded attempt to get laid EVER. The website also mentions that The Chalets are indeed playing gigs in that London in November... on November 9th there is an afternoon gig somewhere and then that evening they play popular club Strange Fruit. This was already brought to your attention by the lovely Ms Grainne Lynch on about October 1st in a post with a smutty subject line: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200210/msg00004.html I am not associated with The Chalets in any way. > manchester sounds good (cos i'm here). these earthquakes though are really > freaking me out. never been in one before, back in good old germany, and now > there's been 5 or so in the last 2 days...this morning i woke up from one at > 4.30am! we had an earthquake here in Dublin once. it was brilliant. My mother thought it was the washing machine acting up. I'm looking forward to going to Manchester. I mean, that's assuming I actually go and stuff. But I reckon they'll have cleaned up after the earthquake and demolished all the broken buildings. So it should be nice. bless you all. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Wed Oct 23 21:02:41 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 20:02:41 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ends "I can't go on, I'll go on" Message-ID: Dear Sinister, How are you? I shall start as the custom dictates and explain my protracted absence from the list of late. No I wont. I was reading all summer � I did write a long thing about a pub in Birmingham which I thought about sending but I went off it before I had chance. Alas. Sinister has been a tad dreary in recent times, no wait, that�s unfair. I have greatly enjoyed posts by� I wont embarrass them by mentioning names but there have been a fair few now that I think about it, and also if I mention someone then any omitted names might feel that I disliked their recent posts when perhaps I liked them and just forgot or was merely indifferent to them. Still, there was one post of fewer words than I have even yet expended which openly poured scorn on another member of the list � not to be encouraged, one of the beauties of Sinister is that its relatively sedate pace gives us fair chance to fully work through our viewpoints � oh I don�t mean we have to indulge in tawdry, strung out dialectics every time we want to say something, but if I were to have an opinion, then Sinister provides both the space and the place for me to extol the virtues of said opinion, perhaps even to play devils advocate, for good and bad can be found in all things. More important than what the opinion is, and more interesting to me and probably the rest of the list is how that opinion is justified and explained, for only then can you be vindicated in having it in the first place. Certainly, if you aren�t keen on something that someone has said on the list, then no matter how far the extent of your annoyance runs it will still seem crass to resort to base, crude ejaculations of that annoyance. But I wont preach. I don�t know how. Given that I asked how you are in my first sentence it only seems fair for you to return the question. Ok. I moved away from seclusion in Birmingham to study English Literature at Sheffield University in September and have since been doing just that, amongst other things. I quite like Sheffield � it�s fairly similar to Birmingham though, to be honest, which is a mixed blessing (cue misty eyed false reminiscences about when places looked different from one another, when regional identity meant something (oh, it does), coincidentally I was in Leeds at the weekend and it, too, looked pretty similar), Sheffield does, however, seem much safer, I have wandered about on my own at 3am and only been threatened by a double-decker Jesus Army bus looking even more lurid in the orange streetlight (please if you have stories or statistics relating to horrendous street crime in Sheffield then please don�t send them to me, I wish to remain complacent for as long as possible). I could now go off into a lengthy report on the relative merits and shortcomings of Sheffield and its amenities, but I�ve no doubt there are already dozens in circulation which detail things much more accurately than I ever could. I should probably mention Offbeat though, which is a fun place to trot along to every other Friday, and certainly better than any of the clubs in Birmingham, not that I ever went to them � I suspect a fair few of the people there are on Sinister, I�m too timid just to go up to people there and ask, but I imagine there�s at least one or two. For anyone there last Friday, I was the one wearing the lemon yellow tshirt which said �Rachel� on the back. That�s another thing, actually (I don�t know what the first thing was, no) and this is the reason I dislike the people I live with here, I�m in Halls of Residence and the people on the same floor as me have taken aversion to the fact that I have committed such heinous crimes as: occasionally wearing girls clothes, occasionally wearing makeup, wearing beads, just dressing �like a weirdo�, being vegetarian, being teetotal and having a strange taste in music; oh my heart bleeds etc� ok so it�s not really that bad, and I�m exaggerating because there are one or two people that I get on fairly well with, but some of the others think it�s hilarious to get up to such kerazee antics as moving the fridge into the corridor, breaking ceiling tiles by punching them and blasting �Eye of The Tiger� five times in succession at 2am and thinking that they�re justified simply because they�re students. Nonetheless, and so this doesn�t turn into another doom-fest, I am, as I said, quite enjoying Sheffield, I like the freedom of being able to go for an aimless walk whenever the fancy so takes me without having to explain myself to anyone. If anyone is familiar with the poetry of UA Fanthrope, then I would say that life at the moment is a bit like that. Or perhaps I�m just inevitably romanticising the situation � but who amongst us can honestly say they�re not? Admittedly, I�m not much of a people person, in fact I�d go as far as saying I�m completely inept at conversation and� this sentence was definitely going somewhere when I began it � hmn - so, which Belle and Sebastian album do you think is the most twee? No wait, don�t answer that. No, actually, do. The people on my course? They seem remarkably badly read, for English students, as it goes, no one I have spoken to has yet even heard of, let alone read Pynchon, Naipaul or Perec, though I haven�t mentioned those three to everyone I�ve met and obviously I�m horribly elitist as well. Then again I wouldn�t exactly regard myself as being well read either, who would? This post isn�t really going very far at the moment. Was there anything else? Oh yeah, if anyone in Sheffield wants to meet me (and after this scintillating little whirl who can honestly say they wouldn�t?) then that�d be lovely, just form an orderly queue behind the bikesheds, or email me, whichever is the more convenient. I suppose it just remains for me to apologise for not turning up at the Birmingham picnic(s) a couple of months ago, if I haven�t already, but I think I actually developed an aversion to people during the course of the summer. But. Even catatonia has to duet with Tom Jones every now and again. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From charismarisa at xxx.com Wed Oct 23 21:28:43 2002 From: charismarisa at xxx.com (marisa stroud) Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 16:28:43 -0400 Subject: Sinister: I wonder if I know you... Message-ID: I didn't just spend a summer wasting, I spent a whole year. Well, 10 months. I was in Glasgow from September to July. And I never knew you, sweet Sinister. Now that I've found you and am reading your posts, particularly those from the folk in Glasgow, I'm feeling more homesick than I think I ever have been. Except maybe during the few trips I've made to the States. For whatever reason, going 'down south' makes me desperate to get back to the wilds of Canada. But now my feet long to trip lightly down the cobblestone road of Ashton Lane and down a glass of orange juice in a oner at the Grovesnor. But I only had toast there. I didn't know any better, you see? I want to go back. I want to ignore the scary man who lurkes in the alleyway out to Byres Rd between Iceland and Roots&Fruits. I want to stand waiting for the train in the Hillhead underground and think about the story on the back of Tigermilk and smile. Do you realize that The Tap is less than ten seconds from my boyfriend's flat? Oh yeah. He lives on Radnor St, that little bit road that separates Sauchihall and Argyll. I sang 'Dyland in the Movies' to myself every time I had to go down Kelvin Way to get to his flat from the uni. Due to the mankiness of my flatmate, I spent most of the year there, walking from Havelock St through the hospital to get to his. I walked past you every day. Maybe I even squeezed by you to get a drink from the bar. But I didn't say hi. How could I have known? Ignorance is lame. I'm coming home. I decided I'm going back to Glasgow, one way or another. So please, please please keep the Winchester Club going until I get there! It'll be August at the latest before I can come. I've always dreamed of going somewhere I would actually want to dance! I want to see Struan flail his arms of sex and dance like no one's watching, especially not those with sinister intentions. That would very probably make my year. I found out about the Win far too late. I didn't hear about it till the B&S gig at the QMU in June. I was there. You probably were, too. But I didn't know you then. Mummy Honey (well, her computer, anyway) just gave me the nudge out of the nest, but I think it'll take awhile to get used to these wings. I feel like I should provide some content, at least the first time. So I'll talk about the new Reindeer Section album, although I know a couple of other people have already ventured on the subject. I may be biased, cause this is one of my new favourite albums. It's slower and sweeter than the first one, though. Broken hearts beware: there are a lot of "you packed your things and took my heart" songs here, but there are also some celebrations of love to keep the bipolarity interest factor up. There's even a very Arab Strap-y track, but he keeps his ramblings pretty well with the beat of the underlying melody. I like Arab Strap, but I also really like melody, so I enjoy this track quite a bit. If you liked Y'all get scared... this one's a pretty safe bet, providing you don't mind your songs a wee bit on the quiet side. It's definitely worth a listen, especially if you know someone you can nick it from for a few days. Content? Check. Hearbreak songs seem to be all the rage this year, when I'm finally in love. But Sloan's new(ish) album Pretty Together has something for everyone: Chris' 'man on the side' songs, Patrick's 'you love me, I love me, everyone loves me' songs, Jay's 'are you giving me back my love?' songs (such an important theme that he used that as a whole song idea/title), and Andrew's usual 'I've been dating Fi so long I don't write love songs anymore, even though I'm a dad now' avant-gardish tracks. There, now I promise not to mention Sloan again for a good while. I've heard some rumblings that Sinister isn't as twee as it used to be; some darker elements are starting to show beneath the happy bucolic veneer. But from what I've read (and it's quite a bit, I'm embarrased to say), it's better to talk and to disagree than to never have a voice. I can't wait to get back home to Glasgow, and already I think of you when I list the reasons why. I know I've just begun, but I feel like Sinister's something pretty special, and I'm glad I have a chance to be a part of it. marisa _________________________________________________________________ Internet access plans that fit your lifestyle -- join MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Hugo JJ <12813249 at xxx.za> Thu Oct 24 15:01:30 2002 From: Hugo JJ <12813249 at xxx.za> (Hugo JJ <12813249 at xxx.za>) Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 16:01:30 +0200 Subject: Sinister: seasons change with the scenery Message-ID: <658006E8F0B91C43B7FB157784B191B716A3F4@STBEVS01.stb.sun.ac.za> dearest sinister well, what a weird week it's been, and since - as everyone seems to notice - it's been quiet around here lately, i guess you're just going to have to put up with hearing a little bit about it. first, though, on the topic of posts: yes, they've certainly been far fewer and well, further, between, but i for one haven't really detected a slackening in standard, which is as much to say, thanks again for the many really nice posts that have been brightening my days and helping to make a really nice spring even nicer. and how could anyone NOT have been utterly delighted with the weakest link? which i for one thought was one of the best things the list has ever seen. thanks ken. (and if you DO EVER find out the treasure-hunt thingies, you will please be so good as to let everyone know: of course after you've shamelessly abused them for purely personal gain and advancement. after all your shameless ploys - for the rest, cf. the q&a section on the band's page: how i smirked in a public place - you surely deserve it!) so yes, and while all of you up north are bracing yourselves for winter, unpacking all your favourite wet wednesday afternoons, dusting off wellingtons, raincoats and umbrella's (umbrella's! wow, what a secret world has been opened to my prying eyes!) - or so i imagine - here it's turning into a lovely breezy blissful spring. it's not too hot (yet) and balmy, and altogether unhelpful to anyone who's as far behind with their work as i am. but oh well. and just last week, after (i think it was wednesday, which also featured a quite remarkable bunch of feel-good posts :)) [<== note my infamous double-chinned smiley face :)] i was busy drafting an ode on just how wonderful everything was, when of course, the (potential of) disaster (looked like it would) strike. predictably, really. disaster, no larger than a man's hand, appeared on the horizon in the form of a rather special ex - as i suppose it rather often does. rather special as in someone who broke my heart at several times in several different configurations of tiny tiny pieces that became ever harder to put together again, and that, like gaspard winckler's revenge (if you know what i mean ;) , also seemed to always end up with the wrong shaped piece to put in the final little hole. after which she then became a rather unhealthy obsession. which i thought was over with, finally, this year, helped by the knowledge that she was going to germany (i.e. very far away) and i! would probably never see her again. except she wasn't. in germany. that is. well, she came back. (help! i'm turning into richard gillanders! i think. well. almost. i guess.) and there she was, and it just happened to be her birthday, so instead of getting off with the polite little wave that would have been sufficient, i had to run across and congatulate her. i ask you. (which doesn't really explain why the chicken crossed the road, since it took a lot of guts, i thought at the time, and also meant i wasn't thinking very clearly). conversation was brief, to the point and functional, but all i could think of was ways of keeping my heart from bursting through my ribs. it hasn't beat as fast in more than 2 years. (which, in a tenuous attempt at content, reminds me of the description stuart david gives of being in love in nalda said: the girl always makes the boy's heart "beat very fast, and then very slow." i liked that book a lot) of course, being a seasoned sufferer, i knew what was to follow - years and years more of misery, bloodshed and sheer boredom for my friends. but this time, i had a PLAN. and the PLAN was suggested by yes, you, in a way, and comes from that lovely piece of advice (though he probably didn't see it quite as "advice" at the time. i think) by matthew henderson which caitlin keeps reminding us of. to quote: When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position. so, the PLAN involved what i would call a pre-emptive sulk: take a half-jack of brandy, down really quickly, pausing only to put cf gf by the tindersticks on repeat (alternatively, intersperse with (you take) this heart of mine). then spend night crying about all kinds of things, including your friend who died earlier the year, which is good, because you haven't really done so properly before, and the stuff he said last time you spoke is the only thing keeping you from cutting yourself to ribbons now, again. smoke a LOT. fall asleep eventually and sleep forever. wake up. switch to trembling blue stars and stay there. stay in your room an entire day and read the heart is a lonely hunter in one sitting. fast: drinking only water and smoking. (feeling really really really sorry for yourself and resentfully cursing the entire female gender is, of course, de rigeur) fall asleep and sleep forever. wake up. find its a beautiful day, decide fuck it and go to have coffee with a good ! friend. then decide fuckit still further (or as they used to say around these parts: fuck it. fuck it with knives. OR as astrid used to say, famously: sod it. which is just a way of saying: WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ASTRID???) and spend the rest of the day at the beach playing frisbee and getting your pre-summer tan. in short: IT WORKED!!! something that would (and had) sent me off the rails for two horrible years was eventually (and finally!) handled in a sortof mature way. okay, not really, but i got over it. so that's great, and so is everything else again, and i'm so happy to be able to tell you all this. (okay, so i'm sorry i AM telling you all this. sorry. hopefully someone else will post a thingy full of wit and erudition, and errrmm... i suppose smut, soon, to make your mail account earn its keep). in short: THERE'S TOO MUCH LOVE TO GO AROUND THESE DAY-AY-AY-AY-AY-S. (or alternatively: get out of the office and into the springtime) also, my (admittedly very meager) salary GOT TRIPLED! so that helps too i suppose. now just to wait until our (terrible!) music retailers finally get wind of the polyphonic spree, and bob's my... favourite falling in the river kindof guy. when i say terrible, i mean, we only got the STROKES and the WHITE STRIPES released in this country 3 MONTHS AGO!!! i mean, fuck that. (so if i ever complain about musical isolation here, please bear that in mind). well, that's about it. have lots to do now, so until next time, sorry, and adios. and thank you all ever so very very much for making life always a littler brighter, a little more tender and altogether very wonderful. love JohaN +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk Thu Oct 24 16:25:16 2002 From: mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?stout=20robin?=) Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 16:25:16 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: I'm just going to take a left instead of a right to see what happens Message-ID: <20021024152516.40684.qmail@web21502.mail.yahoo.com> Just a quickie: The latest entry in Stuart's diary is great. It's great because, in a way, it's quite revealing, but what it reveals is that he's just the way we want him to be!!! He also makes good use of exclamation marks without making them look corny. http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/181002.html I wonder how stuart's dairy is going...? I just looked at the auction for Max and it's standing at 3,600 quid with only an hour and a half left. I wonder who all these people are who are bidding for it. Is it any of you?? Despite the winter chill that's set into the list recently, there've been lots of posts from different faces and it's reminded me how many of you there are out there. So come on, one of you must have bid something. http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=1777807925 that's all. Reporting Back on the Cardiff Picnic to follow... Stay tuned..! toodle pip Robin x __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Fri Oct 25 14:34:51 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 13:34:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A Disaster, A Picnic, and a Broken Bus Message-ID: BELLE AND SEBASTIAN SPLIT UP, WELL SORT OF... Yesterday I had a disaster. I was standing in the tea point with a tea bag in one hand and rinsing my Belle and Sebastian mug under the tap with the other, when the mug became strangely slippery and flew out of my hand, smashing into a million pieces on the floor. I stood there for a while, looking glumly at my teabag, as the tinkling of the china pieces echoed and trickled away. The most depressing thing was that the only thing that could possibly have consoled me at that point was a nice, warm cuppa, and that was the one thing that I couldn�t possibly have. People were kind, though, and offered me their own mugs as I walked glum faced down the corridor, but it just wouldn�t have been the same. Each triangle of china had lodged somewhere in my heart. REPORTING BACK Last Saturday, myself and Annie had a Sinister Picnic in Cardiff. It was great. Annie, you were perfect company. The picnic went strangely according to plan, ending up with us eating a sandwich on a bench at Roath Park, overlooking the boating lake. We visited an awful lot of places and spent a lot of time talking about YOU and THEM. In the evening we went to a disco, and danced to le pastie de la bourgeoisie. I was exhausted. There�s too much to tell from Saturday, really, so instead I�m going to tell you a little story about what happened at the bus stop on Sunday morning... The hairy muscled driver of the 8A had to arc round a parked car as it approached the bus stop. This may have been the reason why he forgot to squeeze the brake and ended up crashing into our bus shelter. We were unscratched and the bus shelter was as green and shiny as usual, but the bus had a huge hole in it. I was quite surprised at the damaged inflicted on this brontosaurus of public transport by a tiny little shelter, but, looking at the edges of the rather astonishing hole that was left behind, it seemed that the bus was only made out of some sort of fibreglass. I began to suspect that it might not even be a real bus. I was the first to get on. "That must have scratched the paintwork," said the driver. "Scratched the paintwork?! There�s a BLUDDY GREAT HOLE IN YOUR BUS!" "Oh dear,� he said, after taking a look. "The boss won�t be too pleased about that." Then just drove away as if nothing had happened. Sitting at the back, Annie and I travelled past the old Gaiety Cinema. This is a beautiful old building with grand white turrets outside the front, but had been abandoned in recent years, the council preferring to let the Panjabi Hit Squad and the Pay As U Go Cartel wallpaper the outside, rather than give it a proper lick of paint. However, the talk of the town, or to be more accurate, the talk of my kitchen recently has been that a mysterious, shadowy individual has bought the old Gaiety and has been slowly restoring it to its former glory. No one could work out what it was going to be. A cinema? A nightclub? A knocking shop? And then, only last week, I found out. TEN PIN BOWLING! HURRAH! I can�t wait! I�ve been buffing my balls already, in sweaty expectation. BUT DID THE SPANNER HAVE TO BE THAT LONG?? Thank you Miss Honey for fixing the Archives. I didn�t believe you when you turned up in the middle of the night with your "very special tool", but it seems to have done the trick. AND, OVER ON ITV... I was trying to bite my lip, but... The Dirty Vicar: << It will be cool, much cooler than anything this list has done in my time on it.>> A little below the belt, maybe, but I think the last part of that sentence may have a point. It�s been ages since we really did something massive. But also, we have picnics so often they aren�t much of an event any more. Annie and I couldn�t understand why there�s so much hostility between Bowlie and here. Lots of us are in both places anyway. Obviously there are certain historical reasons for some of us not liking Bowlie, and certain personalities we wish to avoid, but you know, I don�t think it�s a big deal for most of us. For me, I just stick around here cos I like to write in proper paragraphs, and sentences, but that�s no reason to steal Bowlie�s pencil case while they�re at PE. DV also said: << Smash Imperialism>> Yeah, but hands off my new mug, alright? Robin x _________________________________________________________________ Get a speedy connection with MSN Broadband.� Join now! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk Fri Oct 25 17:27:13 2002 From: mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?stout=20robin?=) Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 17:27:13 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Fuck, I've just poured tea all over my keyboard... Message-ID: <20021025162713.25650.qmail@web21503.mail.yahoo.com> Hello, my name's Robin, welcome to my Blog I'm bored, you know. Somehow I'm still at work on Friday afternoon and I've got nothing to do. I spent the last half an hour drawing a picture of a hairy dog in Paint. Anyway, latest update: Max the car has been sold to a woman called Lisa from DC... ...and... (sit down Ken, pour yourself a stiff drink) ... the latest diary entry reveals the answers to the London Treasure Hunt Clues!!! http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/251002.html bye! Robin x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rabidpenguin at xxx.com Fri Oct 25 21:31:05 2002 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 15:31:05 -0500 Subject: Sinister: why can't i be sad all the time? Message-ID: it is nice today - it is cold and crisp - cold enough to make our cheeks rosey - yet we are all still pretty warm - it is a gray day - like the last several - it is starting to become winter outside - the trees are finally losing all there leaves - the ground is cluttered with color - that crunches as i walk over it - it is the season now - when ever this time of year comes - there is always a sort of changing of moods - it seems that when it gets grayer - so do i - gone are the long days and short nights - now the sun is up around seven and is gone again by six - it always seems that around this time of year - i seem to get sad - usually not by any sort of means - i just start to feel a little more depressed then usual - is that wrong - my mother seems to think that medication is needed because it is not right to not want to smile - but why not - - why can't i be like nature around me - trees are dying and going to sleep for the winter - nothing is coming alive - everything is slowing down and preparing to sleep - so why can't i just do the same - now i am not saying that i would like to sleep all day - it would be nice once in a while - but is there anything really wrong with not feeling like doing anything - i believe no - but friends say yes - they think that the 'spirt of life is out of me' - ugh - what is that - the spirt of life - no i am not buying that - to me it is fine to be sad - it is fine to not want to do anything - it is fine to sit around and listen to sad music all day - i guess i will just have to keep being sad and hope that everyone around me begins to understand - _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access -- and 2 months free!� Try MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From clairk at xxx.edu Sat Oct 26 08:38:50 2002 From: clairk at xxx.edu (kevin m. clair) Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 02:38:50 -0500 Subject: Sinister: oh yeah, things are bad all over Message-ID: <512812663.1035599930@RIVENDELL> Hello sinisters. It's fall again, which means it tries and fails to snow every now and then and it's cold and cloudy and the leaves are falling from the trees and everything looks generally miserable. I haven't really done any exploring of the rest of the vicinity but my town certainly is looking like it's ready for our six-month winter. I used to love fall but now I'm not so sure; after the leaves are gone it seems like it's just wasting valuable transition time between summer and winter. But it was nice out tonight when I went out walking, except that there were parties all over the place and many of the freshmen had been well-plied with liquor and were stumbling about shouting things. And the hallway downstairs smelled bad. Eventually I grew tired of all that nonsense and now I've been holed up in my room listening to the White Stripes all night, which was okay. I kinda wish more people were around, though. I've had to resort to reading other people's blogs and posting rubbish to mine. bah. This weekend I kinda feel like going to Minneapolis and buying Pocky, since I haven't had any in a long time. If I had my own car that would be easy, but I'd always be poor because I'd be driving up there all the time to get more of it. I should buy it online or something, but then I'd lose a reason to go to Minneapolis. I guess I could always go and buy records, and there's that Dismemberment Plan show next month I'll screw my finals for. excitement. I wish it would hurry up and snow down here already. I'm getting impatient. We had one decent flurry where snowballs were a possibility but I had to write a paper that night. I think I'll go to the curry place this weekend. That's all I have to say. Today's lesson is that October in Minnesota is lame, and it should hurry up and be November so that I can turn twenty. Perhaps I'll read about the Boer War a little and then go to bed. Sometimes that's what needs to be done. --kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elle_jane1 at xxx.uk Sat Oct 26 19:37:31 2002 From: elle_jane1 at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Ellebelle?=) Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 19:37:31 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: imaginary cats, the last train home and stuff Message-ID: <20021026183731.84743.qmail@web12901.mail.yahoo.com> So here we go. Countless messages composed whilst parked on the M25 or standing in a queue at Sainsbury's and finally The computer is on and I have the time to write something whilst trying to remember all the interesting things i wanted to say. It's at times like this an imaginary cat comes in useful. I'll go and feed her and maybe think of something to post about. So, Tigermilking, what a fantastic night. All you London and South-east people should be ashamed of yourselves. If Mark can ever bear to put himself through the horror of arranging another one you need to make sure you get there. The journey can often be just as fun (well it can be when you brush off British Rail (or whoever they are) employees to launch yourself into the last train home and land in the laps of a very nice gay couple who are having a nice cuddle on their way home not suspecting a girl is about to land in their laps and insist on making conversation about these wonderful new people she has met through the world that is Sinister. Boys, if you are reading this, you'll be glad to know i did get a taxi home like you told me to.) Anyway, I was just trying to say Tigermilking was great. Cheers, Mark. There was so much more I wanted to say but it's lost now. Well, actually I think I can do the rant thing. Now I know Mark told me not to go on about the fact this is my first post as it's pretty boring to read loads that just say 'Hey everyone, first post! cool eh!' But i think it's worth saying that it is because 1. it might encourage other non-posters to get their act together and stop composing imaginary posts and start mailing real ones. and 2. it's an easy way for me to tell you a bit about myself. don't worry, i won't do the whole utobiography thing, i'll just tell you the important bits. they are: 1. I have an imaginary cat called Belle. I wanted a real one but the responsibility thing is too scary (they can live for 20 years you know - you add 20 to your age and see how that makes you feel). 2. I'm a nice person. There you go, not too horrific I hope. So, a little bit of relevant stuff and lots of affle. Get used to it. And post yourself if you don't like it. Elle. + Belle __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com Sun Oct 27 01:15:00 2002 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 01:15:00 +0100 Subject: Sinister: lights bursting and splurting Message-ID: well, i have just spent the past three hours bent over my guitar learning "fruit tree" by nick drake in minute detail. I am most definitely getting good at it but my hands are shaking and my belly feels like it's got a big punchy thing inside it. It's quiet here and the only company i have is a cheeky looking homemade pumpkin light glowing in the corner of the room. I have to take my sock off ( i don't have a hat and i don't really like that phrase, yeh anarchy!) to Kieran Devaney for another cracking post, admittedly i haven't read it yet (i will when i am less dapsy)but it filled my whole screen with text, i might copy it and use it as some avante-garde wallpaper. Perhaps you are the reason this place has been so quiet lately, maybe you are the word thief who creeps into peoples homes at night and sucks the words out of innocent sinisterees,ay, wink,point,wink,point. On the subject of words, (what a smooth link) i, like ken chu, have been recieving messages from my beloved flatmates, one said: "thanks for eating my cereal you bunch of cunts" and the other was cunningly placed on an empty bottle saying: "jody's "my gay bum hurts" juice" Yes, i know it's offensive and horrible, but it is funny and it made jody very angry, he he. isn't this time of year just fantastic? I vote for autumn all year round because you get lovely yellow sunshine and brown leaves and conkers and gloves and-it-is-good-i-like-it. well, i think i'm going to get back to that guitar now and i hope to see some of you sooooooooonnnnn please. love and new shoes hannah b " he was creeching out loud and waving his rookers and making real horrorshow with the slovos, only the odd blurp, blurp coming from his keeshas, like something was orbiting within..." = how cool is that, anthony burgess, clockwork orange _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access for only $21.95/month.� Try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mary_goodshoes at xxx.com Sun Oct 27 23:15:41 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 23:15:41 -0000 Subject: Sinister: You're my luv S.C.U.D. Message-ID: Okay, so I am like, THE NICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. I'm so considerate of other people's well being that I don't hesitate to step in and save a little old lady from being mugged and throw a couple of punches when the assailant starts on me. All hail the Glam Avenger! Single-handedly cleaning up the streets of Hackney. Ahem. I'm so considerate of not offending people, that when I succumb to my guilty pleasure of watching teen movies and I go to a big fuck-off sized cinema to watch "Slap her, She's French" and they assign seats, I sit in my assigned seat. And I stay put. Even when the ticketing office decides to make someone else sit RIGHT NEXT TO ME when there's like, 600 other seats available. No, I stay put as I don't want to appear rude or have them thinking they smell or something. Even though they did. A little. I'm so considerate of not upsetting my "We're so in love" flatmates, that when they start HEAVY PETTING WITH THE DOOR OPEN and their moans begin to echo around the apartment, I don't complain, I simply plug in my headphones and listen to eighties metal. God, I need to be more selfish. So, lately I've been succumbing to geekdom again. It's an on/off love affair that started in primary school when I was the only girl to join the boys' dungeons and dragons club. It lasted two weeks before an overzealous religious parent put a stop to it for devil worshipping purposes. I know, I was confused as well. The point is (was there a point? I'm going for the whole 'post full of digressions and not making much sense' look myself). The point is, after pouting and refusing to play my dreamcast for a few weeks due to major Gum hatred issues, I came back, switched characters and nailed THREE LEVELS in like, five minutes. How much do I rock? Answers on a postcard c/- The Middlesex Hospital Occupational Therapy Department, Mortimer St, London. Presents, love letters and strippergrams are also encouraged. I'll never be an indie purist. I just don't understand it. Justin 'I used to have hair like Leo Sayer' Timberlake is my new pop hero. Now, don't get me wrong here, after the demise of Take That I swore I could never love a boy band again. And, despite occasional dalliances with the Backstreet Boys, I haven't. N*Sync would often amuse me as they managed to become the first ever U.G.L.Y. boy band to succeed in the industry, but their music rarely took me. But hand me some candle wax and call me Mrs Hardwick if Little Michael hasn't completely won me over with his hip pop fabulous solo debut. Honestly, it's four minutes of pure heaven. And the part where he says "Drums!" and the drums come in is divine. It's not terrifically original, but the hook and falsetto notes are fab and it's done with such enthusiasm it should be commended. "You talk to Marianna when you want to know about porn or the Powerpuff Girls." I also know far too much trivia about Press Gang, Bis and the health of Dido's father if you're interested. Speaking of Bis, I was given a cartoon mocking my beloved the other week. Caption reading: Bis Headquarters, 1999. "Hey guys! Maybe instead of rocking, we should suck!" Which is funny, given that I had the pleasure of watching "The Powerpuff Girls - THE MOVIE" last week with Miss Liz Daplyn and Mr Rob Brennan and the end theme tune (written by Bis, natch) which, ordinarily, is a pogo-tastic bubblegum rock ditty, totally SIX FINGERS OF RAWKED OUT! It totally ruled my world. As did the film, which included an opposable thumbs joke that was worth the admission alone. I love Bis. I love the fact that they're electropop and yet completely ignored by the electro poseurs du jour. They're totally hip and completely ostracised and don't give a damn. They're my heroes. So you can understand the sacrifice I made when I skipped their London gig to attend a farewell soiree for Mr Ben Apps who has fled the country in search of wedded bliss with the cutie Miss Rachel Fruitloop. Bless their little cotton socks. Had enough? I have. Next time, amusement and eloquence. Promise. xXx Miss Marianna Longmire. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Sun Oct 27 23:53:27 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 23:53:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: more *v*nt g*rd* wallpaper Message-ID: Dear Sinister, This morning when I got into the shower it was 9am, when I left the shower it was 8:45am. I know what you�re thinking � that�s a really long shower! But seriously, far from being some kind of Tardis (half the time the showers here aren�t even decent enough to transport me to cleanliness, let alone elsewhere) or similar time travelling device, the showers were not to blame for my temporal shift, and neither was I. But don�t worry, I�m not about to rewrite the lyrics to a popular Belles tune and refit them to the problematic experience of the onset of Daylight Savings Time (although � La Pastie de la BST - no). You see, every week here there�s a pub quiz, and I�m usually quite good on the music questions, I take part just to be sociable (you might like to put that into inverted commas) you understand � but a couple of weeks ago one of the questions was �Who was the original guitarist with the group Suede?� Now I thought that pretty much everyone knew that Justine Frishmann had been in Suede very early on, playing guitar, before she departed to form Elastica. You might say that Justine was Suede�s original guitarist. Put that down. But apparently not � not knowing their pop, the writers of the quiz thought that boring old Bernard Butler was correct. This is what I have to put up with. Worse still, the people I was with took it as fact that *I* was wrong � think outside of the box, guys, think outside of the box. Speaking of which, where does irony start and finish? It�s not that important actually. Cliff Richard�s �Millennium Prayer� for example, played by a professed Christian at high volume in between �Hot Stuff� (that might not be the title actually, and I don�t know the artist/artistes � but the song from �The Full Monty� anyway) and �Eye of The Tiger� (again! Fucks sake) � ironic or not? Cut to Friday. I am in bed reading; it�s just gone nine in the evening � �Malone Dies� incidentally, by Beckett, worth taking a look at. Oh Lord. Actually before that there�s something else. Cut to a week or so before that, a Wednesday in the afternoon. I am sitting in a philosophy seminar trying to defend Mark Rothko ��well, um, actually if you look at how the pieces progress in series and you see how his use of, er, colour moves from bright tones and contrasts to the almost exclusive monochrome works of his later life and how his canvasses got slowly smaller and stuff then, er, I think you *can* discern something about his life � he wasn�t getting any happier really. Er, yeah� oh, I�ll just get rid of whoever this is.� Having spent the past three or more years decrying mobile phones (that�s cell phones to our American cousins - my hat goes off to you all), and having been finally persuaded to bring one out to Sheffield with me (my family likes them enough to have spares even), and having found it surprisingly, almost irritatingly useful whilst here, despite resolving never to take it out with me here I was with it ringing in the middle of a lesson. In short, I had turned into everything I hate. Dear. But let me explain � I had had two people over the previous evening, who had slept on my floor. I had to get up for a lecture in the morning, but rather than turf them out at such an ungodly hour (i.e. one in the morning � they aren�t morning people), I thought they could leave when they wanted and give me the key back later in the day. But how? �Oh� phone me when you�re ready� Which meant I had to take the phone out with me, not being used to having it about my person I neglect to switch it off before the seminar etc etc. Still. In said seminar there is someone called Luna and someone Called Tristian good names all. Luna asked me where I got my pink tshirt from, and said that she liked it. The north is like that. Ha ha �the north�. Oh, no I�m not going to get into any stereotypes about shitpit northern sink estates or people being �friendlier� but if I count up the amount of sartorial compliments I�ve had whilst in Sheffield (four!) with the amount I had in Birmingham (one) this year then Sheffield wins by a mile � and I�ve only been here a few weeks. Two girls stopped me on the street to say that they liked the beads I was wearing; I�ll show them to you sometime, pink and purple hearts. They were fifteen though, and one of them had a skateboard. Why aren�t you in school? Anyway I was reading, it was Friday evening, I wasn�t going anywhere, and the phone goes. I thought about not telling you for a minute there, it isn�t all that interesting. It was my brother: �I�m in town, it�s absolutely pissing it down here, I�m stood in the Phones 4U shop doorway, I can�t find anyone..� �So you thought you�d ring me?� I told you it wasn�t that interesting � I suggested he should go home, after he ran through all the possible places his friends could be and weren�t and the call ended with him actually spotting his friends, shouting �ALRIGHT LADS!� and hanging up. Actually that�s an interesting internet protocol thing (not as in the ISP type of protocol � netiquette if you will), if I indicate that someone is shouting by saying �shouting� do I still need to put the shouted phrase in caps? It loses some of its impact if I do. Funny that. Hey, I was just listening to Pulp�s �Help the Aged� � thinking back to, I guess, last year when Pulp played John Peel�s fifty years in broadcasting party, a ripple of laughter running through the audience when Jarvis dedicates it to John. Awww. But then there�s a bit in the chorus: �No big deal/So give us all a feel.� And I thought it�d be nice if he would�ve sung: �No big deal/So listen to John Peel.� A chance missed. I�ve decided I like Pulp a bit more than I used to, actually, I might run to buying the earlier albums (which I think have been recently reissued) even, if only so I can say things like: �Jarvis� appearance on Stars in their Eyes was his Urinal, and almost as important� without any real justification. Why do some trees lose their leaves and others not? I don�t want the biological explanation either, make something up. Hm. Did I ever tell you about the time my aunt taught me transcendental meditation? I probably have, I can�t check the archives on this computer though. It�s a good story, I�ll leave it for another time. Ok, well it appears as though nobody in Sheffield wants to meet me at the moment, but that�s fair enough. I could give a lengthy list of reasons detailing why that is, in which the fault never lies with me, but rather with circumstance or obligation etc, but that wouldn�t make for great reading. On the other hand several people said nice things after my previous post, including Hannah Brown, who has sampled first hand my professed conversational ineptitude and yet still offers kind words � that�s� dedication isn�t quite the word, something close to it though � shift F7 � devotion, commitment, enthusiasm, keenness, perseverance, allegiance, ardour, loyalty for you. Hm. According to Microsoft Word �twee� isn�t a word. It�s come up here with the red underline, indicating that I am somewhat in error. Well ha ha ha. On the subject of Belle and Sebastian� oh, yeah, I really like the idea of avant-garde wallpaper by the way, though I have a feeling it would involve stapling actual real life in the flesh roses to your wall; is that even possible? Too late in the year to try, isn�t it? In Birmingham, I might have told you this before, the bus that I get into town, either the 96 or the 97 goes down a long duel carriageway, along which are planted several trees which in the course of growing have jutted foliage out into the road. Now you�ve probably had the slightly unsettling experience of being on a bus which brushes past overarching branches � the disturbing ripping and scratching sounds as the wood scrapes along the side of the bus and springs back into place. Imagine though, what would happen if buses, about five every hour during peak time and a few more besides came into contact with those branches � the tree couldn�t take it, and eventually a bus shaped hole would be worn away, a negative of a rectangular double-decker side and roof. Well, and you might�ve seen this one coming, that�s exactly what has happened on the duel carriageway I mentioned above. Not just to one tree either, but lots, on both sides of the road. I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed it. Perhaps. It�s interesting. And sad, profoundly sad, sad in a way that I can�t even come close to describing. I�ll show you them sometime � perhaps you�ll just say: �This is how things are.� I don�t mind. This is bitty. Where was I? Oh yes, the similarities between Belle and Sebastian and Boards of Canada � thematic and musical, look out for them. What else, what else? The Sinister tape tree! Remember that? Hardly anyone has spoken of it on list, other than regarding boring admin and so on, so I�ll put in a good word. I must admit that I approached said tree with some trepidation (for your delectation now I shall overwork the tree metaphor to the point of collapse), because it seemed that it was a tree, as it were, arboretum - a forest, a copse perhaps of similar trees � indie trees. See, if Belle and Sebastian are a big tree in the forest of indie, with lots of similarly minded, though not nearly half as nice trees growing nearby, oh I wont sully them with the names of the actual bands they represent, you know what I�m on about, but there they are. It�s a nice forest, plenty of shade and so forth, but you wouldn�t exactly want to live there � not when there are other nice forests just round the corner with various different trees, conifers I think (aside: if this were not just half hearted, which musical genre would be the non-deciduous; that is the evergreen?), and other more exotic strains. Cacti. And so forth. See, I worried that the branches of the tape tree would all be taken from those saplings that had sprung up from the windfalls of the Belles� tree and grown in its shade. Happily this is not the case, cross fertilisation is abound the tapes I have so far received have, whilst remaining fairly true to the indie, er, genus, that is species, not been afraid to dally with seeds and cuttings taken from as far afield as, well, quite far afield. Lets just say that you�d have to climb right to the top of the Belle and Sebastian tree to see trees that far away � and that you can�t see quite so far from the top of chez T*mp**l*n. Take that however. For my own twig of the tape tree, though actually now I think about it there are two, a tape and a CD, which is I�m sure currently providing entertainment to someone, somewhere I selected flora which often grows just against the walls of the indie forest (walled forest isn�t a nice image, but it�s one I�m prepared to play with � would I better say �hedges� or �fences�?), but on the other side � so that it is not quite of the indie soil but is close, close. And also some stuff which isn�t close at all, but I thought would be of interest to the average b&s fan. And just looking at the tracklist for the tape there is some stuff on it which is pretty indie. So there you go. But what I also wanted to say was that it�s nice to be so connected � whether the tapes are just chucked together or minutely constructed through a series of graphs and charts there is a bigger sense of personality and internal logic to them that goes beyond just the songs in the order that they�re in. Is tape maker A trying to affirm what I like about indie, perhaps even to show me what I dislike about it, are they trying to create discord, to attack the status quo, to attack Status Quo? Which leads me back to my own tape and the CD, and I think: Was I saying �This is the kind of stuff you should be listening to as well as the Belles� or �This is the kind of stuff I listen to as well as the Belles�? It seems like an important difference, but lets not exaggerate it too much. The tape, I�d say, of the two, reflects my taste better � though I did make it much more recently. But lets not dwell on it too much. Um, so. Well actually this really fascinated me when I first started reading Sinister � I shall extend the tree metaphor yet further, are we, the peoples of Sinister like the above cited saplings, growing around the mighty tree of Belle and Sebastian, feeding off it and waxing as it waxes, waning ditto. Or are we branches of one tree, the band, us � the whole shebang? Which seems more appropriate? I�ll let you ponder that one. I.e. what is the list�s relationship with the band? I ask because even when new songs, new albums are released there seems to be very little in the way of close dissection of the meaning or relevance of the songs. I don�t mean this at all as a criticism (in some ways it�s actually a blessing), indeed it would seem to be a recurring feature of fansites and mailing lists that when fans of bands get together there seems to be very little analysis. Perhaps this follows you think, everyone likes the band, where is the source of debate? But consensus on a band being good does not at all equal consensus on which bits are good and why. What is Stuart getting at in, say, �I Could be Dreaming�? Really. Really really really. I kind of want to take a stab at it, I know I�ve gone on enough already and most people have stopped reading by now. Or perhaps I�m just mildly deprecating to fish for yet more compliments � �Are you still reading?� doesn�t quite tally, does it? So I wont, I honestly just plucked that song out of the air, but it�s quite a good one to pick apart, mixed images and so forth. Have a go if you like. Perhaps it�s something to do with the rock vs. academia dichotomy, that whole �You�re just killing the music by over-analysis, maaaan� schtick. Perhaps. Similarly, in the way that this train of thought seems to be circular, viz I don�t want to make feel obliged to discuss songs as they would �Hamlet� if they don�t want to, I�d be interested in reading stuff like that, but who wants to write it? Some people do, there are a couple of excellent pieces about b&s dotted about on the internet, but again I don�t want to guide the list into waters it isn�t familiar with (hubris indeed there, people will do as they like Kieran, not as you instruct them). More circularity. Like a Venn-diagram. Round one more time? Ok. Conclusions from last weeks philosophy seminar (not mine): Free Jazz isn�t music. Music has rules. John Cage�s 4:33 = The Emperor�s New Clothes (I owe Dave Q of ILM fame for my �Thinking you�re being fooled by an artist = philistinism� rebut, which is more or less all I said that day). Westlife and Shakira are talentless rubbish. You have to have an objective standard of quality in order to discuss things rationally. Enough. Just as this post started this morning when I got out of the shower fifteen minutes earlier than I had got in (I doctored the numbers, you know, for the sake of elegance � it may have been more 9:03 when I got in, more 8:41 when I got out. Forgive me) were this yesterday then, as the time clicks over 11pm it would have been today, for midnight would have passed. But today persists. Sunday persists. Will it be Monday in an hour? Who can honestly say? Love from Kieran. p.s. To clockwatchers: Yes it is almost midnight, actual midnight here now - a long story involving corrupted disks and slow lifts. Smash imperialism. _________________________________________________________________ Internet access plans that fit your lifestyle -- join MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Elizabeth.Daplyn at xxx.uk Mon Oct 28 11:41:42 2002 From: Elizabeth.Daplyn at xxx.uk (Daplyn Elizabeth) Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2002 11:41:42 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Junior Praise (HarperCollins, ISBN 0551040149) Message-ID: AUTUMN DAYS WHEN THE GRASS IS JEWELLED Nearly Hallowe'en once again, and I've turned another year older, this time having made a break for it and run away to join the London Village circus. "Hurrah!" cry all the people who moved to Glasgow just in time to avoid my arrival. Have spent far too much time in 'the' pub destroying brain cells, but with such nice company. This recalls foolish drunken ramblings about setting up a dedicated Sinister venue where twee pilgrims from all over the world could rest their weary heads in pools of beer on the shining counter presided over by their genial host. I vote for Stout Robin to provide all relevant landlordly bonhomie. Ribena on tap! Tigermilk wine thankfully not on tap! Buckfast maybe! And a back room with silly dancing quite literally a-go-go. I'll bake cakes for the clientele, even. If anyone has a big thumping lottery win we could be on our way, lads. AND THE SILK INSIDE A CHESTNUT SHELL A lovely crispy day, the piles of chlorophyll-bereft fallen leaves on the way to the bus stop looking seasonally gorgeous, having dried out overnight and thus not sticking to my nice shoes. I hope no-one in Britain was damaged by the gales (not hurricanes despite headless chicken action by newspapers) over the weekend. Those in areas of the world with exXxtreme weather may laugh indulgently at our own little Tornado Alley in Hampshire, but a storm in a teacup is exciting to the teabag. Or summink. Oh, and we have, like, EARTHQUAKES now and everything. It's the end times, I tell youse. What's the number of the Beast, man? I need to make a collect call. JET PLANES MEETING IN THE AIR TO BE REFUELLED Overweight pigeons; Spindly naked cherry trees oscillate wildly This was composed on Friday evening as I passed through the beautiful Alexandra Palace park on the bus from work. Nothing like observational comedy haiku. Nothing, I tell you. But this reminds me that there must be a Sinister Skating exStravaganza at the ice rink within the palace at some point. There's even a pub to go to afterwards in order to soothe sore fallen-over-on bums and knees, not to mention a view to rival that from Primrose Hill. In other meetup news, Elle (hello, person with my sister's name!) said: <> It was indeed the grandest of fun, as things organised by Mr C generally are (notwithstanding porn viewings). Cheers boyo, even if you have deserted us to have fun in America at the moment. So what things _are_ there to do in Denver when you're bald? ALL THESE THINGS I LOVE SO WELL Harrumph. I must admit it now, although it galls somewhat: the Magnetic Fields' triple album "69 Love Songs" is a work of genius, and it only took people playing it to me for 6 months for it to filter through. Jeez Louise but I'm always behind the Times, rather like Uncle Bulgaria. To add substance to this statement, I only saw "Fight Club" for the first time this weekend. Mmm, falling skyscrapers as affirmative imagery connected to happy ending of film, that's not going to happen, well, ever again, probably. SO I MUSTN'T FORGET, NO I MUSTN'T FORGET Eek, will need to post tape tree tape on soonish. On this subject, the next tape that I make is going to have some quality stuff on it, as I haff mostly bin exploring junk shops' vinyl sections, coming up for air this Saturday with, amongst others, "Best of Dolly Parton - volume 2", "Non Stop Erotic Cabaret" by Soft Cell, and a Stylistics album. How freaking eclectic. TO SAY A GREAT BIG THANK-YOU People who got me cool stuff (and pints) for the occasion of my turning 24 years young are officially wonderful. Especially *you*. Yikes, now I'm the age that I am, I'll have to watch out that heart disease doesn't put the kibosh on "My Brilliant Career" by Miles Franklin (Virago Press, ISBN 0860681939). Ahem. Love, Liz :x I MUSTN'T FORGET p.s. Now that the answers to the treasure hunt clues have been released, I wonder if Ken will be a happier boy, and maybe drive me and Marianna to the Oriental City sometime to eat noodles and look at pretty tropical fish. ************************************************************** This e-mail is a personal communication from the above and is not authorised by or sent on behalf of any other person or Organisation. Haringey Council cannot guarantee that any files attached to this e-mail are free from viruses or any other program code that may be harmful to your computer system, and as such is not liable for any damage that may be caused as a result. ************************************************************** +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From innerlemming at xxx.com Tue Oct 29 04:49:11 2002 From: innerlemming at xxx.com (laurel lemming) Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2002 20:49:11 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: beckoning eucalyptus or some such Message-ID: <20021029044911.32229.qmail@web41004.mail.yahoo.com> proof that we all should move to glasgow. http://www.sundayherald.com/28806 from the article: "The population of Scotland is plummeting faster than previously feared and is set to dip below five million by 2010. "It was initially thought the declining number of people living in Scotland would fall below that psychologically crucial level in 2018. But new projections from the government's official statistician show there are 50,000 fewer people in Scotland than previously thought, and so the country will fall beneath that mark only eight years from now." so, c'mon, do your part. now you have an official excuse to move to belle-and-sebastian-land. -lemming __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Y! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your web site http://webhosting.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk Tue Oct 29 15:16:09 2002 From: misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Dean=20Gillon?=) Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 15:16:09 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: all messed up with no place to go Message-ID: <20021029151609.69101.qmail@web14406.mail.yahoo.com> hello the sinister collective I hope everyone is well nourished and happy with their lot. I also hope everyone is togged out in old, large jumpers in front of lovely warm fires with tea, jam on toast and an old black and white film, preferably starring David Niven. It's the only way to be when the weather is cold and damp I find. Good things today. Charles Bukowski. I've motored through three of his books in the past month, excellent stuff let me tell you. Top alcoholic waster - I couldn't possibly understand why I enjoy him so much. hmmmm. 'Women' is probably the best though if anybody is interested - they're all a bit Henry Miller, but only the real life sections. (does that make sense?) 'Gentlemen' by the Afghan Whigs. Very old album about coming to terms with your masculinity. I can't stop listening to it, especially the title track. 'so please allow me to present you with a clue/if I inflict the pain then baby only I can comfort you'. And other class lines I can also recommend The Coral and grated courgettes, chilli, garlic and parmesan on some cooked and salted pasta. Have fun and brush twice a day Dean XX "I think, therefore I think I am" - Robert Rankin. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pinefox1 at xxx.com Tue Oct 29 19:48:23 2002 From: pinefox1 at xxx.com (P F) Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 11:48:23 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: The Machine in the Ghost Message-ID: <20021029194823.26300.qmail@web40402.mail.yahoo.com> Winds batter the country: gold leaves fly across the green grass and stone pavements. Amid classical columns I meet my editor. I never did write a column. In a quiet auditorium we wait for our man to arrive and share his fantastical world. He stands at the front of the stage, seeming to tower over us: starts the experiment, the performance, disavows being a film critic. In his accent Joan Didion meets Peter Osgood. Words fly, a whisper to a dream. How his reviews closed down magazines he wrote for; how he likes writing about films he hasn�t seen; how Pauline Kael could write the review during the film. � Remarkable capacity � and she was a remarkable woman... a bit of a witch, but a remarkable woman. What film does in our heads. - Now, I�m going to stop being that figure, lecturing at the front of the stage. He sits down in a director�s chair. � I�m tired... didn�t realize how tired I was... Gosh, I think: this is �fiction�. - But sometimes when you�re tired, unexpected memories can come through... I remember my mother, talking to me about going to the cinema when I was a teenager... she didn�t mind this passion I had.... parents want that kind of engine to come and propel kids out of the teenage years... She said: - Maybe you want to be an actor? � But I said, no, I don�t think so: I think what I�d really like to be is a character. Walker Percy�s The Moviegoer is out of print. William Holden walks a New Orleans street, seeking a light. Presences. - Bill, meet Phil. Phil, this is Bill Holden. - See, you get film this afternoon, too! Fernando Rey walks from one screen, one country, to another. On the subway he steps in and out of a train, jams and opens doors. At a party 20 years ago he�d told barrel-chested Mitchum he knew him. Did he? Beatty had dithered over banning that book: - Wow, that book... - Yes. - Wow: that book. - I know. - Wow - that book! Nicole Kidman walks on. Nicky D, you should have been here. We should be so lucky. I reckon our man wrote her script on the back of an airline napkin. Now, he says, I�m going to stop being that figure in the chair, and come back to the front of the stage. My editor pops the question. The instant reply is � You�re my kind of guy. Time freezes a second, or warms up. My editor and I drink overpriced, over-strong beer at a table near the new dictionaries. We meet his editor. Wow, I think: his editor. She asks my editor about his fiction plans. They sound impressive. Our man asks my editor about his name. Discoloured bleeps start to emerge in the background: to smudge my already fragile consciousness of what�s happening. I ask our man about songwriters: like, why Berlin and Porter aren�t in the book. - That�s a very good criticism, he says; and: - I would like to write lyrics for songs. I won�t tell you what else he said. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Tue Oct 29 21:12:27 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 21:12:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: winter's reign Message-ID: Winter - there are lots of great things about it, like getting to wrap up in my PLO scarf, simultanaeously keeping warm and showing my solidarity with The Struggle. Other great things are the way I get to walk around in my long coat, indulging my Joy Division fantasies. And it's very important to eat lots of food in the winter, something I always like having an excuse to do. Certain aspects of the winter are less excellent. Like the way it pissed rain all day today, and because of my rub shoes my little feet got all wet. Hopefully my new shoes will solve this annoying problem. I also don't like the way it's dark before I leave work every evening. This is distinctly not good. Perhaps I shall move to a country further south where there is less of an imbalance between day lengths at different times of the year. I wonder will The Great Band Of Our Times decide to tour this winter? Last time they played up in that Belfast and I went up to it and met loads of the Irish Sinister posse. Great days, but will they be repeated? Musically, it's all been a bit action packed lately. Popular American band Fugazi played here on Friday, and I went to see them in the interests of science. They were a lot less humourless than I thought they'd be, and the one who looked a bit like the Pinefox jumped around like a little muppet. But while thinking they were a pretty good band they haven't become my new favourites or anything, and I don't really get why so many of the people there think they're the best band in the world. The next day I met a Sinister subber called Robin who was over to see Fugazi. Small world, eh? Meanwhile, I was taken to task for suggesting that The Other Place was doing something cooler than us by having a big meetup in Manchester. All I really meant was that no one had organised a monster get together of all the Sini-subbers of these islands in the time I've been subbed to this list. But I've learned my lesson, and I will not mention the Realm Of Darkness by name again. and now I must go. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jayeckard at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 05:43:16 2002 From: jayeckard at xxx.com (Jay Eckard) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 05:43:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Solidarity, or the lack thereof Message-ID: Hello there, Sinister folk... I had planned to being writing right now of the utterly fantastic time I had tonight, seeing Trembling Blue Stars and Aberdeen. It was going to be even better because I was to be there with Aruni, mother of the Great North American Tape Tree. Alas, that's not what will follow. On my way there, I ran out of gas. A nice police officer gave me a lift to the nearest Waffle House (O glorious rapture, that) to make a phone call. When that didn't work, I decided to dash to the venue, so that I could at least glimpse TBS and gaze on Aruni. So, like Flock of Seagulls, I ran. Turns out it was farther away than I anticipated. By a lot. I was too late by the time I got there. So I never even saw my friend. I sat down and grieved that I didn't have a cigarette. But I eventually got back to my car, got gas and even a jump as the battery in my car had died (Thanks to my friends at WXDU: the jump, not the death. They're non-violent folk.). Did I mention it was pissing down the rain? You see, my lack of Solidarity was not seeing Aruni. My Solidarity with you folks is the rain. Many people talk about the start of Winter. It's not yet cold here, so I can't say it's Winter properly, but it has started to rain again. All the time. Which is good, as this whole summer was a terrible drought. There's even talk of lifting the water rationing and restrictions we've had. But soon enough, it will turn cold and scarves and coats will be broken out. Which means: yay! If you all lived closer, I'd ask you round for hot, spiced wine. I make it on the first really cold night of the year. So, you know, let me know if you want to drop by. The color of the leaves is quite nice though. Ms Llew must be very lucky living in the mountians where she can see the display. So there you go: Solidarity and the lack thereof. Enjoy a cat-nap, l'Autre Jay -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stevenrhodes at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 11:12:07 2002 From: stevenrhodes at xxx.com (Steven Rhodes) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 21:12:07 +1000 Subject: Sinister: From the view I saw today Message-ID: <001601c28005$2f8f2fa0$77508a90@StevenRhodes> I've had a few beautiful belle & sebastian moments recently. One was when i was driving home from work, stuck in traffic, listening to 'women's realm' in the afternoon as the sun was going down behind the hills. That song builds up so well and by the time it got to that wonderful ending part with stuart dueting with himself... (the part that goes: 'You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station with a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you warm to keep you company' )... I was in an amazing trance-like state (sure, maybe it was the lead infused exhaust fumes) just listening in complete fascination. Even better, the two harmony parts where coming from two different speakers on opposite sides of the car. The strings in that song are like poetry. I recommend everybody goes and listens to it after reading this. If you choose not to, I'll understand. It's not like i'm hung up about it. Another really nice song is the finale to 'marx and engels' where stuart sings the first verse again and isobel sings a completely independant harmony part about the social history of feudalism. (or something...i never studied social sciences but got quite good grades in art. Now life in general eludes me). How those 2 harmonies meld together to create the perfect bittersweet melody is beyond me but it is truly wonderous etcetera. I don't think I recall ever hearing anyone from brisbane, australia on the list. If there is anyone from here happening to read this by some bizzare stoke of coincidence, then could you please let me know? (Perhaps off list so as not to entangle innocent bystanders in the inconsequential misadventures of my self indulgence.) Brisbane is such a small town Maybe it would be fun to meet up. Maybe it would be really good and quite nice. Anyway, must dash and sleep and dream of things that I don't seem to be able to do properly. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 13:03:37 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 13:03:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I've got the cap. You bring your sisters Message-ID: http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/qanda.html Religion, politics, the whole gamut. The latest Questions and Answers cover it all. I think it�s impressive how much effort they�re putting into this. Good for you, Belle and Sebastian! Some choice lines: �My friend says riding a pushbike will keep my arse looking tight right into my thirties.� �Have you ever answer to the Marcel Proust questionary ? I don't know if it's the right word (questionary)� �he seems a little creepy if not dodgy� and �I've got the cap. You bring your sisters� I could just imagine three identical sisters running out of their three identical houses on the same Californian suburban street, and looking at each other, with their pink slippers still on their feet, their rollers still in their hair, and the same astonished look on their faces: �Stuart!� says the first sister. �Murdoch!� says the second. �He�s coming!� says the third. �I�ll get the lube!� says the first. I could say a lot more, but the meter�s running. I�ll leave it to you to discuss Stuart�s views on religion and politics and the rest. I like the idea that he could only write songs when he had become calm enough to listen for them. That really appeals to me. Also, I think it�s funny how Stuart calls Iraqis �Iraquis�, like he thinks they�re Injuns or somethink. Anyway, I�m off Robinx _________________________________________________________________ Choose an Internet access plan right for you -- try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 19:01:20 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 19:01:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Public Service Announcement Message-ID: <20021030190120.A11935@candle.btinternet.com> Sorry to be a bit of a nuisance here. Could everyone on Sinister who uses a PC running Windows and uses Verizon as their ISP please stop what they are doing and check their computer for viruses. Someone who matches the above details has a virus-infected computer. It's sent infected emails to me at least three times now, and I know at least one other listee who has received infected email from it. I'm guessing it's someone on Sinister, because in all the cases I know about the infected email tries to pretend it was sent by a recently-active Sinisterine. Please, do something about it - scan your computer for viruses, stop using Outlook Express, and don't open any attachments you're sent. Ideally, stop using Windows altogether. Sending people viruses isn't a nice thing to do. Thank you. xx caitlin -- The Flat At The Top Of The Stairs: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ The Sinister Recipe Tree: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sullen_ozma at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 20:20:18 2002 From: sullen_ozma at xxx.com (Allison .) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 15:20:18 -0500 Subject: No subject Message-ID: WE ALL AGREE THE CAMERA AFFECTED CUBISM i used to want to major in psychology. i still want to major in psychology. my grades eventually might dictate otherwise. only time will tell. maybe it isn't meant to be. i only want to help people who need to talk to someone other than the voices in their head. chain of reaction. I DON'T CARE! I'D RATHER SINK -- _________________________________________________________________ Surf the Web without missing calls!�Get MSN Broadband. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sullen_ozma at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 20:20:15 2002 From: sullen_ozma at xxx.com (Allison .) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 15:20:15 -0500 Subject: No subject Message-ID: WE ALL AGREE THE CAMERA AFFECTED CUBISM i used to want to major in psychology. i still want to major in psychology. my grades eventually might dictate otherwise. only time will tell. maybe it isn't meant to be. i only want to help people who need to talk to someone other than the voices in their head. chain of reaction. I DON'T CARE! I'D RATHER SINK -- _________________________________________________________________ Surf the Web without missing calls!�Get MSN Broadband. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sullen_ozma at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 20:36:29 2002 From: sullen_ozma at xxx.com (Allison .) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 15:36:29 -0500 Subject: Sinister: oh god, can you ever forgive the multiple postings? [aka: I hate technology] Message-ID: WE ALL AGREE THE CAMERA AFFECTED CUBISM i used to want to major in psychology. i still want to major in psychology. my grades eventually might dictate otherwise. only time will tell. maybe it isn't meant to be. i only want to help people who need to talk to someone other than the voices in their head. chain of reaction. I DON'T CARE! I'D RATHER SINK -- THAN CALL BRAD FOR HELP! over the past week i found myself drifting back to my old self. as fiona apple would ask, 'is that is why i am a sullen girl?' my room-mate was gone for the weekend, however, so i had no one to talk or discuss issues with. i told a boy some things that i probably shouldn't have. not what you're probably thinking - more items pertaining to issues in my life. i fear i revealed too much and now i feel too vulnerable. must build the walls up, no more shouting towards the rooftops for me. TAKE A SECOND FOR YOURSELF [OR NOT] give a homeless person some spare change. or buy them hot cocoa. find some old christmas lights and string them around your room for festiveness. make a mix CD or tape for a friend you haven't professed your love to lately. send postcards home to let them know you are still alive. fall asleep on time. knit yourself a hat. dye your hair. eat chips noisily in a quiet area. IT'S SO SOFT everyone has been bringing up the list of Sinister. I see it as a snuggle blanket from your childhood. You use to cling, sleep with, and love it. now, in your [and its] later years, you only bring it out now and then. take it's existence for granted, almost. -- by the by. i'm quasi-new. i've been on and off the list for a few years depending on my internet connection situation. but mostly quiet anyhow, so it doesn't really matter. {my haiku} allison - the girl; aspiring to everthing psycho-analyst. //forgive my technology for those other half-postings. i feel like such a shmuck. my first step again into the Sinister world and i trip and fall on myself\\ _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lleweth at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 22:46:12 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 22:46:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Llewd & Lascivious Linking Message-ID: "Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering" -- Wallace Stevens Jay jaunted off with a, "The color of the leaves is quite nice though. Ms Llew must be very lucky living in the mountians where she can see the display" and he was correct indeed. Each morning I've been absolutely falling in love as I zip around the curvy mountain road I take to work where the trees are all afire and abloom in color. The other day I felt as if I was in a car commercial as I came around a curve to see leaves being whirled around a small car with all the occupants hands out the window trying to catch a stray or two in their hands. If I were to start listening to "Autumn Sweater" on repeat again I'd be in trouble indeed. Until mid-november I have quite a large farm house nestled in the mountains of north carolina all to my lonesome. If anyone is around the Asheville area, drop me a line and maybe I can start a hostile hostel. I wouldn't mind someone to sit out on the front porch and drink hot chocolate with. I want to talk about HALLOWEEN COSTUMES for this holiday has been almost completely skipped over in list discussion this year! Tragedy! Plus, it's a tradition that I post about what I'm going as. Let's see back in 2000 I was reincarnated as Brier Random (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/people/Brier.html). Then in 2001, I spoke in nothing but jaunty couplets ("all the lads I've met in cupid's deadlock have been - shall we say? - born our of wedlock") as Isadora Quagmire (http://www.lemonysnicket.com/tc_isadora.html) and this year it has been a tight contest between going as Amelie dressed up as Zorro (http://www.joannou.net/petullant//amelie33-thumb.jpg) or going as Jayward (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/people/Jay.html) Plus, I have the added trauma of trying to help Flannery decide whether to go as a cat or a powerpuff girl. My favorite new idea of the season: Dress up in blue with clouds pinned on you. When people ask if you're the sky say, "No! I'm cloudy with a chance of showers" as you whip out your hidden water bottles and squirt them. Recently, people have been discussing different cycles on the list of busy and quiet times - ebbs and flows. Remember earlier this month when Maddie was wishing me a happy birthday and talking about buying me presents? - a peak indeed. Or Prissy Chrissy's post about Stuart as a pirate (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200107/msg00012.html) - a zenith. Or Miss Maddie Minx's marvelous meanderings about trying to reconcile actually not still being 16 even though you feel like it (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200203/msg00089.html) or Jay Eckard's eager echoes of southern writers and the south in general (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200206/msg00112.html) or Mandee May's conversation with Kokopelli which went like: Mandee: Kokopelli, what are you all about? Kokopelli: The ladies. Mandee: But I thought you were a mystical figure who ran amok with his pan flute? Kokopelli: Exactly. You don't really think that's a pan flute, do you? Me: Would you be in my band? Kokopelli: Okay. Yes, all climaxes of the list indeed. Sometimes I think about how so many of my favorite people I know because of this list and I don't know whether to thank Honey, or the band, or the fact I went to a strictly religious school where I felt alienated from others who liked the same music or literature I did so I went to a mailing list in order to find someone to relate to in those areas but I do know I'm grateful for the list indeed. I apologize for my sentimentality and promise that next time I shall return to insulting all of you bastards once more. yours, Laura _________________________________________________________________ Get a speedy connection with MSN Broadband.� Join now! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From michael at xxx.com Wed Oct 30 23:22:40 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 15:22:40 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Llewd & Lascivious Linking In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <7BFAA55E-EC5E-11D6-A105-000393827B88@linuxgames.com> On Wednesday, October 30, 2002, at 02:46 PM, Laura Llew wrote: > lads I've met in cupid's deadlock have been - shall we say? - born our > of wedlock") as Isadora Quagmire > (http://www.lemonysnicket.com/tc_isadora.html) and this year it has > been a tight In a fit of bizarre coincidence, my company, Activision, has just acquired the rights to make video games based on Lemony Snicket's "A Series Of Unfortunate Events". I hope it drives our stock up, daddy would like to buy a house. m. -- Mother, I never knew, every time I see the ocean, every time-- -- Issa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Thu Oct 31 09:10:17 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 09:10:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Teenage Kicks Message-ID: Pigtails said: "Sending viruses to people isn't a nice thing to do". Thanks for pointing that out, Pigz. I'd better revise my Christmas list then. Llew in sentimentality shocker! Thank God she reassured us that it won't last. Compared to Ll, I'm positively Pollyanna. But then, I'm rather fond of you all too in my own special neglectful way. Llew also linked to a post I wrote last year, and I actually didn't cringe when I read it again. I remember that time: I was wildly excited at the world and my place in it and all the marvellous things I could reach out and grab (like leaves from a car window in the autumn, if you will). And I still feel 16, and I think I will forever. I asked my mum whether she feels her age, but she told me she still wakes up every morning, looks around her and thinks "How did I get *here?* I can't have children and a house and a marriage and a job! I'm only 22!" And I think I'll always be like that. The morning shock of realising that I have a mortgage and a job and will soon have a degree. I feel like I've fooled everyone. Tee hee, they think I'm grown up and sensible. Fooled them! But, jeepers, what happens when they find out that really I'm an idiot with nothing higher in my mind than hair dye and kissing? Yesterday night, in Birmingham, I regressed totally back to my 14 year old sulking depressive bedroom days, when I found myself crying at a Morrissey gig. I'd never seen the Great Man before, and I was so nervous I thought I would throw up. Instead, I just drank too much and babbled insanely. And then, and then, he was on the stage and singing the songs that has played endlessly in my head when I was younger and thought that life would always be crap and lonely and grey and I was there and watching him and oh. My. GOD. So I bawled like a girl at a Beatles gig, spontaneously proposed to my girlfriend (my offer drew a pat on the head and a "yes, it is rather emotional isn't it, dear?" look from her. A No, then, I'm guessing), and wished technology was advanced enough that my eyes were both eyes and a camcorder. It was fantasique with a capital Q. And I still fancy Morrissey even though he, accorded to the girlfriend, looks "like a hunchback. See, his shoulders are all squished with his neck. He's scaring me!" Piffle. He's everything that's right about a man. The fact that he was far away and will never meet me only enhance his perfection. I never Reported Back from Tigermilking, at the beginning of the month. Well, it was wonderful night with dancing and smooching and drunken japes. I was neither a smoocher nor a smoochee (I wonder how one differentiates....) but I did spend some time gasping "Goodness! Those two! How sweet..." All the DJs were great, I showed myself up by not knowing who the Moldy Peaches are, but I will soon as they are playing here - or at least, the flyer reads "Kimya and Toby (Moldy Peaches)". Is this the whole band or a few of them or what? If anyone fancies coming to Leicester, it's on Sunday 17th November, let me know off list and we can meet for a drink or something or at least offer directions. I'd like to be able to offer places to stay, but I'm afraid I'll have a full house that night. (Keep Feeling) Fascination Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Surf the Web without missing calls! Get MSN Broadband. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Thu Oct 31 10:49:09 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 10:49:09 -0000 Subject: Sinister: eternal nothingness is ok as long as you are dressed for it Message-ID: Dear All i hope this finds everyone in good health , i am not , my consumption growing ever worse and the gout has kicked in again and my leprosy has lost me my other foot , also i can't find that last deleted smith's record , will the pain never end So how is everyone today? i am actully quite well and i love winter even though winter here generally contains rain some sun then more rain as the dirtiest of dirty vicars will agree with , it literally hasn't stopped pissing with rain for the last 8 days here which is bloody annoying but it added some atmosphere around the city for the jazz festival i don't why i had played the jazz festival up in my mind so much i was expecting small smokey venues with old fellas playing - i only found one of those and it was only ok .the other night we went to a hotel with 5 different rooms some good some great and some hideous. There was enough swing music though to keep us all dancng to the wee small hours and somehow with thinking ahead we managed to get a taxi straight away by ordering one . not just a hat rack what was good however was the various friends of friends that we met that were down from various parts of the country and we had a laugh Beer festival was good on the same weekend , i love the fact that the city allow all venues to have late opening for the sake of this festival. But i read in the paper( a broadsheet so it HAS to be true) that guinness are thinking of moving the cork jazz festival to dublin - so does that mean that we will become jackeens for that weekend? does it mean that cork will become dublin and vice versa? am i rambling ? i think so...... The QANDA section on the website has let us see the real stuart murdoch - i read with great interest mr murdoch's and mr geddes view on the whole iraqi (or shall we say iraqui) situation but i was slightly disturbed to hear that stevie wears BEN SHERMAN shirts. Here we call trendy people Ben Shermans cos all look so clean and stuff but maybe it is different north of the border and east of the island However i must say i sort of like this proactive approach to things even though i hope this glasnost will not wreck their lives for some mad reason. I hope ken enjoyed the london clues and i hope they were worth it So my brother is being conferred today even though it isn't really *That* important ( ie he still has to get his degree) we are all doing the whole family thing to this nice restaurent and stuff which should be nice I am have itchy feet and an itchy arse and want to get away somewhere- i am looking into oslo at the moment cos it looks nice and someone i know has just come back from there and said it was nice cool and crisp- anywhere scandanavian should do as i really want to see the northern lights-i just hope it isn't cloudy if ever i do get up that end of the continent. i suppose i should do some shout outs but i have never actully met any of you so i will just say hello to the irish sinister massive (if you do infact exist ) and the wider sinister massive ( if you actully do exist or maybe it is my other personallities that have been writing all these emails to myself for the last 3.5 years) plague and pestillence love and lollipops J (music listened to whilst writing- joy division velvet underground redneck manifesto and the jimmy cake) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Thu Oct 31 12:25:48 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 12:25:48 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Belle & Sebastian news - New Merchie, Diary and Q&A updates Message-ID: <052301c280d8$b4910790$0200a8c0@katrina> Hello all, First up - Merchie news. The long-awaited set of Playing Cards have finally turned up! They're printed front and back in full colour and feature exclusive images from photo shoots, band members family albums and on-the-road snaps, as well as old press photos and album sleeves. There is also a card detailing all the images and the origins of each. These cards are STRICTLY LIMITED EDITION so if you're looking for interesting new Xmas pressies for a B&S fan, we recommend you get in quick as we won't be remaking them once they're sold out. You can view a few of the cards by clicking "click for bigger picture" at http://www.banchory.net/viewitem.asp?id=973 You can also view all the Last Posting Dates for arrival of presents in time for Xmas Day 2002 in the wee pop-up window when you head to the online shop at http://www.banchoryshop.net The band are currently recording some songs and during the quiet times - especially when the power was cut due to stormy weather - have been pressing on with all your Questions which you can see the Answers of in the "Q&A" section of the site at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Some fairly heated debates going on as you can see. Stuart is still continuing with his Diary and a bit of a tribute to Max who was auctioned off raising £3600 for Friends of the Earth Scotland. Congrats & thanks to Lisa from DC. That's it for now. cheers, B&S and Banchory folk. http://www.banchoryshop.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boywiththearabstrap at xxx.com Thu Oct 31 18:27:03 2002 From: boywiththearabstrap at xxx.com (~ boywiththearabstrap) Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 18:27:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Trick or Treat? Message-ID: Hello, I find myself in a sombre mood, lacking in the enthusiasm to inspire me to go out and do anything at all. Its Halloween, and as I sit here watching a steady progression of costumed children walking up and down the street, I wonder where my youth went-"It was here a minute ago, where the fuck is it?" Halloween wasnt a particularly fun filled time when I was young. I live in a rural-ish area in Scotland,and when I was young, some headcase tried to to poison some kids in Halloween (honestly!), and the shine was kind of taken away from an evenings guising(?). I dont really know that I missed too much, I hate tangerines, nuts, chocolate and the like, and the thought of performing for them doesnt really appeal.However, if the reward were greater, something like, "Excuse me, instead of a mars bar and 20p,I wonder if you could burn me off your favourite album instead?" would be a change and an excellent way of getting a larger music collection, I suppose, but a bit of a break in tradition,I'm sure you'll agree. What does trick or treat mean? If you ask for a trick, you've still got to give them something havent you? So whats the point? Make sure you ask for a trick in that case. There are a lot of suspiciously old "children" on the prowl round our way. Some young ned down the road was here earlier on. A wee shit. The type you really wouldnt want to bump into on a dark night on the way home.Anyhoo, this ones got the cheek to arrive at the door, in a shellsuit, cap and dirty face. Says he's out as a rugby player. He tells some shit limerick about Ulrika Johnson and opens up this half filled polythene bag.I think half the neighborhood has given him something out of fear. I've begrudgingly given him a pound, and watched him move on to my suspecting neighbours. He'll probably jump their son over the next 2 weeks, and they've no idea. I wish you could say no to them......or is it acceptable to do that anyway? Have times changed that much? Do people send halloween people packing without so much as a sniff of a monkey nut? I soemtimes wish I had the strength to be this type of person. Bold, brass-necked, and with no fear of being unpopular.(Does this mean I'm the opposite?). I dont know that writing this nonsense will do that for me though. For those of you who have stayed this long, Have a happy Halloween. bm _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access for only $21.95/month.� Try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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