From paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com Thu May 1 15:20:56 2003 From: paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com (Paulo Stinsoni) Date: Thu, 01 May 2003 14:20:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I can't get sinister should I see a Minister? Message-ID: Hello you beautiful fools you, Right, straight to the point, my luvvies... Where are all the sinister emails? I haven't seen one in yonks. Yonks and yonks and yonks. I imagine you're all standing around in your own world, gazing doe eyed at the stars/trees/fishes/TV (delete what's not applicable - oh if only life was that simple!) in an indie kid way. Your hands are probably behind your back as you sway to a distant tune twanging it's way through your brain. Am I right? Anyway, I hope it won't last, I'm missing you all. (I'd list names, but then I'd forget someone and then they'd get upset, and who knows what might happen then.) Ah well, take a look at this, (http://www.geocities.com/townie_hunter/index.htm) you might smile. In the meantime, I'll think of something interesting to post. Love to you all, my pretties Paulo _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Thu May 1 16:31:41 2003 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Thu, 01 May 2003 16:31:41 +0100 Subject: Sinister: milk can be dangerous if you drink it from a cow. Message-ID: yep, Never be tempted by a soft, warm teat, it can never make you happy. Woohoo, i'm going to see Yo La Tengo next week, i am also going to Sonar in Barcelona with some friends and was wondering if anyone else is going??? We could have a little meet up. The main reason i an posting is because i have been disturbed of late and i need to share it with some people. You may or may not know about a long running advert for matresses that features a hippo and a small yello bird. In these adverts there have been suggestions of the hippo and the bird having a sexual relationship. Which i have always found slightly odd, bearing in mind that the bird could probably fit easily inside the hippos mouth. I came to the conclusion that this could not be possible and my sordid images of the little bird and the hippo just proved that i am a total pervette.. However, last week i saw a new advert for these matresses and the little bird has given birth to two lovely giant hippo babies. Surely the little bird would have spilt into many even smaller bird pieces a long time ago. ???????????I want to ask the advertisers why??? how did she manage it???? Yep.i feel better now. I'm prolly going to sign off for afew months coz my head is filled with tripe like that an i don't want it spewed over sinister too often. I'm, off to try and suck some teats, mmmmmmm pip pip hannah b _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Thu May 1 15:54:32 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 07:54:32 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: he walked away but his smile never did Message-ID: <20030501145432.94895.qmail@web40614.mail.yahoo.com> hi everyone. my my the list has been quiet of late. where have dirty vicar and ken chu been? perhaps dv enlisted in the navy....hmm.... so it is a crap day here today. grr. i heard that yesterdays storms accounted for more than half of the total rainfall in the state for the month of april. crazy. this morning on the drive in, i was listening to THE BENDS. i haven't listened to it in awhile and forgot how amazing it really is. no matter how many times i hear "Fake Plastic Trees" and "Street Spirit" they never fail to leave me breathless. i would think that, as a musician, it must be amazing to effect people like that. even when i was writing songs and my (now former) friend was performing them at coffee shoppes, it was an amazing feeling to have a couple of people say that the song was nice, or meant something to them. i can't imagine giving millions of people giving that sort of rush to you. i have also been a bit masochistic....digression....at the mall, they used to have this poster that said "THE MASOCHISTS TEA POT" and it had the handle right under the spout. :O) i always loved that :o) anyway. so i have also been listening to my dad's favourite songs/albums lately. things that i am not what you would call "a fan" of, but things that i love by default because they remind me of when i was young, they remind me of him. "Cats in the Cradle", assorted neil diamond, the moody blues, 3 dog night....and, funnily, chris deburgh. no no, not "The Lady in Red"....in the 70's (i think) he released this sort of art album....very cool stuff. when i was small, i always loved what i call "The Spaceman Song"....it is actually called "A Spaceman Came Travelling." the lyrics are beatiful and the the music is amazing....great production all around. here are the lyrics... A Spaceman Came Travelling >From Spanish Train and Other Stories by Chris de Burgh Year Released: 1975 Playing Time: 5:10 A spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar, 'twas light years of time since his mission did start, And over a village he halted his craft, And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star... He followed a light and came down to a shed, Where a mother and a child were lying there on a bed, A bright light of silver shone round his head, And he had the face of an angle, and they were afraid... Then the stranger spoke, he said 'Do not fear, I come from a planet a long way from here, And I bring a message for mankind to hear', And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air... And it went la, la... Peace and goodwill to all men, and love for the child... This lovely music went trembling through the ground, And many were wakened on hearing that sound, And travellers on the road, the village they found, By the light of that ship in the sky, which shone all round... And just before dawn at the paling of the sky, The stranger returned and said 'Now I must fly, When two thousand years of your time has gone by, This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...' And it went la la... This song will begin once again to a baby's cry... And it goes la la... Peace and goodwill to all men and love for the child... Oh the whole world is waiting, waiting to hear that song again, There are thousands standing on the edge of the world, And a star is moving somewhere, the time is nearly here, This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry... and on the same album....PATRICIA THE STRIPPER. never listened to this when i was young, but is hilarious now!!! Patricia The Stripper >From Spanish Train and Other Stories by Chris de Burgh Year Released: 1975 Playing Time: 3:30 Dennis is a menace With his "Anyone for tennis?" And he'd beseech me to come keep the score. And Maude said, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored" I really can't stand it anymore... I'm going...out to dinner, With a gorgeous singer, To a little place I know, Down by the key. Her name is Patricia, She calls herself Delicia And the reason isn't Very hard to see. She said, God made her a sinner Just to keep those fat men thinner As they tumble down in heaps Before her feet. They hang around in groups Like battle weary troops, One can often see the Queue right down the street. Because Patricia Or Delicia Not only is a singer She also removes all her clothing For Patricia, Is the best stripper in town... And with a swing of her hips, She started to strip To tremendous applause She took of her drawers And with a lick of her lips She undid all her clips, Threw it all in the air And everyone stared And as the last piece of clothing Fell to the floor, The police were banging on the door On a Saturday night, In 1924 Take it away boys... Well, Patricia was arrested And everyone detested, The terrible manner in which she was exposed Later on in court where everyone thought A summer's run in jail would be proposed.. But the judge said, "Patricia, Or may I say Delicia, The facts of this case lie before me (knock, knock, knock) Case dismissed... This girl was in her working clothes... And with a swing of her hips, She started to strip To tremendous applause She took off her drawers And with a lick of her lips She undid all her clips, Threw it all in the air And everyone stared And as the last piece of clothing Fell to the floor, The police were yelling out for more (more) On a Saturday night In 1924 if you go here: http://www.cdeb.com/cdeb/alpha.html you can hear audio. it's funny how music can immediately take you back to another time. the travis song "Slide Show" is about that very thing. no matter where you are currently, you can hear a song and relive another moment, like a slide show flashing in your head with images of days gone by. anyway, this is ridiculously long. sorry. will shut up now. ~stine __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. 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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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Thu May 1 16:53:34 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Thu, 01 May 2003 16:53:34 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Step into my orifice baby Message-ID: BEEP BEEP SINISTER YOU ARE BEING PAGED BEEP BEEP I was about 3 months late in watching that TATU video (the one in which there was S!N!O!G!G!I!N!G!) and I was actually a little disappointed as granted there was wet shirt action and kisses what was really called for was some hott girl on girl boning action. (Is it still "boning" if it's girl on girl?) That song though, has been "running through my head" all day, curse the art of repetitive lyrics. Still, it lodged Coldplay out. What was the tune that has stayed in your head for the longest? and for how long? "Lovefool" by the Cardigans is quite possibly the one for me. By virtue of (what felt like) almost a year of repeated playage on the stereo of our Sixth Form common room, that song was BARCODED into my head. God the tune stayed in my head for about 2 years I think. Even now, whenever I go to the supermarket I'd still make the tills go BLEEP when I move my head near the counter. Isn't Tesco a fun place? Ken P.S.: I've also heard rumours that the RACHELS have finally finished their tape for the SINISTER NAMESAKE MIXTAPE TEAM CHALLENGE. 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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 gasriot at xxx.com Thu May 1 20:11:59 2003 From: gasriot at xxx.com (Moustafah Tyler) Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 12:11:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Gigantic....my big big love Message-ID: <20030501191159.39281.qmail@web13114.mail.yahoo.com> I know it was a while ago, but Belle & Sebastian played the Boston Orpheum last April. I wasn't able to go, but I can't remeber why.... Anyway, i've just downloaded the audio of the whole show (god bless da' internet). Anyway, they invited a girl to come up and sing Gigantic by the Pixies, which i thought was very cool. I was just wondering if you European folks could tell me if this is something that B&S do often? You guys get to see them a bit more than us Yanks, which is both fair and proper considering the background heckling that shows up on the live tracks. Anyway, i just thought it was cool that a band as cool as B&S could share the limelight a lil bit with a lowly fan. Though, they did ask if Kim Deal was at the show first, which would have been super cool if she was. Okay, thanks By the way, was anybody on the list at the show? Pictures anywhere? ===== You're not the one who let me down, But thanks for offering. ~Archers of Loaf __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. 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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 jvic at xxx.br Thu May 1 23:01:53 2003 From: jvic at xxx.br (jvic at xxx.br) Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 19:01:53 -0300 Subject: Sinister: Gigantic....my big big love Message-ID: <200305012202.XAA10285@missprint.org> I guess they do it often. They did it here in Brazil, at least. They invited a girl to sing Dirty Dream #2 (that spoken part "in a town so small...") Victor. Em 1 May 2003, Moustafah Tyler escreveu: >I know it was a while ago, but Belle & Sebastian >played the Boston Orpheum last April. I wasn't able >to go, but I can't remeber why.... Anyway, i've just >downloaded the audio of the whole show (god bless da' >internet). Anyway, they invited a girl to come up and >sing Gigantic by the Pixies, which i thought was very >cool. I was just wondering if you European folks >could tell me if this is something that B&S do often? >You guys get to see them a bit more than us Yanks, >which is both fair and proper considering the >background heckling that shows up on the live tracks. >Anyway, i just thought it was cool that a band as cool >as B&S could share the limelight a lil bit with a >lowly fan. Though, they did ask if Kim Deal was at >the show first, which would have been super cool if >she was. Okay, thanks > >By the way, was anybody on the list at the show? >Pictures anywhere? > >===== >You're not the one who let me down, >But thanks for offering. >~Archers of Loaf > >__________________________________ >Do you Yahoo!? >The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo. >http://search.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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > >---------- _________________________________________________________ Voce quer um iGMail protegido contra v�rus e spams? Clique aqui: http://www.igmailseguro.ig.com.br +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Maddalo at xxx.com Fri May 2 02:40:03 2003 From: Maddalo at xxx.com (Maddalo at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 21:40:03 EDT Subject: Sinister: Gigantic....my big big love Message-ID: <54.104e1124.2be32673@aol.com> Emerging from lurkerdom to answer that question..... I was at that Boston show, and 3 or 4 other shows on the American tour this time last year. As far as I know, the band try to do a cover-version of something that's appropriate for whatever city they are in.....so at the Philadelphia concert last year, they opened with the theme to "Rocky"....and of course the Pixies are from Boston, which is why they did "Gigantic" up there....although I can't remember what they did in NYC. (And they didn't do any covers at all for their last tourdate in Washington DC, which is okay, because there aren't any good bands from DC and they were probably all exhausted anyway). --Peter Morris +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mayfly5502 at xxx.com Fri May 2 04:12:41 2003 From: Mayfly5502 at xxx.com (Mayfly5502 at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 23:12:41 EDT Subject: Sinister: Gigantic....my big big love Message-ID: <75.100fbb55.2be33c29@aol.com> at the nyc show on may 5th 2002 B&S covered staying alive by the bee gees..it was great! Very humorous I would say. Anyway...goodnight and I hope everyone is doing well! -Diane +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Fri May 2 11:25:45 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Fri, 02 May 2003 11:25:45 +0100 Subject: Sinister: There is too much muff Message-ID: Hello, There have been much talks of the cover songs being played during B&S gigs around the world. Just thought I have something to add (and help).. Sean and Emily (who have been to a scary number of B&S gigs) have compiled this time last year a list of cover songs that were played during various Belle & Sebastian gigs. So check this list for them! http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200205/msg00172.html Just so that we don't repeat any information on the list. Some people can get touchy when we do that, and add you to their list of enemies. Oops, no, I mean they add you to the list of NME! Yup they subscribe you to the NME mailing list so that you'd be bombarded by The Strokes reviews all day. Urrgh. You don't want that. Are The Strokes worse than Coldplay? Obviously since Coldplay are the best band since the 1960s. Personally, my favourite B&S cover was THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN. Now that I know that "Freak" on Storytelling isn't a Silverchair cover. Glasgow in May maybe? Well I can wish. Ken P.S.: The song Gigantic (pronounced Gy-ghee-an-tic) brought out the juvenile side in me sorry. Gigantic And this I know Her teeth as white as snow But downstairs it was a different story Walk her every day Into the shaving place as her lips, she said She said Hey Paul, Hey Paul, Hey Paul, i'm growing hair balls {3x} Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic A big big muff Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic A big big muff Lovely legs there are shame bout the big black mask What a hunk of muff Walk her every day into a shaving place He likes the park, when it's well trimmed Hey Paul, Hey Paul, Hey Paul, I'm growing hair balls {3x} Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic A big big muff Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic A big big muff Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic A big big muff Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic A big big muff ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 dougal at xxx.uk Fri May 2 16:05:35 2003 From: dougal at xxx.uk (Five Scal Louis) Date: Fri, 2 May 2003 16:05:35 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: This monkey's off to heaven Message-ID: <20030502152113.T48892-100000@mrtall.compsoc.man.ac.uk> Ok, I'm not sure how to start... I've not mailed sinister for about three years (and even then ... well I'm not what you'd call prolific). But I wanted to thank sinister and particularly moustafa, Ken and all the people that mailed in between. I've just spend a very happy couple of hours pogo'ing to gigantic and then all the other pixies stuff... (remeber kids to remove any knee level furniture when pogoing, I don't think I'd have gotten' around to writting this if it hadn't been for a hidden coffee table)... Oh and Ken your lyrics to gi-gan-tick are possible better than the originals. And Hannah, don't worry, I had exactly the same thoughts about the hippo and bird (in fact my thoughts are even more sick... because doesn't the chick, look, well, er, underage? Basically this full sized hippo has had two children by a little yellow creature, thats not even grown up to be a chicken yet!)... and its not just you and me, recently I had a conversation (of the email variety) with about eight of my freinds from uni. who all had the same thoughts (well maybe not the underage thing, but the size thing).. Ok, the townie hunter thing... a freind of mine has created the ultimate trap. Its called a mall, the townies see irresistably drawn to them, and they invariabley have no good music or film stores, so there is no reason for sinister-ites to go there ("don't go there").. Oh, I know it no longer seems de-rigger to mention B&S, but I've jsut tryed to look for music video's and what ever you do don't download a file called belle.mpg unless you want to be corupted. And it seems that everything I get when I type sebastian is gay porn... is this just a coincidence, I also tryed sinister and you don't want to know what video's appeared for that. Also the greatest peice of web animation ever is this: http://www.upsitedown.co.il/anim/rest40.html its supposed to teach you about fibre (I think, its in lebanese) Anyway I like to think that I make up for lurking with volume, but this is plenty. Louis "staring out on a rainy london friday" -- "Life does not cease to be funny when people die, any more than it ceases to be serious when they laugh." -- George Bernard Shaw. Dougal at compsoc.man.ac.uk 020 8540 2215 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Fri May 2 19:29:00 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Fri, 2 May 2003 11:29:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: immerse your soul in love Message-ID: <20030502182900.75981.qmail@web40610.mail.yahoo.com> don't you think that "Street Spirit" is an amazing song? i do. so how is everyone today? all is well on the midwestern front. i noticed something...usually the first few lines of all of my posts are about the weather. i wonder why....i won't discuss the sunny, cool weather we are experiencing today....i'm going to live outside the box. :o) so i had a thought today. i was thinking how fun it would be to have a sinister gethering at six flags great america. perhaps i am alone in this thought,....in which case i will go to the amusement park alone and think of all of you as i hop from roller coaster to roller coaster. i love great america. i emailed nigel godrich's manager the other day. i asked if i could interview him. i haven't heard back. perhaps my letter got deleted immediately, i had to try though. i am on a music producers mailing list and, some time ago, the topic diverted to tatoos. i don't have any tatoos, so i felt left out. all that i had to contribute to the discussion was this anecdote about downers grove tatoo, and how they have testicles in a jar there. fast forward to 3 days ago. during the course of my music industry studies, i have found that 2 things ring true consistently: 1) i am always the only girl and 2) not many people take me too seriously at first...they think i am just there to shag the musicians or something. i posted to the aforementioned mailing list and posed the questions why are there so few women involved in the technical and business sides of the industry and do you think women are at an advantage or disadvantage. this has lead to great discussions. as i went into detail about some situations i have been in, i got this reply from someone: STINE, AREN'T YOU THE ONE NEAR THE PLACE WITH THE TESTICLES IN A JAR? IF SO, ASK IF YOU CAN BORROW THEM, YOU CARRY THAT JAR AROUND AND NO ONE IS GONNA MESS WITH YOU! hee hee. i thought that was funny....too bad i find the whole thing sort of creepy. i always wonder where they got the contents of that jar. did someone donate them? did someone not pay for a tatoo service and...had to pay in another way? hmm???? speaking of TaTu....when are people going to stop buying the whole teenage-lesbian shtick? probably when they accept that marilyn manson really isn't 1) paul from The Wonder Years or 2) a minister in the church of satan. we should compile a book of musics urban legends. that would be funny. well everyone. have a lovely weekend. love to you all and much love to dirty vicar, whose Gavin Friday cassette arrived at my humble abode a couple of days ago!!!! eeekk!!! ~stine __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. 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The Welsh Assembly also had elections, and in England there were council elections too. But it was the Scottish Elections I am most interested in. While the Executive might be the same - the Lib Dem and Labour coalition - for the next session, some changes have been made: some faces will be leaving, and new faces will be taking their place. The Election was significant for other reasons, of a more personal nature, as I managed to convince my vote-shy dad to go and vote, for the first time since the 1980's. My brother meanwhile, was given a quick how-to guide on Wednesday night; and a brief explanation of the system of regional and constituency MSPs. So all three of us headed to the polling booth, to cast our votes on great big two feet long "slips" of paper. My brother and I voted the same way. He has asked me who he ought to vote for, but I told him that was up to him. I had already decided, and at the end of the day, when we compared votes, we'd both cast identical votes. Like I said, I was up til 3 a.m. watching the results, the pundits opinions, the schwing-o-meter with Mr Snow. I even woke up early and the first thing I did was switch on the telly. I got election rage at BBC Breakfast, wishing they'd tell me the results I missed, getting impatient and running over the road and grabbing a free Metro from the newstand to read before heading out this morning. So, in with the old, and in with the new. I guess for some of the politicians, it will be business as usual. For others, it might be like a first day at school - finding their new desks, learning what happens in the mysterious Parliament, finding their feet, learning the rules, the faux pas, the who does what and why and most importantly, finding where the toilets are. So, did everyone do their bit? Cast your vote? love you-know-who __________________________________________________ Yahoo! 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It's fair to say the audience was reactionless. He chastised us all gently for not knowing a song by the band Chicago, of whose plentiful oeuvre I might only recognize the "More Than A Feeling" chorus if pressed. (Or was that by Boston? er, one of those city bands.) I think he may have even said we were too young to remember Chicago. "The Boys Are Back In Town" rocked though, especially with Beans stepping up to the mic. Thanks to all who wrote about the live cover-playing--it's nice to think back. There's a late-night Woody Allen movie on TV now and I'm drinking orange juice and writing to you all during my latest bout with insomnia. Current local news in Denver involves a hiker who cut off his own arm with a pocket knife to escape after the limb was pinned underneath a boulder. Would I do that? Y'know, if a boulder fell on me? I have no idea. Thus ends the overtly diaristic portion of this post. Thanks to Ken for clearing up what those Pixies lyrics are. I refrain from trying to quote Pixies lyrics for the most part since it would be a bunch of Black Francis's guttural yelps in among pearls of pithy melodic wisdom like "I'm in a state...I'm in...a state...I'm in...a state I'm in..." Unfortunately good songs like that, intelligible lyrics or no, never get stuck in my head. Instead it's stuff like this morning's mental loop of the Spice Girls' "Wannabe." I hope everyone had a pleasant weekend. Back to the woodwork. xox sgs PS: I have been wondering if my Christmas Exchange recipient ever received the book I made. I was worried about the packaging, as I'm better at sewing pages together than sturdily taping the thing inside an envelope, apparently. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. 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However, I suppose if I changed "her" to "you" it might be better for sales. For whatever reason, I happen to associate the Pixies with Spring so I tend to listen to them more around this time. In fact, this year I decided to listen to a different album of theirs each week. It was ideal to be able to be completely immersed in one album for days on end. I fell in love with them all over again and rediscovered things I had never picked up before. A couple of years ago I did a little poll asking different people what their favorite Pixies album was. Boys usually answered with Doolittle or Trompe Le Monde. Whereas girls usually liked Surfer Rosa the best. Only one person liked my personal favorite the best as well. Poor Bossanova. Today last year, Belle & Sebastian were playing their first show in New York City which I was happy enough to see. Of course, I didn't see the second show where they played "Slow Graffitti" or I would have had to die on the spot from having all my dreams come true. It was absolutely the most fantastic weekend of my entire life as I stayed in downtown Manhattan by my lonesome while spending the evening aimlessly wandering the city by myself with my days occupied by going to the Booksellers convention with sinister Laurel who I completely adore. Of course, it was also around that time that I decided that the world should never count on me to create peace or solve hunger problems if I ever come across a lamp on which to make three wishes. Though I might feel mild regret as I sit with perfect skin and health until I am distracted my very own chocolate covered boy. I also told Laurel that she shouldn't count on me to stay with her if I had happen to lay eyes on Daniel Handler while at the show for I would have latched myself to his leg quicker than you can yell, "Count Olaf!". The cover b&s played that night was Staying Alive. I remember that when Stuart asked the crowd if he should play Staying Alive because it had such a huge potential to be really bad, I found myself wanting more than anything to hear the song. It's either a sign of devotion or a sign of a psychotropic drug prescription just waiting to be written. Either way, I was happy-- Laura _________________________________________________________________ STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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I've just fallen foul to one of the most annoying things in the history of mankind; the discovery of a hole in my trouser pocket. £13.50 is probably in the possession of some annoyingly lucky person after it decided to sneak out of my pockets. It kind of got me thinking and I estimated that was probably the third or fourth time that I have lost a considerable amount of money THIS YEAR. Twice was when I was drunk so we can sort of disregard those occasions, but twice in just over four months is bordering on a piss-take! What really hurts though is that I can only remember finding one ten pound note in my entire life. Now i'm no statistician but that certainly puts me in the wrong end of the whole money losing/finding ratio. Which means by the law of averages, there must be people out there who find much more money than they lose. If you are one of these people then I want you to know that at this moment I hate you. :) When will clothes companies start lining pockets with steel plate? Is it really too much to ask? If anyone is looking for any summer work you might want to follow me around. Its very rewarding and the only requirements are that you are able to bend down and lift numerous notes and coins. Ta-ra, Matt xx P.S. My favourite Pixies album is Surfer Rosa. I hope that doesn't make me gay! __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Sinister meet-up in Barcelona: I know some people are going, at least 4 or 5 I am aware of. If there are more of you, please email me off list (stating primavera in the title so I don't delete you!) if you want to meet up. We will try to sort out something with Mister Jordi in order to find a convenient meeting point before the B&S gig on Friday. That is, if you want to meet up :) Two weeks off is always nice: I am coming back from holidays, and although work has been hectic since I am back it was good to be away for more than a few days. I went to Tunisia for more than a week, and it was good. And exciting also, and amazing in some ways. I love travelling so much. I am even managing a few basic words in Arabic, wooh! I also went diving, it has been ages since the last time I did so, and finding myself 20 meters under the sea with fish and corals all around made me feel incredibly happy. I reckon I might have been a fish in a previous life. Mentioned in some posts a while ago: I was fairly surprised to learn what a cankle is. I find this word fairly interesting, to be honest. Someone also mentioned cloche hats. Cloche is the French word for bell, I suppose the shape of this trendy accessory is vaguely looking like a bell. There you go, more explanation. Also I shall not forgot to mention that when you call someone a cloche in French, you are calling them stupid. So use the word carefully. Gigs coming up: Spring is around, new records are plenty to be purchased and bands are touring, including in France. I am trying to get tickets for a great Canadian band called Tegan & Sara, who are touring Europe this month. People in Madrid, London and some places in Germany: watch out they should play in your town and they RAWK (at least their first album was, I cannot take any responsability for the new one out soon). Boys: Boys are a pain in the bum. This is a fact. On this desesperate note, I shall go back to the piles of work awaiting on my desk. May someone smile at you today, Elena _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Wed May 7 15:24:26 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 07:24:26 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: what you take won't kill you but careful what you're giving Message-ID: <20030507142426.15631.qmail@web40614.mail.yahoo.com> hi everyone. it is really cloudy here today. luckily, i am wearing an orange shirt. i don't know why i said that, but oh well. so what's new? um. the weekend was nice if i recall. my brother had to fix my brakes on saturday. oh yes, and i got a massage. it hurt. not because my therapist doesn't know what she is doing, rather my shoulder muscles were horrifyingly tight. go figure. after that, i made an appearance at my god son's communion party before going to work on saturday evening. sunday i went to my brothers house again, this time to celebrate my sister-in-laws birthday. what did i do after that? oh yes, i went to visit with my friend ben and his family. i love them. i used to work for them, back in the day. i was the manager of the toy shoppe that they owned...that was ages ago, back when i was young :o) last night my friend jenny and i went to dinner and then to the cinema. i felt so guilty about spending the $12 or whatever it was....but i really needed to get out, and get distracted. i got some bad news on monday...well, i s'pose it isn't really, but it was to me. this woman from my school called and informed my ansaphone that my course will not be offered during the summer term, so i have to wait until august. i know this isn't really that big a deal, it's just that i was so looking forward to it. being back in the studio again, surrounded by musicians and the like. *sigh* i am beginning to think that the gods are laughing at me. yes, they definitely have a conspiracy against me this year. so a bit ago, my boss called. she told me that she is going to the emergency room because she is getting shortness of breath and can't feel her arms or legs. i am no doctor, but i am guessing that that is bad. i hope she'll be okay :o( i told my boss' that they should get rid of me, before i start to jinx them. unrelated to anything....my favourite lines from movies or tv shows....in no particular order... DON'T BE SUCH A SPAZMO NEIL MY NAME IS ANDREW SHEPARD, AND I AM THE PRESIDENT LITTLE TOMMY DAGGOT. HOW I USED TO LOVE TO LISTEN TO YOU SAY YOUR SWEET PRAYERS AT NIGHT...AND THEN YOU'D HOP INTO BED, AFRAID THAT I WAS UNDERNEATH...AND I WAS WHEN MEN GO INTO THAT CHAPEL PRAYING THAT THEIR DAUGHTER DOESN'T MISCARRY, OR THEIR WIFE DOESN'T BLEED TO DEATH, WHO DO YOU THINK THEY'RE PRAYING TO? YOU ASK ME IF I HAVE A GOD COMPLEX? I AM GOD (this movie is truly awful...but i love saying this...) MOM ALWAYS SAID, DON'T PLAY BALL IN THE HOUSE PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME WHAT'S WITH YOU TODAY MAN? WHAT'S WITH TODAY, TODAY? NOT TODAY!!!!! NOT ON REX MANNING DAY!!!!!!! I'M CHAINSAW, AND I'M DAVE, AND WE'LL SEE YOU, AT THE MOVIES NO TIME, THERE'S NEVER ANY TIME. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO STUDY, I'LL NEVER GET IN TO STANFORD. hee hee. a hug to anyone who can identify what those are from. i know, i need to get out more. love ~stine __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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Any suggestions? Bannanas have to be the best fruit don't they? Peter Andre poisoned himself on bannanas, but that's not why they're good. They're just so easy to eat, I think that's what makes them so good. I mean, brazil nuts are really nice, but they are so tough to get into, and they are not even fruits. "Tweezers" is a bad word. It smacks of ringlet topped 8 year old girls with bad attitudes, don't you think? There's nothing like the sound that scissors make when you cut cardboard, especially when held against a table. Nice. (thinking about it, the "nothing like" comment is wrong, cutting paper is very similar) So when's the next album out? This one fiddled with by the silvery finger tips of Trevor Horn. IF you haven't tried fried Hallumi cheese, do it. Do it tonight! 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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 stephanowic at xxx.it Wed May 7 12:25:31 2003 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 13:25:31 +0200 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?To_be_of_use?= Message-ID: eventually Most of my fantasies are of. That is so so true. Lot of days, and most of the time, this is all I feel I need. To be of use. And worthwhile. I'm wordering If one day I won't not only feel I could be of use, but I will really be of use. like o corkscrew, or a kettle, or a stone, and which of these things first? might me none of them, or just a robot by the river. waiting for a drink. then I'll be a corkscrew first take care stefano :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com Thu May 8 03:16:52 2003 From: mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com (Alex Goffey) Date: Thu, 08 May 2003 12:16:52 +1000 Subject: Sinister: mice and foxes Message-ID: Dear Sinister, It seems like this mouse has decided to play tricks on me. Every time I want to highlight something, it magically un-highlights it, as if to say "no Alex, really, you don't want to delete all this". Of course, my response to this would normally be to smash the mouse up and tell it that it is a useless piece of computer peripheral equipment, but for fear of a backlash from all the mice and all the other people in this uni computer room alike, I won't. Procrastination is quite possibly the only way I make it through uni. If I'm at home, I'll play countless games of Spider Solitaire to ensure that my assignment is perfectly written. This could well be the most addictive game that Microsoft has ever created. At uni, I just write countless emails like this. Right now, I'm supposed to be writing a script for a three minute film. The idea fairly well sucks, but it'll have to do. I was going to steal an idea from a B&S song - you know, just do Lazy Line Painter Jane all over again, but then nobody would've appreciated it. And if I came to the group with an idea like, "yeah, and then she licks some railings and starts to feel itchy", they'd all stare at me even more and opt for an idea which is more "normal", I suppose. Boo to them! At least for that subject, we have a cute tutor. It's nice to be rewarded with something nice to look at after stumbling to uni for a 9am start. Thursdays aren't so lucky - I have an 8am start (yuck), then I get to do three bloody hours of accounting with old ladies as tutors and lecturers. I think that people who find money all the time can be classified in the same group of people as those who: a. win money at the casino by only gambling $1, and b. people who win competitions. Sadly, I am in none of these groups. All the coins (never notes) that I ever find floating around are the measly five cent pieces that everybody else has stepped over. I never win money at the casino, just lose what I put in (which isn't ever very much - $4 maybe? Maybe I'll up my betting stakes to about $10 when I get a "proper" job). AND, the best thing I ever won was a set of granny luggage. Wooh! No surprises that it was in a raffle at the nursing home where my aunt works. I think I also might have won a bottle of whisky, but I was about 12 at the time and had to hand it over to my dad. Also in my procrastination, I went to the pretty sinister site and perused all the sillustrations. They are so lovely! Will they ever make a return? Or has the fox been in hibernation over the Northern Hemisphere's winter? Oh well, perhaps I can appease this mouse some point soon. Either that, or I could do some work... Alex xx ========================================= The best looking boys are taken The best looking girls are staying inside http://www.geocities.com/veruca_salt_97/ http://darlingalex.diaryland.com/ _________________________________________________________________ MSN Instant Messenger now available on Australian mobile phones.�Go to http://ninemsn.com.au/mobilecentral/hotmail_messenger.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 rabidpenguin at xxx.com Thu May 8 06:32:35 2003 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Thu, 08 May 2003 00:32:35 -0500 Subject: Sinister: pack your bags - its time to go Message-ID: i spent last saturday night at a graduation party for myself and two friends of mine - it started at 7 and we had it at a bar that one of my friends worked at - all in all it was a great time - a lot of our friends showed up and my new boy even drove three hours that day to surprise me by making an appearence - he plays such like he has no feelings - but he is really just a large teddy bear - - but the night went off without a hitch - no one we hated showed up - and i got pleasantly drunk - probably the most drunk i have been in a long time - i actually really can't remember much of the night at all - from about 11 or so on - it is just nothing - no memory - hehehe - i think that might be the measure of a good party - i will now be graduating in about three days - i am starting to feel a bit apprehensive about the whole experience now - cause after that what do i have next - work - life - well the start of the real life for me - i can see where people always say that it is the beginning - cause in june i start my life all over again in a new city and a new job - new people around and new everything - but that can also be exciting - well seeing as how i am quite pesamistic - i am only thinking it will be bad - but we'll see what happens - lastly - i have been listening to alot of ladytron lately - i got one of their songs on a mixed tape and i have been getting others now - but i absolutely know nothing about them - can anyone fill me in - i figured i would ask the sinister mass first before i go researching - cause all i really have time for is drinking - and sorry if it seems like i am catching on to something that has already hit - remember i live in iowa - which is in the middle of the u.s. - so we get things here very late - very very very late - well love to all of you kids good days will happen sometime - --s. lordy www.sevisdrol.blogspot.com ------------------------------------------------------ what we place most hopes upon, generally proves most fatal - vicar of wakefield _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? 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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 misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk Thu May 8 16:05:15 2003 From: misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Dean=20Gillon?=) Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 16:05:15 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: french knickers and camisole tops yum yum Message-ID: <20030508150515.84497.qmail@web14401.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister colleagues Thought I'd post despite the fact that I've not much to say because my inbox has been strangely quiet in recent weeks (oo-er missus). You must all be off gazing at clouds, developing crushes on cute people in bookshops and writing ill-advised poetry about Stuart's cankles. If indeed Stuart has cankles. All this talk of the Pixies was good. They were, and still are, one of my favourite bands. Does nobody remember "Come On Pilgrim" though? Early album that I've got on vinyl somewhere containing the seminal "Caribou". Top drawer stuff and no mistake with a hairy-backed guy on the cover to boot. "Complete B-Sides"?? "The Purple Tapes"?? anyone, or am I just an indie snob nazi elitist? I tell you what; that, um, "spaghetti" post made me wince. Yikes! And on a related note, you can't buy alphabetti spaghetti anywhere anymore. We were talking about it, so I looked last time I did my shopping (5 crates of Carling, 48 tins of Heinz Vegetable Soup, bread, milk)and it was nowhere to be seen. I wouldn't touch the pap myself but still.... I felt a bit sad. Oooh, I knew I had news. I've got a blind date on friday or saturday! I've not had one of these for, *thinks* well, I've never had one, but I talked to her for about an hour last night and we got on really well. Not had the music conversation yet in any detail but she could be a B&S type. Keep your fingers crossed for me please :o) It's either a nice meal on friday night or an all day drinking binge, interspersed with the Nottingham Forest - Sheffield United match on saturday. Nobody can tell me I don't know how to impress the laydeez! Hopeless case, yes I know. If you are doing the cankle poem, here are a list of words that rhyme. Ankle (obviously), Frankel, Hankel, Shankle and Sprankle. There's an amusing thing called a wankel rotary engine too - you can get that in there somewhere I'm sure, resourceful and intelligent people like you. Please send me any examples, I'll stick them on me wall. Take care you carazy kids. Love and shankles Dean XX ps Don't suppose anyone's interested but we were discussing our favourite underwear (on women ya pervs) and that came out on top for me by the proverbial country mile. Anybody else? __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 muzzlepipe at xxx.uk Thu May 8 17:56:58 2003 From: muzzlepipe at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Matthew=20Clift?=) Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 17:56:58 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Wanted - positive thoughts Message-ID: <20030508165658.50644.qmail@web20701.mail.yahoo.com> Hello all, Well, seeing as Dean brought up the subject of football earlier (and South Yorkshire football at that!), I just thought I'd add to it and share my upcoming fears and anxieties with you... On Monday I spent the most nerve-wracking 3 hours of my life - worse than any exam/interview/assesment I've ever done. I went to watch my team, Doncaster Rovers, in the Conference play-off semi final at Chester. It finished 2-2, went to extra time and then a penalty shoot out. It was f*cking horrible... I just felt sick with nerves all game, and I can honestly say I didn't enjoy any of it until right at the end (when we won!). And now, I have to go through it all again on Saturday when I go to Stoke to watch the play-off final! This time we play Dagenham & Redbridge and I know that once again my nerves are going to be utterly shredded. On the grand scheme of things, I suppose it's all a bit trivial; you know, it's only a game and all that... but it just doesn't feel like that when you're there and desperately wanting your team to win. Anyway, it made me think... there's a real masochistic streak to football fans. Despite the way I felt on Monday, I know that nothing could keep me away from Saturday's game... even though I know I'm going to feel the same gut-wrenching anxiety for at least two hours. The prize at stake is a place in the Football League, and everybody who supports the club just wants it so badly after the way we originally lost our place 5 years ago (I won't go into it now, other than to say that we were utterly shafted). So anyway, fellow Sinisterines... if you could spare some precious time on Saturday afternoon to send positive thoughts in the general direction of Stoke, you will have my most heartfelt eternal gratitude. Please direct all telepathic projections of goodwill to the Doncaster boys in red & white hoops, and I'll love you all for ever and ever amen. Huge thanks in advance... Matthew. __________________________________________________ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Thu May 8 20:22:11 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 12:22:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: she was into s&m and bible studies, not everyone's cup o' tea Message-ID: <20030508192211.84361.qmail@web40606.mail.yahoo.com> so last night i was out with friends from high school. we kept seeing these adverts all over saying something along the lines of "INNOCENT, RELIGOUS FUN!" for some reason, and since we couldn't think of any more interesting alternatives, we decided to check it out. we got there to find all of these women dressed up like the love child of marilyn manson and siouxie sioux. they were all in cloaks, walking round in circles and chanting. it was all very weird. after awhile, a few of us decided that we wanted to leave. whilst looking for our misplaced friends, we were led to a series of "interesting" rooms. in one we found a friend chained to this bondage wheel thing. in another, we saw a couple of former teachers wearing latex suits. in yet another, we stumbled upon a series of interesting...um...toys? so that was weird. then i woke up to discover, thankfully, that this was all a bizarre dream. the girls i was with i did indeed go to high school with, but was not friends with them per se. and the innocent religous fun was some sort of cult party thing. what do you s'pose that means? i don't think of these things in my waking hours, why would i whilst in the land of nod? weird. ~stine __________________________________ 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 lucyalder at xxx.com Fri May 9 16:10:37 2003 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 16:10:37 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Faggy but nice Message-ID: <20030509151037.10815.qmail@web14203.mail.yahoo.com> *WARNING – THIS POST CONTAINS THE WORDS ‘SWEATY CLEAVAGE’, ‘FAIRY’ AND ‘WRIGGLE’* Yo I found an article about the Miss Jumbo Queen 2003 competition held in Thailand recently and began cursing Oon for neglecting to bring us this important piece of Thai elephant news! But then I realised it was a competition for laydeez, not heffalumps. See here: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/2992665.stm Everyone keeps saying how quiet it is around here. And it is. But it’s nice to see the odd breakout from the Sinister Old Folks Home. Somebody once said that Sinister is like a great big witness relocation programme – you can move to almost any city in the world and immediately slot into a circle of friends. Going to LA? Give Mr & Mrs Bapps a ring. Holiday in Paris? Look up Elena and her dinofrog. Dreading your trip to the Midlands? There’s this chap called Ian who’d love to liven up your stay. Next weekend, the Sinister brotherandsisterhood descends on Glasgow and we're ready to catch up with old pals and show the new folks around town. In case you didn’t see my last email, first of all, you are a MEANIE for deleting my lovingly crafted epistle without reading it, but anyway. Here’s the plan: SATURDAY 17TH MAY AT 2PM, KELVINBRIDGE UNDERGROUND STATION CAR PARK. THE TAP ON SAUCHIEHALL STREET IF IT RAINS. If you can’t remember that, write it on the back of your hand. It’ll fit if you write small enough. And send me a privvy email if you want my mobile phone number. I know how anxious one can get about approaching a big gang of Hello Kitty lovin’, recorder playin’, frisbee throwin’ kids you’ve never met before. I’ve been there, sweetie. I’ll hold your hand if you want. Also, I have a word of advice for those of you not familiar with this tartan land: bring a brolly. That's three words. Never mind. Those of you that are in town the night before, do come down to the Winchester Club (http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club) to see the Dudley Corporation, dance and eat cake (chocolate and fairy are looking likely). I don’t know what to wear to the picnic. Jeans will be too hot for the gig but a skirt might be too cold for the picnic. I could bring a second outfit and wriggle into it in some pokey toilet cubicle, but then I’d have to carry all that stuff around with me and a rucksack never goes down well at a gig. In fact, it’s almost as bad a crime as standing in front of me with your long, frizzy hair, so it gets stuck in my sweaty cleavage, or barging down the front when you’re the tallest man in the house (cf Big Stu – only joking!) Girls, I need advice, what shall I do? Juicy Lucy ===== 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 __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Fri May 9 20:29:36 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 12:29:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: i'm so happy, cuz you're so happy Message-ID: <20030509192936.81330.qmail@web40601.mail.yahoo.com> hi everyone. guess what? it is actually NOT RAINING OR CLOUDY in today! this is the first time in what.........93 weeks or something? okay, perhaps that is a *slight* exaggeration, but you get the idea. it is warm and sunny and lovely :o) why is it that life seems so much more bearable� when the sun is shining? perhaps it has something to do with seratonin�. my �seratonin� levels are all screwed up, that is part of the cause of at least 1 of my diseases. so i hope that all of you are well today. i can't recall if i posted about this to sinister yet...if so, i �apologise for the repetition. so, as you may or may not know, i was to begin my music course at a new school in may....after hearing nothing from the girl who is in charge of admissions and what have you, i ran her. she informed me that my course won't begin til august. �grr�. i was so hoping to be creative again. last night i tried to write a song about the lovely miss �alex goffey�. it was tripe. i mean, it was pathetic.�grrr. someday.... so if memory serves, the b&s gig is....next weekend? sorry if that is incorrect. that should be fun...from what i hear, it is shaping up to be one mutha of a picnic. we never have picnics in �chicago�. dirty vicar insists that there used to be tons of picnics in �chicago. i think it is just an example of him having an�lsd flashback to the 60's though. :o) most people don't know this, but b&s were huge in the 60's. so all is well with �alex� and �jinnifer and the ever busy mrs. fruitloop�-�apps�. as well as jay with an e, matt and �?�chris_t_�opher. aww�. i love my sinister friends. i sent the one and only mr. brian mc neill� a copy of the bowlie� weekender cd. i hope he is listening to it now and doing something fun. yay! jinnifer made me my very own special mix tape to be delivered to my fan club address. �yay! aww. i really like it here. �i'm� quite �attached to it. and in keeping with everyone talking bout football...i got some new cleats (shoes) so that i can play football again. yay! ~stine __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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I could bring a second outfit and wriggle into it in some pokey toilet cubicle, but then I’d have to carry all that stuff around with me and a rucksack never goes down well at a gig. In fact, it’s almost as bad a crime as standing in front of me with your long, frizzy hair, so it gets stuck in my sweaty cleavage, or barging down the front when you’re the tallest man in the house (cf Big Stu – only joking!) Girls, I need advice, what shall I do?" ***This advice is aimed not only at Lucy, but girls generally, and is musings to be considered and any further additional comment welcome*** I am still considering what to wear. I know its over a week to the gig, but a girl has gotta plan! Thing about wearing a skirt: tights. Always have spare tights. Thats fine - you can bundle it up into a tiny ball in your pocket. Alternatively, offer your lad the opportunity to go all 80's Wham and pop it in his pocket. Albeit that it will be a bit at an angle, and it might look more like an over inflated bollock than throbbing member. What shoes to wear? trainers with a skirt? is that ok? or are we in danger of getting a bit too much like Nat off of Eastenders wearing trainers and a skirt? particularly if its long and denim. Looks ok, but I'm going off it, and white trainers are right off my list of tasteful things to wear. I saw a ned granny walking down Maryhill wearing a long denim skirt with a split up the back and white trainers. If she had a face that was worth buying a mirror for, then it mightn't have been so bad, but cos she looked haggard, its really put the last nail in the coffin for me denim skirts with white trainers. It is possible to pack a second outfit - you only need a skirt and perhaps, shoes. I'd recommend no high heels. Naturally, a girl has got to look like a proper sexy mistress (something Lucy manages at every Winchester and NPL I've been to anyway), but you know, it gets sore. And all day. And what if there is walking? I did that once, and really, I learnt to regret. Hobbling is not a quality of a sexy mistress. So its got to be low heels or flatties really, isn't it? Then there is the issue of picnics. So it might be dry, but what if the ground is a bit damp and you know, your shoes get a bit muddy? Not chic. Not at all. Unless you have grass all over your back and a wicked little glint in your eye and matching smile, in which case you might get away with it. You could always pack your stuff in your boyfriends rucksack and let him be your mule for the night. Promise him he can have stallion duty afterwards. Alternatively, if you know someone who lives within changing distance do that. Somewhere within walking distance of the picnic venue.. so towards the end of the picnic you can nip off and change "quickly". Perhaps the other alternative would be to go for a tunic. I would do this if I had the guarantee that my thighs were going to be a little more cooperative than they have been for the last seven years. Strip off the jeans in a pokey cubicle and voila, one oh so cute mini dress. Don't bend over at the waist though. Tunics are apparently ok to wear, although I still have nightmares about when those girls used to wear white bootcut tight polyester trousers with the wrap around skirt. Or, just bring a spare top. Something glam for the evening, and something casual for the daytime. Add a bit of jewelry and a good dose of fantastic cleavage (I've heard that in boyland, there is no such thing about bad cleavage. Unless you think about Tori Spelling. That girl needs to get her tits to be a bit more friendly with one another). One pair of spare shoes and a teeny bag which is all you need really for shoes and a top (ok, and make up, a hair brush, camera, and anything else you might pack). Maybe we should all just buy flymos. they apparently squish and squash stuff into a tiny compartment. Clever hover? One point about frizzy hair- my tips to avoid calamity: 1. buy frizz ease 2. Use it. 3. Tie long hair into a bun 4. Avoid moisture in the air at the picnic by wearing a headscarf. No bandanas please, you are not the Duchesses of York, thank you. Headscarves are a bit Isobel Campbell, but if the perm story is true, then I'm guessing frizz might be a bit along her street too. 5. Wear an alice band and keep it neat 6. Get your heads shaved 7. Wear something with a hood. 8. Go to the pub. Hmm. Ok this is hard work trying to decide what to do. I think I need to go shopping. love idles ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ Yahoo! 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There are boring ones, you know, the ones that are really only for the blogger and their friends to read. There are semi-interesting ones that dissolve into self-obsessed hipsters bragging about how cute their friends are. There are blogs where people post their artwork (I like these) or their photos. There are bloggers who write about the city they live in. There are even blogs that talk about food, and celebrity sightings in NYC. This is seriously eating up a lot of my day. So, in order to inflict all of you with similar problems, here are some links to some interesting blogs I've come across lately. NYC celebs and gossip... http://www.gawker.com/ Photos and whatnot about Tokyo... http://www.hunkabutta.com/ This one covers all sorts of topics, but has a great food section... http://www.tigerbunny.org/blog/ Anyway, this is enough to get you started, because, as you may already know, all bloggers have an endless list of links to other bloggers. It's the rules. Even Stuart Murdoch has a blog...haahahahaha...it's a virus. And of course, plenty of people here have blogs, which you can probably find (if you don't read them already) by searching the archives. I can't believe I don't have one yet. Hmmm... your friend, andrea 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 _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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I was reading Stuart's fave film list on the band's website and it gave me concrete evidence that the man has impeccable taste. Every second film had me going either, "oh yeah", or "of course!" or just grinning at the screen out of nostalgia at films i'd completely forgotten about. I feel though that a special mention must go out to Amelie. I watched it again the other night and can't get over how perfect it is. I think it might even beat Its a Wonderful Life in the feel-good department. I've been putting off essay writing all day, but i'm starting to run out of excuses. I even tried closing my eyes and hoping it wouldn't be there when I opened them. So if anyone has expert knowledge in the field of 'What makes something taboo?' I'd love to hear from you. And thats about it really! bye, Matt xx __________________________________________________ Yahoo! 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So, with mild headaches and curry still under our fingernails, we present for your singalong pleasure... Rob: *burp* Liz: Yes, dear. And now for what I like to call 'the entertainment': ------------------------------------------------------- SEEING OTHER PUBLICANS We supped on a pint there Drinking just for practice Could we please pay the barman 'Cause the other boys are queueing up behind us A hand over my mouth I'm running to the Ladies Well if I carry on bouzing and you just want a shandy Then we should be OK, and it'd be kind of handy If I didn't chuck up on the stairs On the way to your bachelor-pad How are you feeling? I don't think you can be dealing With the situation very well You take a crate home for a dirty weekend, that's OK But when it's over You are looking at the working week through bloodshot eyes, with a hangover (hang-o-ver) You're downing a pint now Chugging on your bitter And you can't understand why all the other boys are going for the New, tall, elegant, rich drinks - You can bet it is a bitch, bint But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent That you're going to have to change And you're going to have to drink real ale You'll be better off At least they know how to pour it We supped on a pint there Drinking just for practice Could we please pay the barman 'Cause the other boys are queueing up behind us A hand over my mouth I'm running to the Ladies Well if I just want a soft drink and you remain sober Then we should be OK, and we'll remember when it's over We're finding other friends who aren't habitually lathered At least that's what we say we are doing ------------------------------------------------------- Rob: That's it. We're off for a fry-up. Liz: Ooh, I could just do with a half of London Pride. Much love, Robster & Liz :x (languishing in Portsmouth) __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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This, for those not aware of said coiffure is the hairstyle whereby first you spike up your hair but then pull your fringe back down over your forehead, but leave the rest spiked, so that you have two elegant horns of hair, divided by a graceful, sweeping fringe. The only person ever in the public eye to venture such avant-garde hair, to my knowledge, was the lead singer of the actually not that bad synthpop band A Flock of Seagulls, back in the swinging 80s. He, apparently, discovered it quite by accident when having spiked up his blond locks just prior to a show, one of his bandmates hilariously surprised him by, you guessed it, pushing his fringe down, thus forming the basic structure of the hairstyle. Mr A Flock of Seagulls (his name, if I was ever aware of it in the first place escapes me ^� in fact I^�ll use the neutral ground of this parenthesis to apologise for any factual errors relating to the band, I^�m doing all this from memory and my bank of A Flock of Seagulls information is scant at best) decided that, hey, his hair actually looks pretty damn good like that and he went on to be seen regularly with his hair just like that, on TV, in the band^�s videos and, though I^�ve no actual corroboration of this, only a strong suspicion - in the privacy of his own home. The one problem with Mr. AFoS^� decision about the hairstyle looking good was that he was wrong. It looks stupid. It looks stupid enough for it to be featured on those ^�I love the 80s^� shows, the one for whichever year he rose to fame, and for such luminaries, such sparks in the dark black wasteland of comedy as Stuart Maconie and Kate Thornton to mock at length the hairdo. Well, let me posit a question at this juncture: who is laughing now? The youth of today, at least one of them, are out in public with that haircut. Dare to be different? I was shocked myself by it, I couldn^�t help staring. Possible reasons for it: minor internet celebrity Tom Ewing^�s recent piece about A Flock of Seagulls on Freaky Trigger. But this seems unlikely. The discovery by the kid of A Flock of Seagulls, perhaps in his parent^�s record collection, or even just by a picture and the subsequent decision to copy the hairstyle. Perhaps the kid was the victim of a similar prank to the singer from A Flock of Seagulls and had similarly decided that his hair looked alright as it was. Two of those potential solutions run with the idea that the kid knew about A Flock of Seagulls, but this seems unlikely to me. The third seems unlikely in a lightning not striking twice way. More plausible fourth: he was just experimenting with hair, just as he was thinking ^�hm, maybe not^� his mum put her head round the door and said ^�what on earth have you done with your hair lad? Put a brush through it this instant^� and he was immediately sold on it. Or are we on the verge of a resurgence in popularity of A Flock of Seagulls? Soon will I walk through Sheffield amid mass gangs of people sporting the A Flock of Seagulls haircut? I don^�t know if that would be a good thing or not. The problem with the haircut is that, as I mentioned above, that it looks stupid. Looking stupid though is about as subversive as you can get fashionwise these days. It^�s a lot more subversive than looking good, if subversive is even the word and if good is even the word. If you look stupid for long enough, or if enough people do it then it sort of becomes acceptable though doesn^�t it? But there are different stupids too, I dunno if any of you have seen that Japanese fashion magazine, I think it^�s called ^�Fruits^� if not then it showcases some of the more esoteric things that those wacky Japanese people wear. There^�s probably a website or something. A lot of those people do look stupid, stupid in the sense that that^�s not ever something that I would even consider wearing, and not because I don^�t think I^�d be able to get away with it, though sometimes that, but they also at the same time look really great, and a kind of great that I^�ll probably never be able to look myself, what with my relatively MOR fashion choices. But the A Flock of Seagulls haircut doesn^�t ever seem to have the potential to be in a context or to create a context where it would be that kind of stupid and great. The tension between those two, incidentally, is perhaps where great fashion comes from. But nonetheless, given the different stupids that there are, I think the A Flock of Seagulls hairdo belongs in the sort of one that will never catch on. I suppose it^�s not unfeasible that following the success of the band that some people copied the hairstyle. And later burned any existing photographs of them with it. But that^�s a bit different to a fifteen year old kid in an Offspring hoodie. So I can^�t see it lasting. Though he did have a whole gang of friends with him, and from my brief observations they didn^�t seem to be mocking him, or staring at the hair for long periods of time. Perhaps he^�s had it ages, and has kept it in defiance of mockery. I^�d like to find out but I expect I never will. Alas. Or to look at it a different way. When I was at school one of the best teachers I had was my A-level French teacher, he was the kind of bloke that their aren^�t nearly enough of in teaching ^� easy going, approachable, intellectual, but not in a particularly academic way etc etc. As well as all that he was quite the Serge Gainsbourg fan, and so rather than through Isobel Campbell or Whitney Houston it was through him that I first came across Gainsbourg^�s music. But that was quite a few years back, before I did my A-levels. When I got to there the class shrunk significantly. Only seven people did the new fangled AS level French, and that number plummeted again to just three doing the full A-level. Though that was a 300% increase on the previous years class. French wasn^�t a popular subject. I^�ll stress again that this wasn^�t because of Trev, which is what everyone amusingly called the guy I^�m on about, but rather for a number of factors which you can probably guess for yourselves, as well as the fact that the other member of the department, who you also had to be taught by for A-level was a complete bitch. The sort of woman who there are far too many of in teaching. The reduction in class size meant that lessons inevitably became much more informal, and given Trev^�s laid back nature we did very little actual learning of French during them. Which probably accounts for our dismal performances in the exams, but it was worth it I think. So I discussed Serge with him on a number of occasions, I was a confirmed fan by the time I got to the sixth form and we touched upon such subjects as the relative conceptual merits of his Rock Around the Bunker album, which to my disappointment I still have not heard in its entirety, and I remember Ms Campell expressing particular admiration for that one as well, as well as how he managed to cover a great deal of musical territory whilst still maintaining a consistent tone to his records. I think this is down to Gainsbourg being such a distinctive vocalist ^� I think at the time I compared him to The Fall in that respect, but I don^�t think my French teacher had heard The Fall. He also taught General Studies and I recall one lesson where he was covering my class (the idea my school had for that subject was that you^�d get taught by a different teacher every week, which is a great idea I think, though it didn^�t really work too well as the haphazard way that General Studies was organised, and the fact that nobody really took it very seriously meant there wasn^�t enough continuity to the course, and also very few of the teachers put enough effort into the lessons ^� not especially their fault all the time as they didn^�t get to choose the subject areas they had to teach). We^�d done the usual General Studies thing, which was to watch a video and then have a bit of a discussion about the quote unquote issue it dealt with. Quite what that issue was I^�ve forgotten, but I remember it being an excessively dull video, so I can^�t imagine the ensuing discussion being anything better than half-hearted. The thing was that General Studies lessons were always ridiculously long, almost two hours in one go, but because the school had only switched to having lessons of that length that year, most of the available material for classes would only take up about an hours worth of time, because that^�s how long the lessons had always been in the past. So there was always an empty half an hour at the end of lessons where, unless the subject at hand was a particularly interesting one and the discussion on it was animated then the teacher would usually let us get on with whatever we wanted. This lesson I^�m on about now was one such occasion where that happened, and I was sitting near to where the tapes were kept, including a couple of the Serge ones that Trev kept to occasionally play to his students. So I started telling the people I was sitting with about Serge Gainsbourg, and how I liked him and so forth, and being the nice guy that he is Trev said that he would put some on so that they could hear it. So that tape started up, I can^�t recall which record it was, possibly a best-of, as I know he kept one of those in the classroom, nor which song sadly, but as the tune began and Gainsbourg^�s breathy gallic drawl came loping over the opening chords a boy sitting over on the other side of the classroom called over to me and said, incredulation in his voice ^�Kieran, do you actually like this?!^� as though doing so would be the maddest thing ever, to which I just grinned and said something pathetic like ^�er, yeah.^� This slightly useless anecdote is apropos my being in a record shop the other day and seeing a couple of Serge records and remembering that I hadn^�t listened to him in ages. So if this was livejournal then I would have Current Music: Serge Gainsbourg. But ok, what about this? When I was in that record shop looking at the Gainsbourg recs I mistook the music on the PA for being Pink Floyd when in fact it was some reggae group. And then I realised that it was actually a reggae group *covering* Pink Floyd. I had a look on the ^�now playing^� thing and it was from some compilation which I have forgotten the name of, but I expect it wouldn^�t be too hard to find if you^�re interested. It was one of the songs off Dark Side of The Moon, the one about breathing I think, I^�m afraid I don^�t know the title because, to be honest, I can^�t stand Pink Floyd. I don^�t think I could bear to sit through Dark Side of The Moon in its entirety ever again, though admittedly, as with a great deal of the bands I purport not to be able to stand they have done a couple of things that I like ^� Wish You Were Here is a nice song for example, and there^�s a cover of it by Sparklehorse which is fantastic too. I^�m not sure if I can adequately articulate the reasons for my dislike for Pink Floyd. I fear it may be down to personal prejudice against a particularly snotty guy I went to school with whose three passions in life were Lord of The Rings, playing cards and Pink Floyd, so they^�ve always been part of an axis of loserdom for me. It^�s certainly nothing to do with me not liking prog, though I can^�t stomach Van der Graaf Generator either, but just the other day I was listening to Magma and loving every minute of it. But on the recent top ten of prog on channel four Pink Floyd were number one but where were Magma? Not even on the chart. What does that say about the state of things? And though I think it^�s a brilliant idea, I^�m baffled as to why a reggae group would want to cover a song like that. In fact, though I don^�t really listen to very much of it, I think the whole idea of reggae is brilliant, how it came about is fascinating. And I^�m wondering quite how reggae would^�ve sounded if instead of American rock n roll through their tinny stereos back in the day, the people of Jamaica would^�ve heard prog. - Kieran p.s. Here's a picture of your man from A Flock of Seagulls and the rest of the band too - http://www.aimrocks.com/images/flock_of_seagulls.jpg _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 wp237567 at xxx.uk Sun May 11 15:21:30 2003 From: wp237567 at xxx.uk (Neil Wykes) Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 15:21:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Exposed! Secret Garden Message-ID: Dear all, I had quite an exciting day yesterday, full of little pleasures that I thought some of you might understand. Turns out the people sent by my Landlord to come 'look at the windows' yesterday were actually going to rip them out and replace them, forcing me to not spend the day working and playing the demo of Freelancer as I'd planned. I caught the bus into Hanley and wandered around, bored out of my pretty head, avoiding adolescents herding around the shops like bad citizens, but good consumers. If the two could be swapped by everyone I think the world would be so much better a place. I brought my SLR Camera making me look professional and feeling like Jimmy I took photos of the odd looking gargoyles squeezing out of the wall of the church just above head height. strange this church just over 150 years old was abandoned, it was a beautiful building. the graveyard was a strange, strange place, with unmarked graves and no bodies laid to rest after about 1930, some even had the addresses of where they lived when they died. I read perhaps a hundred epitaphs, but I'm ashamed to say I remember none of them. I read about beloved twins who died at thirty, before their parents and their parents had to bury them, about sisters being buried together and husband and wives dieing, leaving young children. were those children buried in the same graveyard somewhere too? I saw people, places, and streets. Pit fodder and Potters alike, noting left of their neurons and flesh, only the stone of their skeletons and the gravestones. In a book I'm planning I might have the society I'm creating employ people who read and remember the names of the dead, what's the point of a grave if no-one remembers? I hope some bookish Sinister type reads my gravestone when I'm gone, I really should pre-write my epitaph.. I wandered down to the cinema bought a ticket to see X-men 2 then had two and a quarter hours to kill. I spent some in a bar sipping diet cola, missing the caffeine levels you can find in soft drinks in North America and reading my Prospect magazine about the wrongs of the economic models of the same said region. this was all a bit too intellectual for a Saturday, a day I normally spend eating bananas and listening to radio comedy, so I dared to wander the car parks and retail park that the cinema lies on, hating the pedestrian. Behind a Morisson's car wash I found a steep set of stairs into the hill of trees that hugs the retail park and cushions with the dry ski slope and canal I frequently cycle along. Turns out I discovered a secret garden, with bridges and a mile or so of dips and copses ( I so rarely get to use that word, Joy! copses) and celtic looking circles of seats and stones, even a artificially landscaped ravine. and there was no-one there! Just me, pigeons and ravens so I found the tallest part, sat on a hill and watched the clouds, resting my tired eyes, but all too soon it was time to go to the cinemas I started heading back and was hit by a summer shower. Summer showers are so much better than winter ones, changing the colours of distant things, turning the world into one more akin to parallax, the joy of 16 bit games. with the most distant parts looking desaturated. and best of all the tension and frustration in the air which you can feel goes. at one point of my meanderings back I was harassed by a large group of twelve year olds, who immediately commenced questioning my sexuality, being old hat I had a large repertoire of witty responses at my disposal, but by far the best form of defence is to agree. when one tried to offer himself to me to the enjoyment of the rest of the group I told him, " No thanks, I'm not interested. you look too much like a girl." he was laughed at and the situation disarmed. I was glad to see that a mailing by the mailings recently I'm not the only one who fancies people in bookshops, it's so sexy to see people looking at books, thinking about their choices whilst secretly hoping they are looking at your choices too! that they'll say you like that author too? fancy going for a coffee and talking about that? It never happens, but I love imagining it. Take care of yourselves Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Sun May 11 17:30:29 2003 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 16:30:29 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The Picnic Papers Message-ID: Hi folks, fancy a biscuit? I am having a little dilemma on the concert clothing front myself. Glasgow is only the first stop on my mini tour of Britain, so I need to pack plenty of clothes. The trouble is that essential packing space will be taken up by pants and such things so sacrifices will have to be made. I particularly want to wear my brand-new second-hand deerstalker hat, but it might mean abandoning my emergency rations of Kendal Mint Cake, and one never knows when that might come in useful. +++ I think that if I were stranded on a desert island, the one thing I would ask Sue Lawley to supply me with before I was set adrift would be a cassette recorder. Then I could press down play and record, sing some songs onto it with accompaniment from coconut hoofs, then play them back and never be bored. I think with only the nauseous churning of the sea and the gibbering of those fucking monkeys I would slowly go a bit mad. In a similar way, I think that if i were condemmed to a world where there was only music and no songs it would be half a world; a world with jelly but no blancmange, with skateboards but no rollerskates. Someone asked me recently what sort of music I like. I still find that question almost impossible to answer. I could tell them I like indie music but it's such a small label on such a wide, striped scarf of musical types most people wouldn't get the right idea. And my tastes go beyond that label anyway. No, what I like, I think, are songs not music. So "I like songs", I say. Songs about love, death and public parks. A punch to the stomach, bruise on the lips, crack in the heart. But even better, songs that tell stories; songs that tell me something that I already vaguely knew but needed a B and a D minor to make it clear. Even if I woke up one morning on my island, fell out of my hammock and discovered that my last square of Kendal Mint Cake had been stolen by a fucking grinning monkey, a song would make me happy again. +++ I bought a tweed jacket on the weekend, too, which suits my hat just dandy. Obviously hugely impractical, though. It'll be a close-run thing between that and my umbrella. Style versus stormproofing; it's a tough choice. xxx Robin [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/ ] _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister 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 raskolnikoff_01 at xxx.com Mon May 12 10:16:42 2003 From: raskolnikoff_01 at xxx.com (Rask) Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 10:16:42 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Pour devenir immortel, et puis mourir Message-ID: It's at time like these that I really dig Belle and Sebastian. Like most music fans I have ever diverging and re-immerging tastes. I must say I was devastated when Isobel left the band, I thought she took all the good stuff with her. Of late it has been towards anything from the new white stripes record to acid mothers temple to godspeed to nick cave to the really excellent last release from low honourable mentions: the loves, the chalets, Calexico, yeahYeahYEAHs, flaming lips, jimmycake, rest . But when feeling particularly shitty for reasons I wont go into I must admit there is much comfort to be gleaned from a nice cup of tea with some "nice" biscuits at the side and tigermilk in the background/foreground. There is something about B&S that makes me feel a lot calmer. I also am enjoying diversions such as stuarts diary, I wasn't too sure about all this band transparency thing they have going on at the moment. I think its nice when bands are a bit mysterious and thus underexposed. But I particularly liked stuarts top 50 films esp since I share most of them in my head-list. A bout de Souffle being my absolute favourite. The subject line is taken from my favourite line where parvulesco is asked what his main ambition in life is: for those of you who don't speak French and lack the ability to cut and paste into babel fish it means "to become immortal, and then die". I went to see yo la tengo and (smog) a couple of weekends ago and they were really really grate. With all this music and wonder in the world it's a wonder a soul can be so down in the dumps really. The music is not all good though, I bought the new set fire to flame album the other week, and it really sucks. It just sounds like the field recording out takes of the last album. I really expected a bit more music for my 24 europes(euros). I'm sure some smart arse will write back and say its grate and that you have to listen to the notes they are not playing or something equally as pretentious, but really they have great talent, too much to be clinking a tin pot in the background for 9 minutes and calling it music. Actually maybe somebody could enlighten me, has anyone enjoyed this album? Maybe I've just become too mainstream or something. A big shout out to the irish sinister posse, i dont know any of you, but maybe i will meet you sometime. richard +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon May 12 10:03:17 2003 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 16:03:17 +0700 Subject: Sinister: If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It... Message-ID: ...but if it is broke, break it more. Or so the saying goes, except the last bit of course. hello all, Alas, the bicycle that has served my older brother and then me so well has gone to bikey heaven. It was a little bit broken, and very squeaky, and the chain came off about once a week, so I decided to try and fix it. Armed with a tiny little adjustable spanner and a can of squirty grease, and with IYFS on in the background, I stared my bike down. It is supposed to have 10 gears, but only 4 have worked for the last 5 years or so. The brakes needed tightening, the chain needed oiling...this wasn't going to be easy. I started with the brakes and that was easy enough. Then a little oil on the chain and all was looking good. Then on to the gears, or lack thereof. I pulled a little wire thing, undid this and that, pushed a small uppy downy bit...(i apologise if this language is too technical for anyone) I came to the conclusion that the uppy downy bit wasn't going all the way up, so the chain couldn't reach three of the cogs, hence 6 gears weren't being used. So I used all my mechanical know-how and decided the best way to fix the problem would be to push the uppy downy bit into a position where it could reach the upper cogs. So I did this, but halfway up I heard a very soft snap noise. Now I always thought that the loudness of a break/snap noise was an indication of how much damage had been done. A quiet snap noise indicates very minor damage, a loud snap noise indicates major damage. It turns out that my quiet/loud theory isn't quite right. The uppy downy bit is now just a downy bit, 2 springs went flying off and i'm not sure where they came from or where they went to, and the bike is now pretty much unrideable. At first I was a little emotional, and I reminisced about riding on my parents farm whistling Take That songs, then riding to uni in first year whistling Blur songs, then singing Primal Scream songs at the top of my voice while riding stoned to get crisps at 2am during my unemployed year, and finally softly singing Belle and Sebastian songs while riding to uni for the last two years. I'll take it to a bike repair shop tomorrow, but I think it will be quite expensive to fix. I think it is time for me to move on, to let bicycles be bygones. I'll going to buy a shiny new second hand bike, with a bell, and 10 gears (or maybe more!), and a chain that stays on. how very exciting! terry --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ ____________________________________________________________ Get advanced SPAM filtering on Webmail or POP Mail ... 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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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Mon May 12 19:46:46 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 11:46:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: that's what i like about you Message-ID: <20030512184646.84980.qmail@web40601.mail.yahoo.com> that song....what i like about you...by the romantics....it's on the radio right now. i don't really like that song very much. ah well. the weekend was riddled with mayhem. my goodness. tornadoes everywhere. winds upwards of 50 mph. cold. rainy. ick. saturday i worked for an hour or two...then went...don't remember what i did to be honest. ah well. i guess it musn't have been too exciting. yesterday i met my family for breakfast. i intended on meeting them for 8:30 mass...my tummy had a different agenda apparently becuase when i woke up on sunday morning, my stomach was swollen, more than it has been in a long time. none of my clothes fit me and i wanted to die. i am thinking i should just bite the bullet, go ahead and schedule my endoscopy. at this point, what difference will an additional $7,000 in debt really make? i dunno. i really don't want to have these episodes though....they really aren't fun. so yes, breakfast. met for breakfast and everyone pestered me about why i wasn't eating. then i went to my brothers house (again) and he fixed my car (again). i am hoping that the car behaves for awhile. i also bought a l'il (foot)(soccer) ball air freshener :o) after that, i went to my cousin kelly's house. we don't really ever see one another as we both tend to avoid large family gathering type situations. i love my family....i guess...most of them anyway. my aunt kathy i could do without....grrrrrrr...... so we had a nice time. the insane storms of the weekend and the aforementioned wind storms brought some sadness. well, lots of it i s'pose. there is this giant pine tree that has been in my gram's yard for over 40 years. the wind blew it over. can you believe that? crazy. luckily it didn't hurt anyone, or the house, but it is sad to think of that big ol' tree not being there anymore :o) ah well. i s'pose those things happen don't they. trees fall...people fall....people die....trees give us oxygen. i dunno. perhaps many of you had read/heard about this high school girls scandal. there is a tradition amongst the suburban chicago girls in their junior and senior years in high school, to participate in a "Powder Puff" football (american footbal...gridiron, if you will :o) game. last weekend a group of girls held this years game at a local forest preserve as the school no longer sponsers it. in lieu of playing a game, the lovely senior class members, proceeded to hit, kick, and beat on the junio girls. in addition to throwing pig fecal matter, some sort of animal intestines, and a slew of equally disgusting matter, onto the underclassman. some of the girls parents were thoughtful enough to supply them with alcohol (which is illegal...must be 21 to buy, drink, or serve anything alcoholic in IL). smart girls, recorded the whole thing. several of them, i want to say 10? had to go the hospital, get stitches and a series of other things. i dunno. maybe i'm naive. maybe i am old. maybe i am turning into one of those people who say "when i was younger, we never would have done such things." honestly though, i don't think we would have. even the most popular kids in my school left the least popular alone. i participated in powder puff at my school...we never did anything even remotely like that. no organs thrown on anyone, no bodily fluids, aside from sweat perhaps, and we just played. we had fun. we didn't try to beat or mame or humiliate anyone else. weird. the girls who did the beating, throwing, etc, are facing criminal charges as well as discipline from their high school..even though it was off school grounds on a saturday. the parents who supplied the alcohol are going to be in shit loads of trouble as well. people are so crazy. hoping things are more sane in your neck of the woods... ~stine __________________________________ 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 idleberry at xxx.com Mon May 12 21:48:40 2003 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 13:48:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: A blog: the newest accessory for todays blowhard Message-ID: <20030512204840.17201.qmail@web41114.mail.yahoo.com> Dear sinister, May I recommend this season's in thing, a blog. Stuart Murdoch has one, and look what happened to him. He became a popstar. thanks idles. xx http://www.blogger.com http://www.livejournal.com http://www.diaryland.com and when you're done: http://www.geocities.com/retrosec - Pocketbook Angels: the choice for sinister blogging. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo. http://search.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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Tue May 13 10:26:03 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 10:26:03 +0100 Subject: Sinister: nice day for a soup Message-ID: Hello sinister, OBH has sent me all the way back to sinister in order to post again. On a kind of Campbell theme today too. Matt Campbell discovered something that costed him £13.50, and he was quite annoyed, well, a week last Saturday I discovered something else, and now I'm $200 poorer than before. Online poker, I curse you. And also Matt I'm not one of those lucky beggars who got your loose change, argh, some dude now has all of mine. He was BLUFFING too, and I called his bluff but he won it on the river killer. Sigh. And then Dean Dillon talked about Alphabet soup, which made me feel as if I've Got My Finger On The Pulse there. Because I've noticed the disappearance of my beloved alphabet soup since January 2002... http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200201/msg00186.html And apparently, they're still being sold in America as "Campbell's Vegetarian Vegetable Soup" (as opposed to the vegetable soups that use substitute vegetables which look like vegetables but are actually meat, to cater for meatatarians - my favourite is the cucumber that is in fact a big piece of pork). In the UK, however, I have searched long and hard (well, looked in various supermarkets) there is still no Alphabet Soup (vegetarian or not) to be seen. If anyone does find one then I'd be grateful to be informed of it! The lack of said soup is effecting my spelling bye the minit. innit. Finally of course.. mmmmmm Isobel Campbell. Okay I better check the rear tyres for my car before driving up to Glasgow on Friday, see you later. Ken Proudly blogless since 1980 ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 flyingfishstick at xxx.com Tue May 13 14:08:23 2003 From: flyingfishstick at xxx.com (Ellie) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 14:08:23 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Blog Envy... Message-ID: <1052827703.994746243@www.coolgoose.com> The recent chatter about blogs (I prefer "online journal" -- in the words of Dave Elfving, a blog "sounds like some sort of unfortunate medical condition") on this list has led me to re-evaluate my own little log. ...And yes, I suffer from blog envy. A recent jaunt over to the Pocketbook Angel webring lead me to interesting journals that chronicle the ever-exciting lives of imminent hipsters and neglected colanders. My own journal, on the other hand, has recently hosted entries about the giant swordfish I saw at the market, another about how many people I harrassed at Sunday night's free Paul McCartney concert, and another about the unfortunate state of my hair. (Certainly things worthy of remembering and sharing with passers-by). In other words, I'm too embarrassed to share webring space with journals that are actually worth reading; how about an alternative Sinister Blog List for the rest of us? Surely there must be at least one or two other Sinisterians who, like my self, have an unquashable enthusiasm for sharing the mundane. Also, I have been watching the list for any sorts of meetup announcements (I'll be somewhere in the UK for most of July) but thus far no luck. That, coupled with the fact that none of my favorite British bands will be touring then has lead me to feel quite rejected. Now, I'm not saying that anyone should plan a July picnic simply because I'll be in town, I'm just saying that *were* someone to arrange one, I would certainly show up. That's all. --E, proudly blogging the boring since Jan. 2001 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Tue May 13 15:11:08 2003 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 14:11:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Green Wellies Message-ID: Dear All, On Sunday, I finally got around to planting my potatoes. My back garden is very small, so I could only plant two rows. Looking out of my kitchen window through the steam of a well-earned cup of tea an idea sprouted in front of me. There in front of me, all lined up like horses at the starting gate, were ten brand-new gambling opportunities. Knowing how you members of the "Belle and Sebastian and Potatoes Mailing List" love a good bet, here it is: (the seed potatoes are ordered as they are seen from Robin's kitchen window) \o/ 1: Le Potato De La Bourgeoisie \o/ 2: The Tater I Am In \o/ 3: You're Just a Tattie \o/ 4: Spud-o-tronic Renaissance \o/ 5: There's Too Much Spud \o/ 6: The Spud of Mash and Peel \o/ 7: The Potato in the Snow \o/ 8: I Know Where the Potatoes Go \o/ 9: Lazy Mashed Potater Jane \o/ 10: I'm Waking Up to Spuds Each potato is more or less the same size and, after plenty of digging, the going is good. Winners will be judged in a few months time on the number of potatoes produced per seed potato, their size, healthiness and flavour. Whoever picks the winner, I will send a prize.* He he! I just sent someone a tea bag in the Internal Mail here at work and he doesn't know who it came from. HA HA!! A TEA BAG!!!! Robin x * The prize may be a potato. [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/blog ] _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister 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 May 13 16:27:33 2003 From: misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Dean=20Gillon?=) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 16:27:33 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: I think this is going to go on and on Message-ID: <20030513152733.7672.qmail@web14407.mail.yahoo.com> Get Me Away From Here, I'm Frying anyone? Oh dear Dean XX __________________________________________________ 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 lucyalder at xxx.com Tue May 13 15:53:36 2003 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 15:53:36 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Green Wellies In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20030513145336.89294.qmail@web14201.mail.yahoo.com> Dear Sinister I feel obliged to point out that Stouty missed the following puntastic opportunities: Judy is a Chip Slap, A Century of Taters and Ease your Frites into the Sea. I'm bored at work, do you see? But I'm jealous of Robin's potatoes! In two weeks time, I am entering the big, grown-up world of flat ownership and, though I won't have enough room for veg, I'll at least be able to plant a border of lavender and put geraniums on my windowsills. There will be bumble bees and butterflies and sparrows and probably earwigs, slugs and snails too. And I will have to do things like mow the grass and clip the hedge. I've never clipped a hedge in my life! Now, if you could wax, shave or Immac privet, I'd be just fine. Sigh. I was looking at Stuart's top 50 films and noticed that his number one is the same as Ally C's number one - Annie Hall. I quite like it too, but my only problem with it is that Woody Allen is in it. It always feels a bit dirty, watching Woody Allen. Especially in those grubby little white shorts he wears as underwear and he lies down on the bed and tries to look sexy with his little legs and fluffy hair. Bleurgh, cringe! Manhattan is far worse and pervier though. We watched it at the CCA not long ago and the theatre stank of pish. Juicy Lucy ===== 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 __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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I fancy something vaguely indie/alternative and fairly central if there's anywhere anyone can recommend...? Somebody mentioned the Cathouse to me - supposed to be nu-metal, rock, punk etc... which'll do if there's nowhere else. Have any of you Glaswegians out there got any advice for me on this please? I was going to add to the potato jokes, but I spudn't think of one. Guess eye'll just have to jacket in before I make a fool of myself (oops, too late). Thanks in advance for any advice regarding the more sensible bit of this email. Cheers, Matthew. P.S. For those of you who may be interested (not many of you then), the mighty Donny Rovers are back in the Football League! Thanks to all of you who sent positive thoughts. The rest of you... well, it looks like we didn't need you anyway! __________________________________________________ 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 michael at xxx.org Tue May 13 17:00:44 2003 From: michael at xxx.org (Michael Vance) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 09:00:44 -0700 Subject: Sinister: The future's looking colourful, it's the color of blood, chaos and corruption Message-ID: <0D9DE28C-855C-11D7-825D-000393827B88@infinite-monkeys.org> Someone wrote on Amazon: 'After reading about it for what seems half a decade, "The Loneliness of the Middle Distance Runner" is a bit disappointing - i find the melody weak and meandering -- but perhaps no actual song could trump the "lost masterpiece" I had in my head.' And I have to say that this person is dead wrong, and it's absolutely one of my favorite B&S songs ever. I'm listening to it right now and it's so brilliant I want to scream. I also have a couple live versions of it because a very nice Sinister fellow by the name of Ernie sent me some CDs (and I was never kind enough to return the favor--apologies!). Ernie sent them to be because I had never heard a live version of Seymour Stein and was desperate to. Ben Apps is my new hero for making a pun about that song recently. And he got married to another local LA Sinister lady in Santa Barbara, which is coincidentally where my bride-to-be and I got engaged at the beginning of the year. Yes, the future *is* looking colorful--I'm getting married in late September. If we were playing six degrees of Sinister I imagine I could link up to anyone in Scotland through Mrs. Fruitloop to BApps to whomever (maybe even KChu in London or wherever--thank fuck for that). And speaking of blogs I was reading one (from NYC) the other day when I realized the author's good friend worked at the same company as a good friend of mine. Unknown connections coming out of the woodwork. There's a poll on Morrissey-Solo for the saddest Smiths/Morrissey song, but they don't even have Jeane there. No other song is quite as soul-crushing to me, but of course beautiful at the same time. "Jeane There's ice on the sink where we bathe So how can you call this a home When you know it's a grave ?" When Sandie Shaw sings the song I think it's even more sad somehow. Maybe because she's a Buddhist. Or maybe not. m. -- "Behold, Sheriff Pony! The flashpoint of all creation!!" "Woo-hoo!! More tabasco, God!!!" -- http://www.wigu.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 therapy.services at xxx.org Tue May 13 17:57:07 2003 From: therapy.services at xxx.org (therapy.services at xxx.org) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 17:57:07 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "Sting" is another one of my heroes. His music, I don't really li sten to it, but the fact that he makes it, I respect that" Message-ID: Oh my god, I'm back again. Bum, bum de dum. So I went and recorded the entire back catalogue and made a super-fine 'B+S for beginners' package (complete with pictures! and biography! and quotes! and scurrilous tales of debauchery!) for a friend of mine. And whilst I was proud of my gift and stationary skills, I did kind of overdo it on the listening stakes. So I played my recently received Quasi and Architecture in Helsinki records (I pretend to be the Midnight Miss Suki to her...) which were lovely, lovely, lovely and then, as ever, I went all poptastic. And then I was sad. Not because of the alarming family double accident, but because there aren't any good old fashioned boy bands anymore. Oh, how I've tired of "Sure we're all boys but are into r 'n' b and have flava with a pop groove and I play the keyboards and WE'RE NOT A BOY BAND!" palava I keep reading about in Smash Hits. I'm talking about a podgy lead singer, a cheeky chap, a cutie-pie and two buff hangers-on who DO AS THEY'RE TOLD and record a bunch of tunes written by Max Martin. I mean c'mon! I need some adorable unattainable boy to swoon over again and write fake articles about for fun! Careers Guidance Counsellor: Why journalism? Marianna: So I can interview cute pop stars and make out with them. Instead, sadly, there is the emergence of D-Side who are the new freaking Westlife (who, hell-lo, 'ugly! ugly! balladeers!' were never a proper boy band) and I worry about what those poor 12 year-olds are having to listen to. Boy bands are supposed to have up-tempo P!O!P! tunes and show off their rock-hard washboard abs whilst dancing on their knees and DON'T HAVE GIRLFRIENDS (let alone impregnate them) for five years so as not to alienate their fanbase. Sigh. I dream of creating my own group of wunderhunks. Still, D8's "Knockout" has, if nothing else, a totally kicking video clip and in the meantime I'm making do (sadly, not 'out') with Busted, who are to boy bands what Avril is to Dannii, but they do have fantastically perky pop-rocking singles, choreographed JUMPING UP AND DOWN WITH GUITARS routines, spiky bleached hair and one of the guys looks like Teenwolf. This is pleasing. What's also pleasing is the number of advertisements that are plastered on the streeetlamps in muh working hood. They read: "Hott young thangs wanted to become the saviours of pop," or something, and mention auditions scheduled for May 17. And suddenly THIS fragment of an idea is what I'm putting my pop musical faith in and somehow I know that by the end of the year, I'll be sitting in my room again, leaving the Interpol and the Vermont and The Miss Kitten records scattered deliberately around my stereo in a critically observed "she has great taste" way, but it will be their pop music that I'll be listening to on repeat for two months before discarding it for the next quick fix of musical hits from the Top of the Pops syringe. And so, with that in mind (and since I can't make it to Glasgow for the B+S shindig) I'm staying in London this weekend for the less credible, but oh - the anecdotes, of the aforementioned auditions, before grabbing my fedora and watching the spectacular Mr. JT. Oh-yeaahh. Realisation, I might want to think about re-applying for my indie cred. Might I just also add: JAPANESE! SWORD! FIGHTING! Is the coolest thing in the world. (Followed closely by my cracking new riding crop, which I have partly for memories sake and partly because carrying it and walking through town with a 'fuck off' expression makes me look saucy and really, if you happened to see on in a store, could YOU walk out without purchasing it? But, back to the ancient art of chopping people's heads off). It's so good it makes me want to crap my pants. And now I'm a swashbuckling pirate and a ninja and Westley from The Princess Bride all rolled into one. And now, now when ordinary folk might hear Struan sing "she put me on the ground with judo", I hear "she got revenge with batto-do." CONTENT! And, DON'T DOUBT IT! xx Miss Marianna ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 charismarisa at xxx.ca Tue May 13 18:01:53 2003 From: charismarisa at xxx.ca (marisa stroud) Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 13:01:53 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Sinister: 3 am in the burbs Message-ID: <20030513170153.23797.qmail@web9203.mail.yahoo.com> Hello my pretties. It's been ages. Come to think of it, I haven't posted since I got this new email account so this is in a way a second debut. Please excuse my voice, it's scratchy from the long winter. Yesterday all the trees started blooming and today I sang Joni Mitchell as loud as I could in the car. "A Case Of You", no less. How two years ago. I have this terrible habit of trying to relate songs to my life. Who was it that said that all the world's a stage and I'm the bloody star on it? Probably me. Anyway, this habit is all sweet and harmless until I start thinking about how cool it would be to break up and have all these great songs at my disposal to commiserate with. See, the boy and I, we're planning gardens for ten years from now, and Jay Fergueson's heartbreaking "Are You Giving Me Back My Love" on Sloan's latest album really doesn't belong. Christ, that man can sing a love-gone-wrong song to make you weep. But then I remember that time when we almost did break up, and it was all my fault. The icy-hand-around-the-heart thing doesn't fade much with time, does it? Luckily I've got "You Are My Joy" to pull me back from the brink. Even though I think the video with the kissing dolls is a touch on the creepy side, don't you? Listening to Arab Strap is also dangerous. All the smarmy bitterness of "My Favourite Muse" is darkly attractive, probably because of its blatant personal impossibility. I've got an ex, but we're unlikely to meet again due to geographical inconvenience and even more unlikely to shag due to it being kind of an icky idea to me at this point. All the same, I still (stupidly) kind of lust after the illicit thrill of having someone familiar but forbidden you could share a disappointing sexual experience with. But who needs an ex when you've got someone to sing "Here Comes The Sun" to you as you step off the plane? Not me. It's been a long cold lonely winter indeed here in Canadiashire. Still, the Beatles face stiff competition with the Lucksmiths. Hello, Australian Massive. I know I've never met any of you, but your countrymen have convinced me that you are all enormously clever and I can guarantee that the minute you open your mouths I'll have ridiculous adolescent-sized crushes on all of you. Girls too, prolly. As I said, ridiculous. But when I skip to "A Century of Elvis" I am reminded of my own lad's cute brogue. Later I'll get him to say "very", "fine, whatever", "maybe" and "berries" over the phone line for my amusement. I don't ask for much, just to have my bidding done, that's all. And also to have random words recited so I may giggle at the accentric pronunciations. So what is the point of all this? Self-indulgence? Mais bien sur. Isn't that what this list is all about? Okay, I've got content, too. And I'm not talking about the throwaway B&S reference above. Awhile ago (actually, kind of a long time ago, by now), Stacey (dahling) asked us what we thought about Sinister, about the friendships and relationships on and around the list. I didn't say anything because I didn't feel I had much to say. I've been here...oh, I don't know, about seven months, and I still feel like Mummy gave me my voice last week. The whole thing feels a bit...big, I guess. Bigger than my world, bigger than I have time to manage. And now that I have the absolute slowest dial-up imaginable for the next two months (while I'm here at home before I get out to Glasgow for a YEAR!) I have even less of an opportunity to figure it all out. My two attempts at #sinister were rather pathetic, especially as they represented my first and second times ever in a chat room. Sorry, guys. But I'm not trying to accuse anyone of coterieism or anything. I'm actually trying to pay the list a compliment. See, all the stuff I said up above, I don't really have anyone to say that to. Even the boy kind of gets it, but just kind of. I have not met any of you (although I hope to remedy that starting the second week of July or so) but I think that someone out there, in the 1500 or whatever number we're at now, will understand what I mean. Yes, it's silly, but it's *me*. We're all very different people from very different cultural and musical backgrounds, but I still feel like when I spam the list with this nonsense, someone will get it. I know I talked about the list, but really I was talking about you, Gentle Reader. Hope everyone has fun at the Winchester Birthday / Glasgow picnic / B&S gig and I'm insanely jealous I'll be missing it by barely two months. Meh. Honestly, didn't they get the memo about how the world revolves around me?? By the way, I recommend two braids for all the frizzy-haired concert-going sisters out there. Cute, and keeps the curls under control. Anyway. Night, kids. (thank fuck for that) marisa p.s. What happened to the Poetry Parrot, by the way? Hope he didn't get caught in the Bermuda Triangle. Terrible things happen, I suppose. Poor wee guy. ms ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 May 14 02:39:22 2003 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 01:39:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: it goes something like this In-Reply-To: <20030513170153.23797.qmail@web9203.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: I started to write something about how I've been feeling today, about a friend of mine that I haven't seen for a while who's in hospital, about what a bizarre day I've had, about people who sap the lifeforce out of you, about good intentions and misunderstandings, about what it's like once you step past that first threshold and realise you'll never be able to find your way back, no matter what...but then it dawned on me that wasn't going to do anyone any good, let alone me. So instead, here's an ink polaroid. My friend is lying on his hospital bed. He's in his regular clothes, denim mostly, no need for a hospital gown for this guy. He's looking pretty good. The eye patch suits him. He says if this is as bad as it gets then he'll be happy. it's not like he has a job that relies on his eyesight, I joke. We all laugh (his friend, an actor I think, has come to visit at the same time). Ah, he only needs one eye for what he does, my friend says. There are two more operations to go. The first one was a big success, so he's feeling optimistic. But he can't help think about what they say - there's five per cent chance. Still, there's a bigger risk when you have a caesarian. You don't want to get one of those, his mates says. We all laugh again. Loads of people have been round. The people he sees all the time. His day to day friends. That's cool. I don't feel that bad about finding out a week too late. Friendship is like that - you don't have to keep in constant contact to be a good friend. It's about being there when it counts. I turned off my computer as soon as I got the email and left the house. Went straight to the cafe. A man's got to eat. Then had a haircut. Then went to the HMS Belfast. Told you I had a strange day. Then to St Catherine's Dock, talking to my ex on my mobile. Then to the hospital. In the same square as The Italian Hospital. Nice front. Then into the ward. It's been a bit embarrassing really. The other day he had so many visitors they went down to the coffee lounge on the ground floor. Then to the park out front. Ended up in the pub. Like you always do with this lot. My friend had a coca cola, everyone else had a proper drink, lager, wine, whatever, It was like a big night out. They went for pizza afterwards. Must have been a place not too far away. It was fun - crazy really when you think about it. Eventually my friend had to go back to his hospital bed. Visiting hours were over. Everyone else just carried on drinking. And it occurs to me that this is a fine way to behave. I don't know why I feel the need to write this other than to say what you already know. Friendships are important. Friends doubly so. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 May 14 02:37:16 2003 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 01:37:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: it goes something like this In-Reply-To: <20030513170153.23797.qmail@web9203.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: I started to write something about how I've been feeling today, about a friend of mine that I haven't seen for a while who's in hospital, about what a bizarre day I've had, about people who sap the lifeforce out of you, about good intentions and misunderstandings, about what it's like once you step past that first threshold and realise you'll never be able to find your way back, no matter what...but then it dawned on me that wasn't going to do anyone any good, let alone me. So instead, here's an ink polaroid. My friend is lying on his hospital bed. He's in his regular clothes, denim mostly, no need for a hospital gown for this guy. He's looking pretty good. The eye patch suits him. He says if this is as bad as it gets then he'll be happy. it's not like he has a job that relies on his eyesight, I joke. We all laugh (his friend, an actor I think, has come to visit at the same time). Ah, he only needs one eye for what he does, my friend says. There are two more operations to go. The first one was a big success, so he's feeling optimistic. But he can't help think about what they say - there's five per cent chance. Still, there's a bigger risk when you have a caesarian. You don't want to get one of those, his mates says. We all laugh again. Loads of people have been round. The people he sees all the time. His day to day friends. That's cool. I don't feel that bad about finding out a week too late. Friendship is like that - you don't have to keep in constant contact to be a good friend. It's about being there when it counts. I turned off my computer as soon as I got the email and left the house. Went straight to the cafe. A man's got to eat. Then had a haircut. Then went to the HMS Belfast. Told you I had a strange day. Then to St Catherine's Dock, talking to my ex on my mobile. Then to the hospital. In the same square as The Italian Hospital. Nice front. Then into the ward. It's been a bit embarrassing really. The other day he had so many visitors they went down to the coffee lounge on the ground floor. Then to the park out front. Ended up in the pub. Like you always do with this lot. My friend had a coca cola, everyone else had a proper drink, lager, wine, whatever, It was like a big night out. They went for pizza afterwards. Must have been a place not too far away. It was fun - crazy really when you think about it. Eventually my friend had to go back to his hospital bed. Visiting hours were over. Everyone else just carried on drinking. And it occurs to me that this is a fine way to behave. I don't know why I feel the need to write this other than to say what you already know. Friendships are important. Friends doubly so. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 dahling007 at xxx.com Wed May 14 12:01:39 2003 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 11:01:39 +0000 Subject: Sinister: bumbastic Message-ID: I must say, all this talk about Glasgow picnic fashion has begun to get me quite excited about the weekend. Not only will it be a belle and sebastian extravaganza, but it's my dear Richard's 21st birthday and what better gift than b&s? And a framed photo of me of course. So many people are flocking here from every which way and... and... that's exciting. Yes. (Please excuse my inability to form sentences. I've been studying law non stop. Eeps.) As for fashion... for those of you who will be here both Friday and Saturday, use Friday as your dress-to-the-nines night. Winchester club. Go schwanky. Go chic. Wear your best, most uncomfortable dancing shoes. Picnic begs for comfort wear. Not only must you have room in your trousers for food expansion, but even more importantly, DRINK expansion. Since that's clearly what sinister picnics do best - promote drink. How else will shy boys and girls come out of their shells? Plus, what if you must unexpectantly deal with a river? Or other mud? Or impromptu football games? And just cos you're a girl does not mean you're automatically exempt from any of these activities. Erm. I've waffled on about this for way too long. For those of you who aren't fortunate enough to be near enough to attend any of the activities, may I suggest you get together with a friend and have your own b&s extravaganza? It's the only thing that got me by when I was stuck in far flung unfriendly places. Now I'm a spoiled b&s brat. But I still sympathize. I'd be flinging venomous spittle in the direction of anyone lucky enough to be attending big gigs and picnics and... grrrr. I called te Guardian yesterday. It was scary. I was shaking. Are you proud? I'm hungry. I'll let you be. Bye -stacey _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Wed May 14 02:35:50 2003 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 01:35:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: it goes something like this In-Reply-To: <20030513170153.23797.qmail@web9203.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: I started to write something about how I've been feeling today, about a friend of mine that I haven't seen for a while who's in hospital, about what a bizarre day I've had, about people who sap the lifeforce out of you, about good intentions and misunderstandings, about what it's like once you step past that first threshold and realise you'll never be able to find your way back, no matter what...but then it dawned on me that wasn't going to do anyone any good, let alone me. So instead, here's an ink polaroid. My friend is lying on his hospital bed. He's in his regular clothes, denim mostly, no need for a hospital gown for this guy. He's looking pretty good. The eye patch suits him. He says if this is as bad as it gets then he'll be happy. it's not like he has a job that relies on his eyesight, I joke. We all laugh (his friend, an actor I think, has come to visit at the same time). Ah, he only needs one eye for what he does, my friend says. There are two more operations to go. The first one was a big success, so he's feeling optimistic. But he can't help think about what they say - there's five per cent chance. Still, there's a bigger risk when you have a caesarian. You don't want to get one of those, his mates says. We all laugh again. Loads of people have been round. The people he sees all the time. His day to day friends. That's cool. I don't feel that bad about finding out a week too late. Friendship is like that - you don't have to keep in constant contact to be a good friend. It's about being there when it counts. I turned off my computer as soon as I got the email and left the house. Went straight to the cafe. A man's got to eat. Then had a haircut. Then went to the HMS Belfast. Told you I had a strange day. Then to St Catherine's Dock, talking to my ex on my mobile. Then to the hospital. In the same square as The Italian Hospital. Nice front. Then into the ward. It's been a bit embarrassing really. The other day he had so many visitors they went down to the coffee lounge on the ground floor. Then to the park out front. Ended up in the pub. Like you always do with this lot. My friend had a coca cola, everyone else had a proper drink, lager, wine, whatever, It was like a big night out. They went for pizza afterwards. Must have been a place not too far away. It was fun - crazy really when you think about it. Eventually my friend had to go back to his hospital bed. Visiting hours were over. Everyone else just carried on drinking. And it occurs to me that this is a fine way to behave. I don't know why I feel the need to write this other than to say what you already know. Friendships are important. Friends doubly so. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 May 15 13:26:54 2003 From: paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com (Paulo Stinsoni) Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 12:26:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Hand in hand with the electronic renaissance is the way to go, yeah. Message-ID: Hello my pretties, Well this weekend sees my first ever B&S gig. It takes me back y'know (the old man relaxes in his rocking chair and bites comfortingly on his pipe) I remember my first gig. It was Depeche Mode at Whitley Bay ice rink. It's true, no blasphemous rumours from me. Anyway, I also remember a post about after gig activities on Saturday (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/latest-date.html), and although Matthew didn't like my suggestion, I thought I'd share it with the group. This Saturday Chris, Aaron, and Julian Liberator are all playing at something called "Mad Dog" in Glsagow. Now I know it's dirty acid techno they'll be playing, but in the past dance and indie have gone hand in hand (like Happy Mondays, Stone Roses, Soup Dragons etc.) I realise all this new Garridge stuff is completely useless and the fans of it are gun crazed loon-monkeys, but in the old rave days (daze), when the music was pounding ands not twiddly crap, the people were lovely, you'd find a new friend every time, and if you smiled at any stranger they'd smile back and be nice. Hopefully this "Mad Dog" thing will be just like that, because me and Theresa Lovely will be there after the gig. So, is anyone else going? It would broaden your horizons if you haven't been before, and if you've danced all night to chest pounding silliness before, then lets try it again, only together Here's a link http://www.club-mad-dog.demon.co.uk/event.htm Also, what's the club like? Love to you all Paul PS http://www.bubbyworld.com/waaah/bull2-0.htm (I'm the one in the Dougal T shirt) _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? Protect them better with MSN 8 http://join.msn.com/?page=features/parental&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=186&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 languagecreep at xxx.com Thu May 15 14:55:11 2003 From: languagecreep at xxx.com (Today I am content to sit here with you in silence) Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 09:55:11 -0400 Subject: Sinister: It doesn't matter, what I'm thinkin, what I tell myself to do, I end up Colin Message-ID: Oh it's you or rather oh it's me. It's been a while sinister. How've you been? Me, I've been getting on. Another year of school over and done. Only this time I won't go home. My mother calls every once in a while to pick me apart, so I lied to her and said I'd found someone to help me move into summer housing and she didn't have to come up. I moved all by myself up some massive stairs with great heavy boxes that left cuts in my arms. It took six hours. When I woke up dreadfully sore the next day and the day after that I thought "This pain in my muscles is the price of my pride." I felt rather good about it. I don't have a kitchen here so I'm sitting here writing to you while eating what has become my typical breakfast, a sampling of my massive collection of pocky. Technically I can say I've had strawberries, milk, and coffee, but they're only flavors of pocky. Between working and taking a summer class, I eat about a meal a day. At least maybe that means the calls from my mother won't include a section about how I look chubby, as if she could tell from two hours away. So I was trying to download Eggstone songs, when I happened upon Hideki Kaji, cause he's got a song called Eggstone. Now I think he's lovely, full of happy poppy songs, which is good for summer. Does anyone know the name of the band who sing American Friend? I'm trying to get the song but it keeps giving me the grateful dead like I'm some kind of hippy or something. I am in love with a certain boy, he's a simple person, not as young as he looks. Really. He's also painfully shy. I basically gave myself a mental smack upside the head and got over being so scared of boys, to a degree anyway. Enough to not just sit back. For the first time in my life I'm pursuing someone. I've been wondering if it's just us kids, our generation, or if people have always been terrified of loving each other. At least I'll always love you sinister, no matter what you do I'd spoon with you Kara www2.bc.edu/~brielman _________________________________________________________________ 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 michael at xxx.org Thu May 15 21:25:27 2003 From: michael at xxx.org (Michael Vance) Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 13:25:27 -0700 Subject: Sinister: B&S News Message-ID: <5DD2FDCC-8713-11D7-825D-000393827B88@infinite-monkeys.org> Written in the inimitable style of cranky Pitchfork contributors: http://pitchforkmedia.com/news/03-05/15.shtml#story2 m. -- "I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said 'it's gruesome that someone so handsome should care'" -- The Smiths, This Charming Man +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 chris_t_opher at xxx.com Fri May 16 02:24:06 2003 From: chris_t_opher at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?chris=5Ft=5Fopher?=) Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 02:24:06 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: death ghost ooh the disco Message-ID: <20030516012406.22527.qmail@web10906.mail.yahoo.com> people: how come stuart actually sounds scottish when hes singing 'pocketbook angel' (listen to "books" and "looks") and yet he doesnt at all now? it must have been a conscious decision. or are there lots of recent b&s songs where you can tell hes scottish? almost similarly (but not quite), the felt album 'me and a monkey on the moon' has a track called 'free'. the first few notes are pure unadulterated b&s. download it and see. i love how some (particularly american) politicians can look smug as they talk about war and death. boring old blair always puts on his sombre voice and straight face whenever he does it – his seriousness is losing him popularity, i reckon. id love to live in a country where some jolly chocolate-eating fat man is the leader and he always smiles and chuckles as he informs his people of natural disasters etc. like something from a bank holiday film but with a surreal twist. manchester continues to burrow deep back into the heart of me. last friday was a night of irish (non)dancing, the worst £5 buffet ever, simian (the band) in a dark pub and then a stop-off at 'love on the march', manchester's irregular b&s night. sorry to any mancunian lurkers who were there, i think i took up more of the dance floor than is allowed - i wore strange shoes. and no, ken, they werent extra-long clown shoes. i shall be one of the few (it seems) not participating in the weekend's leisure activities in glasgow. instead, i shall be juggling revision (thats "study for exams" for our american friends) for my forthcoming four weeks of hell. random sentence im reading right now: "a negative feedback loop makes for much more stable systems". well, duh! good luck to everyone else surrounded by pro-plus, biscuits, vitamin pills and piles of notes. cos you are either a student or living your life very strangely indeed. finally, if youre one of those people who goes to a quiet gig then stands around near-shouting at your friends, please stop it. its not a very nice thing to do. it happens a lot in manchester but i havent been elsewhere enough to decide whether its worse here or not. speaking of which, the hidden cameras *and* mogwai are both bypassing this place (must be the water...) on their respective tours. if they werent so goddam good, id consider boycotting both from now on. any distraction will do, c. ps. for anyone not familiar with it, the aptly-named dosomethingpretty.com is a great website. several sinisters and sinister-relatives write for it so go have a look. __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon May 19 05:25:37 2003 From: sullen_ozma at xxx.com (Allison .) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 00:25:37 -0400 Subject: Sinister: ---do you see me? Message-ID: LIE TO ME Hi, here is the part of my email where, "It's been a bit since I posted last." For whatever reason. I think it's partly because I was horribly disappointed to find that I didn't receive my half for the Valentine's Day Gift-Giving Extravaganza. But it's alright...that's the way my life works. In general. [[aww, group sigh? anyone? no? ...Yeah, I wouldn't either.]] AND ANYONE WHO TRIED TO DENY YOU, MUST BE OUT OF THEIR MIND This boy, who I would have to say is my bestest male companion at university is trying to get back together with his ex-girlfriend. I wish happiness for all my friends, but it seems this isn't meant to be. I tried to suggest listening to some B&S for inspiration, but he wasn't grabbing ahold to the idea all so well. OYSTER GIRL I walked into a seafood restaurant my friend lives above the other day and they were playing B&S [[If You're Feeling Sinister Album if you were wondering]]. Look how much content I have! Look! LOOK! I realize I never have anything to say, but do any of us? Oh wait, that's probably too pretentious of me. --moi p.s. University is slowly hurting me to the point where I doubt I am cut out for this place. Working harder doesn't pay off, and neither does changing my life plans. Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying....has never applied so much. _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kittypower6 at xxx.com Mon May 19 04:31:12 2003 From: kittypower6 at xxx.com (Alyson Snowball) Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 22:31:12 -0500 Subject: Sinister: let me hold you tight like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day Message-ID: dear sinister, how are you? me, i'm all right. it's been a while since i last posted. i can't even remember when i posted last. . .oh right, it was my feeble attempt at organizing a texas meetup. *blushes* sorry, y'all. since i last posted, i've had my heart broken thrice, lost 40 pounds, gotten a tattoo (hello kitty on my chest!), figured out what sort of career i want, taken a road trip to vegas, and discovered the joy of chocolate martinis. not necessarily in that order. i've been reading everything you all have been writing, and it's good to see that while my life is changing so much, the list still goes on. i like that about you, sinister. i recently added my journal to retro^sec's blog list! i'm so excited. my journal isn't anything special, i'm no blog superstar or anything. just between us, i'm still hopefully waiting for some shy sinister-type boy to come across my journal, write me a little note, he'll ask to meet me at spider house, we'll meet and instantly fall in love and together we will rule the school. . . *sigh* oh, wait. where was i? yes, the pocketbook angels blog list. it's a wonderful thing. i'm so jealous of all you that get to see the band soon. i hope you have fun! love, alyson +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon May 19 06:44:52 2003 From: bulkdavid at xxx.com (David Hewitt) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 15:44:52 +1000 Subject: Sinister: obey my dog Message-ID: G'day Sinister. It's been a while. Sorry about that. In less than a fortnight now, I'm going to marry a girl I met thanks to these wonderful pink pages. She used to live on almost exactly the opposite side of the world, but now, several round-the-world tickets, wracked nerves, terrifying phone bills and so on later, we now both live together in a third place. What's perhaps most strange about this turn of events is exactly how strange it isn't, round these parts. Frankly, I find it harder to understand how our parents' generation ever found people to be compatible with in their own little cities and towns, and immediate circles of friends. It's not that I'm difficult to please (though I probably am), but some of us have to travel far and wide in search of someone that can tolerate us for any amount of time. And having (mostly) compatible record collections counts for a bit more than having similar post codes, I reckon. Actually, I won't try to rationalise it any further. Frankly, I blame Honey. I only wanted to find out about this Scottish band I was warming to, honest. I didn't expect to find this remarkable little village that's somehow been smeared and spread out rather inconveniently across most of the planet. Among the many and varied things that go along with having a wedding comes an issue with which you can perhaps render some assistance. The music. Pretty much anything by Belle and Sebastian is out of the question for a wedding, in spite of its obvious significance. (Don't believe me? How about: The Wrong Girl? Seeing Other People? Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying? The Boy Done Wrong Again? I'm Waking Up To Us? Fuck This Shit? I Don't Love Anyone?) But going through my records, most of them consist of some bloke whining about some girl that's broken his heart, or some other girl that he can't have, or something similar. Dump me, and I'm knee deep in wonderful wallowing music. Marry me, though, and I'm completely flummoxed. Musically, at least. I don't know what it says about me as a person that I've given some thought to what I want played at my funeral (Ray Parker Jr's 'Ghostbusters', obviously), but none at all about what I'd like to play at my wedding. So please, suggest away. In other news, I managed to actually meet some Australian listees, in Australia, no less. I'd met some of the Australian ex-pats before, but it was great to actually meet people on home turf for once. It turns out that my good mate's new flatmate is ex-Sinister, and he's even on the people page. He's also a New Yorker (as is the missus), and the subject of a story not entirely lacking in similarities to our own. We've also had the pleasure of meeting up on a couple of occasions with the remarkable Miss Trixie Firecracker, initially completely by chance. Which was wonderful, obviously. Sometimes being on Sinister feels like being in the Mafia. If only we were a bit tougher, we could really start getting things done. Oh, and we also had the chance to raise a wrist with Jim, who's apparently the list's longest lurker. Which is a strange sort of celebrity, if you think about it. Being famous for being absent from something the longest. Still, if we mention him now and again, perhaps his legend will grow. G'day Jim! Sorry, that got rather long. Give me a break, I haven't posted for ages. Next time I'll be briefer, more interesting and less self-centred, okay? That'll do for now, though. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David (formerly St. Ankin of Cooter) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 May 19 15:23:09 2003 From: paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com (Paulo Stinsoni) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 14:23:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Anyone? Message-ID: Woo Haaa! I was there! The gig was lovely. I could stop laughing at "Dirty Dream" and shouting out the words. Oh I was so happy. Ah well AND I kept looking around at people's badges, but only saw one that was upside down. It was a "The Beat" badge, but it was a mistake. The girl was pleased to be thought of as part of a secret society, but she just wasn't Sinister. I had my "Fat Tulips" badge on full display to all, and kept peering at people's chests to see if their badges (not their breasts) were upturned or not. I missed you all. Anyway, all was not lost. The techno afterwards was super too. I haven't danced so much since I was a wee bairn (I've been talking Scottish since I returned from Glasgow) and I went safely to bed for 4:30. Oh it was wonderful, wasn't it kids? David Hewitt - if you want a wedding B&S song for a wedding, go for Mayfly. I've been through this exercise, and Mayfly was suggested to me cos I know what those B&S chaps are like with their dickslaps and their dreams of horses. Check it: http://www.missprint.org/cgi-bin/anylistsearch.cgi?query=wedding&list=sinister&smode=Phrase Right see you all next time Hope so anyway P. _________________________________________________________________ On the move? 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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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Mon May 19 20:30:51 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 12:30:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: goldfinger Message-ID: <20030519193051.75985.qmail@web40613.mail.yahoo.com> hi everyone. i apologise, in advance, of the millions of type-o's that will grace this email. i did something to the mac....i got the "flashing question mark." you mac users know the one i mean. i don't have any of my start up disks here so i have to type on the pc laptop at work. grr. so how is everyone? i'm.....okay? thursday night was tough. i cried for about 4 hours and woke up on friday morning with my eyes swollen shut. i arrived at work where my boss kept asking why my eyes were all puffy. thank god i have allergies, i just blamed those. saturday morning i did a 3 mile charity walk for celiacs. it was a glorious morning and i was finished in just under an hour. then, at the post walk raffle, i had 2 winning tickets. since i don't have much specific use for hundreds of dollars worth of gluten- free food, i gave it to the family that i work for. the rest of saturday i did fuck all. i watched....i don't remember really. yesterday (sunday) i spent a couple of hours at the cemetery. the first hour and a half i was wandering around trying to find my dad's grave....my grandfather and brother are buried there as well...i haven't been there since...christmas time. when i finally found the site, i found that i was ill prepared. i s'pose it would make sense that the grass hasn't grown in or anything, i just wasn't prepared to see it. there it was, a patchy bit of ground with freshly laid sod atop a mound of dirt. it really upset me. i thought i would get upset there, but also, for some reason, never considered that the ground wouldn't be settled yet. after that i just hung round my house. i watched a dvd documentary on Muhammed, then I watched the Big Chill before getting addicted to the finale of The Bachelor, with my sister and brother in law. i don't why i was so hooked on it last night...i think that the bachelor himself is a total dork, and not in a good way. the one girl from chicago seemed nice and reasonably intelligent (though i would have to wonder what a seemingly nice and reasonably intelligent girl is doing on that show) and the other girl was so,like, stupid, or whatever. each time she spoke i could hear a thousand english professors rolling round in their graves. my uncle jim left me a message last night. i called him a few days ago to discuss the state that i am in. he is a lawyer and, i'm sure, will be of great help in sussing out what i should do regarding my financial situation. oh well. what else? ah, the gig was this weekend, yeah? do tell of the meet ups and all. i am fairly certain that my jinnifer was going...and i would imagine that brian mcneill would be in attendance? hopefully you all had a lovely time. i hope you didn't miss me too much. a propos of nothing (or apprepeaux, hee hee jinnifer), white house press secretary ari fleicher announced his resignation today. he is the only bush-esque guy i liked. i wouldn't say i fancied him per se, i just love to listen to him. he is just so articulate. i wish i were that articulate. i apologise in advance for mark casaroto getting his knickers twisted....i'm sure the above makes me sound all right-wing. so i shall bid you all farewell... love and guacamole to you all...well, most of you :o) ~stine ps.......ash are here tomorrow....i think i may go. tim wheeler...yummy :oP __________________________________ 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 e.brasure at xxx.uk Mon May 19 21:12:22 2003 From: e.brasure at xxx.uk (Eric Brasure) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 21:12:22 +0100 Subject: Sinister: First gear, it's all right. References: Message-ID: <000701c31e42$f560ea30$73bede8b@joshua> Dearest Sinister, Congratulations and such to David from Australia on his impending marriage. Whenever I try to contemplate marriage, my mind refuses to help and instead I end up passed out on the floor. Sometimes there's even a small puddle of vomit. I don't understand how my parents managed to get married at the age of 20. I'm nearly 23 and the thought of being married is enough to make me want to go hide in the closet until the thought goes away. I'm just lucky that I have a couple of spinsterish friends that I can live with. We'll have a grand time filling our apartment with 20 year old copies of Glamour magazine and old Charleston Chew wrappers. I cut myself shaving today, too. It was so bad I took a small chunk of flesh from the underside of my cheek; it bled for nearly two hours. Now I'm going to grow one of those fantastic beards that all the kids have, like ZZ Top. V. excited about the impending DVD release. Not v. excited by my impending dissertation. Yours, Eric +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kmhyde at xxx.edu Mon May 19 21:02:20 2003 From: kmhyde at xxx.edu (Kevin Hyde) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 16:02:20 -0400 Subject: Sinister: bitchfork versus B&S Message-ID: <007201c31e41$8e6754f0$ac72ef80@wm.edu> Hi Sinister, Well, in reference to the subject line, I thought that the news story Pitchfork (www.pitchforkmedia.com) posted the other week was just a tiny bit antagonistic. Basically saying that Belle and Sebastian were starting to lose it, which vaguely reminded me of Sick Boy's tirade against Lou Reed et al. when he and Renton are in the park shooting the BB gun. I'm sure the new album will be at least the equal of 'boy with the marital aid', if not better. Also, super-content-wise, I suddenly, on I-95 South (which road reminds me constantly why I forewent obtaining my license until 21), while listening to 'Like Dylan in the Movies' remembered something B&S related that one of my best friends had told me years ago. His girlfriend had broken up with him, for reasons she summarized as 'you make me feel intellectually inferior', and it was kind of an acrid break-up, etc. My friend, during the penultimate encounter he and his ex had before she went off to England (!), answered the question "How do you feel about all this?", with those lines from the song- "well you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain,...." which strikes me as being horribly romantic and great. And then I thought about how my own parting shots w/ex-girlfriends usually take the form of something like: "No, *YOU'RE* a self-absorbed bastard." And it seems like my friend's method is just a tad better. There's been some recent and almost covert mention of cankles on the list. I like the way random topics seem to spiral down through the Sinister ranks, much like, um, a double helix of chocolate peanuts through a half-gallon of Rocky Road ice cream. There you go, exactly like that. Add another incomprehensible simile to my list. Has anyone else heard of this David Amsden kid (he's 23) who is supposed to be the voice of our generation? (those of us who are around, say, 19 - 25 or so) He's written a book called "Important things that Don't Matter", which looks, on quick inspection, to be one of those semi-autobiographical memoir-y things. What generation are we exactly- is it still referred to as Generation Y? I think that's pretty much the most disgusting thing ever, for no reason especially. It would be nice if there were a more unique name though- why not call our generation 'Todd', or something sexy like 'Beautone'? As it is, we're just derivative of Gen X'ers, which makes me feel slightly dirty and odd. And plus, if anyone ever wants to know anything about libraries and what will be their downfall or salvation, Mr. Kieran Devaney (to whom I owe a good email) can very entertainingly enlighten you. I promise. All right. Time to get back to work, which means: pants off. 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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 jk151 at xxx.uk Mon May 19 21:56:57 2003 From: jk151 at xxx.uk (Jennifer Knutsson) Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 21:56:57 +0100 Subject: Sinister: what I did at the weekend Message-ID: <000201c31e49$30078170$a8842090@csrv.ad.york.ac.uk> Hello Hmm, I don't want to be responsible for reporting back but I thought I'd give a little summary of my first big sinister meet-up/first ever b&s gig in case there are lurkers who are too frightened to post/go to meet-ups/be in the presence of "the band". It all started off very well, we went to catch a bus to the train station and it was a tiny old-fashioned one, the ticket machine was like one of those sixties tills with metallic push buttons and no screen. The driver even knew the other people who were taking the bus. The only thing to shatter the illusion of actually having been transported back a few decades was the two little boys playing with the ringtones on their mum's mobile at the back of the bus. Their favourite seemed to be Merry Christmas. We caught the train, it was a bit busy but we spread out our reading materials (private eye, smash hits and the independent if you are interested) across our table so we had plenty of leg-room. We had figured that the train journey up from York might be a little dull so we had bought some cans of extra strong cider for the train. It tasted surprisingly good and brought back many pleasant memories of underage drinking and generally hanging about. So, not being the hardcore drinkers we could be, by the time we got to Glasgow James and I were a little tipsy. Obviously the best thing for our host to do was take us straight to the Bier Halle for some pizza and beer fun. James had budvar and I had this lovely peach thingy which tasted a bit like archers but in beer form. Mmmmm. So eventually we got to my friend's house and we got ready for our big night on the town. We went to the QM union for Cheesy Pop (it does exactly what it says on the tin) and did some merry dancing with the occasional 90p vodka +mix. I think you can see where this is going. Around 1am we rolled into the woodside social (venue of sinister meet-up #1) and you could say we were a little drunk. I was less nervous than I might have been, having quite a bit of alcohol in my system, so when James began introducing me to listees that he knew I got a bit overexcited and I may have proclaimed a couple of random non-sinisterines to be celebrities, much to their confusion. But I did also get a to meet a few stars and wow them with my charm and wit. Or maybe I said "ohmigod its carsmile steve!!" and then grinned, incapable of starting a conversation. Ditto Stefano, Ken Chu etc etc... I don't know whether I will actually post this as I'm blushing even as I type. So once the shameful bit was over, I had a bit of a dance and managed to fall over twice on the overly slipply floor by the bar *yes that was ME, now you are all beginning to remember who I am* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning wasn't pretty. All that booze and excitement left me at less than my pubnicking best, so our departure was delayed by about 3 hours. Eventually we set off for the park/The Tap, but due to a diabolical sense of direction from our host (a glasgow resident of 2 years) and a less then perfect memory of his last visit from James, we got there extremely late and were too ashamed to strike up conversations with the others. So we had our tea and left. But not to worry, we still had the gig to go to!! I've gone on for ages so I won't give a big review of the gig *the last few people still reading turn away from their computers in disgust* but needless to say, B&S were fantastic... Seeing other people was a gem as was the new one that Stevie sang involving us finger-clicking along. Plus Stuart's silver trousers were a sight to behold. Also worth a mention was the performance from Delgados, they played a lovely set with lots of stuff from "Hate"... All very dramatic and affecting I thought. Afterwards I gather that a lot of people went to the Art School for more dancing and drinking but me and James were exhausted so we went home to bed. Clearly I'm just not as hardcore as you lot... All I wanted was a cup of tea! The next day we got up late, listened to some Take That and then went for our train... Four hours and 3 trains later we were home. In all, a knackering weekend, but very exciting and fun. Definitely recommended to people who like to hide in the woodwork, the sinister lot really are a very nice bunch, although I'd recommend consuming slightly less alcohol than I did in preparation for your first big meeting. Hello and my apologies to everyone that I met/fell over near, also hi to Stine who I know would have loved to have been there (you missed out on some beautiful scottish accents... Yum) Good night, Love Jinnifer Xxx PS - for those of you in Scotland who didn't make it to the gig it will apparently be on scottish tv on Friday 23rd... 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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 lucyalder at xxx.com Tue May 20 09:49:37 2003 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 09:49:37 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Reporting Back Message-ID: <20030520084937.13798.qmail@web14207.mail.yahoo.com> Dear Sinister I was so cream-crackered on Sunday night that I went to sleep at 8.30pm. Why? Need you ask? My weekend began when I dashed out of the office at one o’clock and bussed into town to try to find something to wear. After three hours, I’d only purchased the Hidden Cameras album, which has its uses, but doesn’t cover much, especially on me. So I wore the same clothes I’ve worn to the Winchester half a dozen times before – white v-neck, cap-sleeved top with navy and red stripes, denim skirt and red mary janes. I did my make-up when I got there because I was in such a rush, then set about icing the 94 fairy cakes I had made for the occasion (94!) Gav had also made a stupendous sponge cake and brought balloons, so at 9pm sharp, we opened the doors and started celebrating. And lots of people came! This is a list of Sinisterines I saw over the weekend, because I can’t remember which bits they came to and which bits they didn’t: HONEY AND LINDA, Ally Cook, Gav and Sarah, Carey Lander, Mark Casarotto, Ailsa Watson (nee Ross), Nick Dastoor, Robin Stout, Elaine, Sally and David Moore, Nal, James Thorniley, Stefano and Sunnyset, Lindsay, the Ginger Fox, the Pinefox, Stevie T, Jim Purple Trousers, Mr & Mrs Carsmile Steve, Ken Chu, Jo and Ian, Michael Grant, Kristin and Mark, LisawhoboughtStruan’scar and friend x, Mistopher Chris and Missipher Julia, Keith, Big Stu, Stacey and Richard, Joss and Dudley of course um, I think I’ve run out of steam there. The bands were great. Language of Flowers prompted energetic dancing from two young gentlemen and there was a kind of stage diving from the Dudley Corporation (I like to see imaginative use of space). But these bands aren’t *really* what you want to hear about, are they? OK, let’s move on to the picnic and THEN you can have your content. The picnic didn’t happen. I got to Kelvinbridge station at exactly the time God decided to spend a penny all over Glasgow. So we went to the pub, which was quite handy, because the FA Cup Final was on. Meg supported Arsenal, the rest of us didn’t. She won, but we got to laugh at Thierry Henry’s diving skeez. We ate, we drank, we were amazed by a person who looked like a Columbian drug runner and an old man who appeared to be using a giant syringe to inject himself with coca cola, then I had to go home and get the tickets, which I’d forgotten to bring out with me, but it did give me a chance to shower, change and redo my face and hair, avoiding the need to wriggle about in a pokey toilet cubicle. Then I went to the gig. The Delgados were great, Mull Historical Society were ignored in favour of the bar, Karen Dunbar was truly hideous. Then, on comes Stevie, sharp suited and bespectacled, wielding a harmonica. And this is a list of what they played: Fuck This Shit (Struan waits backstage and Makes An Entrance at the end, to cheers, presumably because the SILVER TROUSERS ARE BACK!) Dirty Dream #2 (During which I realise that the boom is going to be swinging over our heads for the entirety of the gig and that this could get a bit annoying) If You Find Yourself Caught In Love Roy Walker (fingerclicks supplied by audience) Seeing Other People Like Dylan In The Movies (featured a more acousticky introduction, which I quite liked) Travellin' Light Step Into My Office, Baby (doesn’t half sound like Good Vibrations) Don't Leave The Light On Baby (Stefano and I clapped in the wrong place – oops) Dog On Wheels The Boy With The Arab Strap I'm A Cuckoo Sleep The Clock Around Encore: Judy And The Dream Of Horses (before which the band spends approximately ten minutes – no exaggeration – trying to remember how to play the darn song in the first place. Tsk.) During two songs, the onstage cameraman managed to walk backwards into a keyboard and accidentally play it with his arse (insert comment about it being a shame we never got to see Isobel play the piano with her arse which, surely, would have been magnificent). Um, what else? Richard still has a beard. I can’t remember anything else. After the gig, I told everyone to go to the Art School, then ended up back at Ally’s flat, for which I apologise. The next day, I saw Mark, Sally and Paul onto their train and then did culcher with Mr & Mrs Moore. We were suitably twee (argh! That word!) and looked at an exhibition of illustrations from Ladybird books. Then we ate Cornish pasties, then I said goodbye, then I went home and fell into bed at 8.30pm. Which brings me full circle. Which means it’s time to stop writing. 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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 therapy.services at xxx.org Tue May 20 09:50:08 2003 From: therapy.services at xxx.org (therapy.services at xxx.org) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 09:50:08 +0100 Subject: Sinister: The University of Justin Message-ID: Courtesy of the "Win a Phone" competition from the ever-fabulous Popworld. Who Invented the Telephone? a) Bell and Sebastian b) . Ho ho ho. Did you hear? Belle and Sebastian played over the weekend. You wouldn't know it from the LACK OF GIG REPORTING BACK. Still, I bet it was great. I bet they played a bunch of old classics and a few newbies. I bet Stevie looked hott. I bet they larked about on stage and I bed Stuart did his little laugh which is just, so. But I'd like to move it move it along now to some serious reporting back of that other great concert of the weekend It is such a great thing to go to a concert where the fans really make an effort to scream and clap and dance and HAVE FUN and do things like making banners and sticking the letter J to your chest, and U, S, T, I, N to your mates' racks. Where people FAINT because they're so excited. Where Spencer from Eastenders gets mobbed by people because, well, because "It's not Justin but he's famous so he must have touched him so let's kiss him!". Where there is a seemingly endless Mexican wave that lasts - I kid you not - for five minutes. I haven't been to a gigantic pop concert since my days as Take That groupie, and I can't tell you how great it felt to be back. Or rather, I can. The Timberlake spectacular was the rockingest popalicious groove of a performance complete with flaming balls of fire! A five-minute Justin beatbox free-for-all! Fireworks! Amazing visuals! Old School Tunage!* Gravity defying dance moves! Justin playing guitar!** Props must also got to he boy for turning "Cry Me A River" into an echoey gospel slice of genius and "Like I Love You" was so wonderful /I/ almost fainted from the goodness. Oh, and let me just mention, I've heard Justin say "DRUMS!" live. The finest pop moment EVER and I get to hear it from the man himself. Swoon, swoon, swoon. Hoop Earring Girl: There were loads of guys there! I couldn't believe it. And they knew all the lyrics - what's all that about? They must be gay. I'd be a gayyer for Justin. Frankly, I agree for it was very hard not to get down and go all Salt 'n' Pepa over the phwoarness of Justin that night. Aside from sporting an awful, awful black hip-hop wannabe tracksuit for a brief moment, he looked totally hunkalicious and even wore a hipster arm sock at one point and oh my god - MULTIPLE FEDORAS! Again with the yayness. Next week: Marianna goes all ghetto on yo' ass when she watches Princess Superstar do her thang. This week I've also been basking in another pre-pubescent pastime. And yes, I realise that most of you are all "that is so lame and boring", but having grown up in a country that's prone to bush fires and thus banned them, having fireworks go off in your own backyard is totally sweet. And it's even better when you're watching it whilst eating canapés and sipping on your 'nth glass of champagne. Oh yes, I've moved from the frighteningly loud man in a fishnet vest locale to posh North London and have shiny new fun housemates. Which has led to the busy-ness of meeting all the passer-bys and dropper-ins and have been repeatedly answering the "so, who are you?" question which would invariably lead to me flashing my passport as proof that yes, despite the accent, I /am/ Australian. Of course it was only later when, staring into my gin martini in some random Soho bar that I asked (not entirely un-Zoolander like), "Who am I?" Or rather, "How best to answer that inevitable question that follows on from introductions?" And I thought, presently, I shall answer it with "I am someone not to be trifled with!" together with some vague declaration that I'm a mixture of Spaced's Daisy Steiner, Sex and the City's Charlotte and The Basic Eight's Natasha. Although, plausibly, that could be an incorrect description but it's one that I'm at least trying to emulate AND I have the vampy vintage shoe zippo, ribbon headbands and insane ideas and adventures to prove it. Of course, now I've realised I've picked up the bug of self-awareness. Shit. Relevance to come post-haste. xx Miss Marianna * Old School N'Sync tunage that is - "Girlfriend" ** I know, who would have thought? It smacks of Jason Orange to me, but who cares when he wiggles his ass like /that/? ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 another_late_night at xxx.com Tue May 20 10:03:47 2003 From: another_late_night at xxx.com (Ian porter) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 10:03:47 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Aww...Stuart, you shouldnae huv. Message-ID: *ahem* I love Stuart Murdoch's Shiny Shiny Disco-Magic Tinfoil Love-Troosers. That is all. _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. 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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 retrosec at xxx.uk Tue May 20 19:20:21 2003 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 19:20:21 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: my post will go on... Message-ID: <20030520182021.14992.qmail@web13114.mail.yahoo.com> Good day, sinister. Don't you just love Parklife by Blur? I know I do. Today I woke up at 7:30. I had originally set my alarm clock for 6:45, as I thought I may need to wash my hair. When the alarm clock went off at 6:45, I got up, checked my hair, checked to see if it was brushable using a round brush, and realising that it was, I went back to bed. The alarm clock went off exactly 9 minutes later. Why oh why do alarm clocks go off nine minutes later once you’ve hit snooze? What’s wrong with a nice round 10? Well, I decided I wasn’t going to bother trying to catch the early train, at 7:43, as I did that for the whole of last week. Oh crazy life. I realised, when I checked the clock on my mobile phone, which my alarm clock is exactly ten minutes fast. I must have set it that way some time ago; to make sure I got up and out of bed at a reasonable time in the mornings. I am terrible for sleeping in. I once went away on a business trip, and stayed at a hotel. I had set my clock, but I must have hit snooze, because I got a call from reception telling me that my colleagues were ready to leave for the meeting. I rushed around, and ran down the high street, eventually catching up with them. Nobody ever forgot about that. So I lay in bed some more, this morning, sleeping. Sleeping is so much fun, don’t you agree? Then my alarm clock went off at 7:20. And I knew I really had to get up. I had a quick shower, and then I got dressed, and stood around my room trying to find something suitable to wear. My white bra was in the wash, so I couldn’t wear my white shirt. Additionally, as I have gained some weight recently, I felt too self-conscious to put on my clean suit. It fitted properly when I bought it a few years ago, but now it’s a little too snug, and shows my knickers line beautifully. So I opted for my long brown cord skirt, and a three-quarter length plum top, that is a bit old, but still suitable for work. I went to the kitchen. My mum was there, she was considering going into town to do some shopping either today or Thursday. As the weather looked promising this morning – blue skies and sunshine – she decided to go today. She had kindly spread some flora onto two slices of seeded bread for me, and made me some toast, with strawberry jam on top. I usually make my toast with only flora, as I cannot always be bothered dipping the knife into the jam pot and risk having too much and spilling it down my top. She hadn’t made me a coffee though, although the kettle was not long boiled. So I poured some hot water onto the coffee granules in the bottom of my belle and Sebastian mug, and added two slim teaspoons of white sugar, and a splosh of milk. I then made my sandwiches for lunch. I had some lunchmeat, on each slice, and added some pre-washed salad from a clear plastic bag. Then I chopped three slices of red pepper and put that on top. Then I put the slices together, and cut it in half, length ways. Then I got a sandwich bag and put the sandwiches into that. Then I went to the living room, and ate my breakfast, and discussed the birds with my mum. Not as in sex, but as in, actual starling chicks. They have just left their nest today, and were apparently out on the lawn for the first time, picking up anything they saw and checking if it was edible. One picked up a leaf; another picked up a little mound of dirt and didn’t know what to do with it. Then I went to my room, and put on my make up. After that, I checked the dining room, and noticed that my red t-shirt was clean, albeit un-ironed. But it wasn’t creased, so I changed my top, as I prefer my red t-shirt. Then I brushed my teeth, and then my hair, and located my socks. Then I left the house and walked briskly to the train station, as I was running late. Ah well. Life, it’s a crazy old thing. Things happen. Men wear shiny trousers that make you look at their crotches. Birds grow, flap their wings and pick up leaves that they mistake for worms. Paint dries. Wierd. 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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 retrosec at xxx.uk Tue May 20 19:20:21 2003 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 19:20:21 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: my post will go on... Message-ID: <20030520182021.14992.qmail@web13114.mail.yahoo.com> Good day, sinister. Don't you just love Parklife by Blur? I know I do. Today I woke up at 7:30. I had originally set my alarm clock for 6:45, as I thought I may need to wash my hair. When the alarm clock went off at 6:45, I got up, checked my hair, checked to see if it was brushable using a round brush, and realising that it was, I went back to bed. The alarm clock went off exactly 9 minutes later. Why oh why do alarm clocks go off nine minutes later once you’ve hit snooze? What’s wrong with a nice round 10? Well, I decided I wasn’t going to bother trying to catch the early train, at 7:43, as I did that for the whole of last week. Oh crazy life. I realised, when I checked the clock on my mobile phone, which my alarm clock is exactly ten minutes fast. I must have set it that way some time ago; to make sure I got up and out of bed at a reasonable time in the mornings. I am terrible for sleeping in. I once went away on a business trip, and stayed at a hotel. I had set my clock, but I must have hit snooze, because I got a call from reception telling me that my colleagues were ready to leave for the meeting. I rushed around, and ran down the high street, eventually catching up with them. Nobody ever forgot about that. So I lay in bed some more, this morning, sleeping. Sleeping is so much fun, don’t you agree? Then my alarm clock went off at 7:20. And I knew I really had to get up. I had a quick shower, and then I got dressed, and stood around my room trying to find something suitable to wear. My white bra was in the wash, so I couldn’t wear my white shirt. Additionally, as I have gained some weight recently, I felt too self-conscious to put on my clean suit. It fitted properly when I bought it a few years ago, but now it’s a little too snug, and shows my knickers line beautifully. So I opted for my long brown cord skirt, and a three-quarter length plum top, that is a bit old, but still suitable for work. I went to the kitchen. My mum was there, she was considering going into town to do some shopping either today or Thursday. As the weather looked promising this morning – blue skies and sunshine – she decided to go today. She had kindly spread some flora onto two slices of seeded bread for me, and made me some toast, with strawberry jam on top. I usually make my toast with only flora, as I cannot always be bothered dipping the knife into the jam pot and risk having too much and spilling it down my top. She hadn’t made me a coffee though, although the kettle was not long boiled. So I poured some hot water onto the coffee granules in the bottom of my belle and Sebastian mug, and added two slim teaspoons of white sugar, and a splosh of milk. I then made my sandwiches for lunch. I had some lunchmeat, on each slice, and added some pre-washed salad from a clear plastic bag. Then I chopped three slices of red pepper and put that on top. Then I put the slices together, and cut it in half, length ways. Then I got a sandwich bag and put the sandwiches into that. Then I went to the living room, and ate my breakfast, and discussed the birds with my mum. Not as in sex, but as in, actual starling chicks. They have just left their nest today, and were apparently out on the lawn for the first time, picking up anything they saw and checking if it was edible. One picked up a leaf; another picked up a little mound of dirt and didn’t know what to do with it. Then I went to my room, and put on my make up. After that, I checked the dining room, and noticed that my red t-shirt was clean, albeit un-ironed. But it wasn’t creased, so I changed my top, as I prefer my red t-shirt. Then I brushed my teeth, and then my hair, and located my socks. Then I left the house and walked briskly to the train station, as I was running late. Ah well. Life, it’s a crazy old thing. Things happen. Men wear shiny trousers that make you look at their crotches. Birds grow, flap their wings and pick up leaves that they mistake for worms. Paint dries. Wierd. 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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 lokar20 at xxx.com Wed May 21 01:52:20 2003 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 19:52:20 -0500 Subject: Sinister: pianos filled with flames Message-ID: Hi kids, Been a while? Not long enough. So you pricks want some reporting back??? Well, I'm shoving it down your throats anyway, and if you've got a problem with that, you can SUCK IT. Everything has really already been covered in Juicy Lucy's, except me. Bitch. So the weekend began at the Winchester Club. Yeah, that was right good fun it was! Drinking my beers, dancing with the birds, some dickless shits getting stomped outside. FUCK YEAH I say!!! Throughout the weekend I encountered oh so many personalities, but in reality, I didn't. I will say that the man with the coolest name ever, the man that can do everything, the most dahling american, her boyfriendwhohashadhislifechangedsurelybylondoncallingthisweekendorhewillnotbemyfriendanymore, that CHUD from down south who apparently ain't from down south (i owe you ten, i'll pay you back HOWEVER you want), this italian dude, the most beautiful girl in britain, a visitor who defines fox, a gentlemen who is a totally different kind of fox, the girl with a nice ass who really loves the dance floor, that kid from the north who is far too young to be smoking, a bass player and his bird (who were MIA on saturday), the guy from the south who has no hair and broken ribs (i wonder how?...SHEEIT), aberdeen folk that don't recognize me, some guy from london who is just pants, that tall gent whose name was not caught by yours truly (but a hell of a keeper), the quiet man, the quiet girl, and shit...loads more. Lucy was absent in my version. Saturday I rushed out to the pub, but rushed back home when I thought of ways to fix my computer. After going back, we played a match of footie, which i am PISH it. My leg is unhappy, but i was all "fuck you leg" and ripped that shit up even more! It ain't football without the fuckin pain. You gots to be H.A.F. to play that. I only saw half the Delgados, but them mothafuckas was ON. I skipped that mull shit to check out the local alcohol scene, and watched snake plissken kick some mothafuckas ass, then the belles came on. That poncey basterd in the fucking silver slacks man...that dude is the shit. They was good and all, so I decided not to give him a right good beating for them trousers. On any other day... After that it was to the art school to get wasted and get laid, but neither happened. Them bitches were too damn lame I thought, with their fucking artsy fartsy shit. So i didn't dig that, and decided to give the birds a rest. It was a choice man, don't give that look, or i'll batter ya! That ended, and that was that. Yeah, it was cool and all. The funny cartoons on the wall made my head spin, and I shot out of there in a blind rage, fighting the fascists and small people. chicken donner kebabs is where its at. Okay, I'm done with that. Enjoy? I didn't think so. Shove it. can you tell I'm just waiting for the final episode of buffy to finish downloading? -what was i thinking when i let go of you?????? _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Wed May 21 18:13:40 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 18:13:40 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Love on the mash Message-ID: A bit late with the potato puns, perhaps, I actually thought of this last week but couldn't think of anything more worthwhile to post about, and then all of a sudden it was an overwhelming blitz of F!U!N! that had me each night going "My! This is the best night ever!". Haha, apparently diary entry posts aren't welcomed here(???) so I thought I'd fuck up the programme. No really, this is almost as long as the bible, if you print this out this can probably last you a very long pooing session. THURS 15, May, 2003 - LONDON ========================= A few pints after work with a friend from school was the ideal warm up for the weekend of extravagant dancing and booze consumption. The pub was by the Train station and is decorated to a locomotives theme (do you see what they've done there?). Which was somewhat a fitting place to start the adventure, and much fun was had at the said pub. After bidding farewell it was time to go on an actual train, to the fair Highbury & Islington for pubbing before going to a club called "How doesfeel to be". Before the pub though, I surprised myself by eating a whole chicken and chips meal by myself, a feat never done before (actually I HAVE had chicken feet before, oh you know what I meant). And I must say "HDIF" was fantastic as ever, and added bonus was that they've replaced the pinball machine from Judge Dredd (which was knackered), to THE WHO's PINBALL WIZARD PINBALL MACHINE! Wow. And then I danced for ages, and we had a Highgate PARTYBUS home and our party was so great that some guy joined in on our conversation about The Sex Pistols even though he didn't know who they were, top bloke! FRI 16, May, 2003 - LONDON -> SANDBACH -> DUMFRIES -> GLASGOW ======================================================= Friday morning woke up knowing that you don't have to go to work, you took a day off even thinking about it would make you smirk. So yes after waking up with a delightful hangover thinking "My! That was the best night ever!", I had to get ready for the big road trip to Glasgow! The car journey ---------------------- Stevie T arrived just as I was hastily creating a Salmon and Cream Cheese Bagel, when that finally was finish it was time for take-off. It was a very exciting journey up the motorway through the picturesque landscapes of Hamel Hampsted, Milton Keynes and Birmingham, after a short break at a motorway service station at "Sandbach" in Cheshire (which is apparently one of the areas with the highest disposible income) we were flying through the lake district - it was a shame that the normally breathtaking views of the great hills were obscured by the blanket of rain. I was ashamed to not knowing the origins of most of the tracks on my own car tape. And soon after coming off the M6, it was time to take an adventure into the historical town of Dumfries, on the way there we saw a sign that apparently points to "Camera Obscura", and true enough as we drove by there were the members of the band waving to us, well it may have been nice if that had happened. Instead though we found a Lucy B who we had the pleasure of chauffering up the A701, M74 and M8 and into Glasgow, and after half an hour of getting very very lost I gave up and bought a Glasgow A-Z and found that we were within walking distance to where we wanted to go. The other bit ------------------ The hotel we stayed in was at the heart of the action, it was within walking distances of everywhere including a wonderful Italian Restaurant that lets you sit inside and chat without ordering any food, a "fast service" Fish and Chips shop that sell Haggis Suppers Digression: Did you know? In a scottish chipshop a "supper" means "with chips"!!! That's the greatest thing ever. Then it was time for the PUB, the Pewter Pot Pub is to be recommended and not just for its alliteratory brilliance, as it is also THE BEST KARAOKE VENUE EVER and they have a book with 9328932 songs listed on it. There were performances from Mark C, Pine F, Stevie T, Ken C and Richard G, with Princess H, Linda K, Lucy B in audience. Mark B and Michael G by going early have missed out on an "Amazing, Bloody Great, Wonderful" session of karaoke indeed (to quote Pine F). And then it's the real thing, the Winchester Club! After paying money to Carey L, we were just in time to catch the later half of Language of Flowers, who were excellent, and then it was Dudley Corporation's set, who were Rawking as ever, on the wall you can see the inch-perfect blur that is Joss M's drumming, and YEAH, later on there was DANCE FLOOR INVASION, too, three times! \m/ and then there were DANCING, and saying "long-time-no-see" a lot, as I haven't seen so many people there for a long time and it was wonderful to see them again, as well as meeting people I didn't know! A girl came up to me to tell me that I didn't make her horny, which was nice, but then later I sent another girl head over heels. The club was the best place ever the drinks were cheap and also at the bar there was a tray of glasses and a jug for Self-Serviced Water!!! The greatest idea in the world, ever. And then about 2am it was a quick stumble to the hotel, apparently I had B.O. Problem. SAT 17, May, 2003 - GLASGOW -> GLASGOW -> GLASGOW ============================================== I never thought I'd ever develop murderous thoughts against a telecommunication device, but this morning when the alarm on the phone (which I've set myself) went off at 8:30am I felt RAGE. Things soon calmed down after receiving breakfast. Toast, I like toast. I was determined not to miss the Film of the Evening at the Hotel which was the enticingly titled "Casimo". However I was later persuaded that I should go and see a gig instead. Even after watching 2 hours of Delia teaching people how to tell a good egg from bad ones there was still plenty of time to go before Picnic (which looked less and less on as the weather deteriorated), we went off Crusin'... Digression: If you put a bad egg in a glass of water it will float! Because air would get trapped inside an old egg. And if you try and poach old eggs, well, *chuckle* I won't even SAY what would happen. ... crusin' around glasgow is a blast! Especially if you start it by going the wrong way out of a cul-de-sac, and after a lot of traffic lights and two bridges we arrived at the 13th Note Cafe, a place which I've had some fond memories of, drinking coke and eating chips with the company of Lucy B, Paul F, Stefano S and Rachel Q has never been so much fun. Then it was time for more crusin', gettin' lost, and then walkin', gettin' lost, and finding The Tap, which is also to be recommended and not just for it's alliteratory brilliance. When we arrived, the lounge area was filled with 344 people whom I thought at first were all sinister types until i realised that half of them were just weirdos who aren't on internet mailing lists and were just there to watch the FA Cup final. I will not mention this FA Cup final further, because it pains me. There were much frolics inside that pub, at one point I was caught looking down a young lady's top, shame on me, and I had a nice serving of soup that was made of excellent Brie. And then it was time for juvenile fun of graffiting in the park and breaking into studios and making ameteur Jackass videoes, all of which were fun fun fun and then it was time for FOOTIE. If someone told me that we were going to play footie maybe I would have worn something more appropriate than Doc Marten's Boots. Still it didn't stop me making those perfectly timed passes to the opponents. The final score Rest of The World 5 - 3 England (I think). Although if it was cricket then it would have been a draw as rain stopped play and half the players were injured by then anyway - you let twee fuckers do sports and that's what happens. The Gig ----------- And after another visit to The Tap it was time for Going Gigging, which is to be recommended and not just for its alliteratory brilliance. After briefly saying hi to Sweetie A it was time for Delgados! They were excellent, although I think they must be pretty stingy because people kept saying they were tight. They seemed quite generous to me, playing flawless guitars and keyboards and cellos and stuff all for charity. Mull Historical Society sounded excellent from the TV at the bar (this venue is the BEST EVER, it shows you the gig inside the giggy bit through a TV at the bar!), spoke to lots of people during then Including Sweetie A, Stu G, Robin S, Kieran D etc. and there was some B&S STALKAGE going on, one lucy winner got to have a photo taken with Stuart M! Then came the best bit of the gig, Karen D! Giving her best comedy impressions or was it impressions of comedy, dunno. Then B&S came on and Stevie J told Karen D to Fuck The Shit, swearing sounds a lot nicer when it's through a harmonica. Then near the end of the song Stuart M came out to thunderous applause before playing Dirty Dream #2 (I think). They played so many tunes, mixture of old and new and it was excellent! The set was a little on the short side but then if you have to fit 3 gigs in one night that's understandable, but they did come back for an ENCORE, Stuart M did the best pun ever! * Stuart M plays Amaj7, Emaj7(?), Amaj7, Emaj7 Stuart M: Oh man! That's Beautiful isn't it? * Ken thinks to himself "hahahaha, see what you did there" Before finding the best chords to play Judy And The Dream of Horses with. According to someone at the crowd it was A and D. \m/ After the gig people had split camps to go to either The Art School or A House Near The Art School, and then it was time to retire to the humble hotel, which is to be recommended and not only because of its alliteratory brilliance. Sigh, missed out on "Casimo", of which I would have liked to See More, But, it was nice to lie on the bed and watch the ceiling spinning around. My! This is the best night ever SUN 18, May, 2003 - GLASGOW -> GLASGOW -> DUMFRIES -> LONDON ======================================================== Woke up at 9:15 thinking that I must have missed out on Breakfast (which is an essential part of Bed n Breakfast - which is to be recommended, and not only for its alliteratory brilliance), before I found that wahey on Sundays breakfast is served til 10am. So after Breakfast it was time for more TV watchage and then goodbye sayage to Mark C, David M, Mrs David M, Sally M and Paul F, who of course I won't see again for a long time. Then it was more crusin', and finding that the 13th Note is shut on such unearthly hours of the Sunday Morning, and finding a coffee shop that is 1/2 Coffee Shop, 1/2 Internet Cafe and 1/3 Bank!!!! You do the maths. It was excellent and they have Irn Bru there (made of girders!) And then it was photo takage and findage of funny volkswagen and then drivage and then car parkage and grand prix watchage and parking ticket findage and walkage and then pub findage and then eatage! The Eatage part was especially good, after getting the correct food, the tartar sauce was excellent. At the pub we learnt that geezers are actually pure gallas. And then it was a fun car journey home. After going through the curry scented Dumfries, it was a rollercoaster ride thorugh the treacherous weather along the M6, the clouds and the reflection of streetlights forming two rainbows at the end of the road, it was quite disturbing to realise later that the end of the rainbow is in fact Birmingham. Later on the clouds behind us have cleared just as the sun was setting but the clouds in front were dark and the storm is roaring, which made it very strange that as I looked behind me it was bright and the sunset was beautiful yet in front there is nothing but the funereal gloom that is the road ahead. Kind of summed up by feeling at that particular time when I thought about the wonderful weekend I'd had in comparison with the week of unpromising work. And then it was Ken Home, and then sleep. The best weekend ever. MON 19, May, 2003 - London ====================== Monday morning (which isn't to be recommended despite its alliteratory brilliance) wake up knowing that -- instead of going to have breakfast and watching TV -- you have to go to work. All that is left are memories, and photos. ------ So yeah that was my Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday and Monday, sorry it was a bit on the long side. (ed: that's what you always say to the girls...) If Thursday was called Jursday and Friday was called Iriday, then if you list all the days from Jursday to Monday the initials will spell JISSM. Haha. I hope for health sake you have actually finished your poo by now. Ken ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Thu May 22 02:28:23 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 01:28:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: challenge Message-ID: so, ok well, today was pretty cloudy i think there might have been a bit of rain in the afternoon there was but i didn't really mind it, rain is ok rain is droplets of water that fall from the clouds in the sky did you know that? it's pretty rad when you think about it i hope you're all doing ok in the rain although of course it might not be raining where you are if it's not then, well, i don't know, i hope you're still ok i am... well, i'm alright yesterday, which was a tuesday was alright i've often said how much i like tuesdays, some people think they're the third day of the week, but i know for a fact that they're the second and first the worst second the best, though monday, that's the first day of the week wasn't the worst, on monday i woke up and watched a dvd of 'dude, where's my car?' on the television, aren't they a great invention? i gave mine a hug because it's so nice to me, why can't people be like that? after the dvd it was time for pancakes, but first i had to decide what to wear, which was difficult, i have this rule for myself that i can't wear anything black on a monday it always causes me trouble, i don't know why i don't just abandon the rule but it's an important rule, i've forgotten why but i've gained weight recently and my red suit doesn't fit me anymore i used to like my red suit buy now that it doesn't fit me i want to burn it i want to burn things sometimes but i put on my tshirt and a skirt anyway and i looked ok on the way downstairs someone said "kieran, don't you usually wear your red suit on mondays?" and she was right, but i wanted to burn her just the same some people, honestly well my tshirt has a picture of two horses on it, and the horses are happy together why can't we all be like those horses? i read in the newspaper a terrible story about two gorillas that escaped from the zoo they escaped by dressing up as japanese tourists and talking their way out of the zoo once they were out they mauled seven people, and killed another nine those gorillas if they were like the horses i was wearing, i tell you, things would not have been like that on the tshirt there is also a picture of a butterfly frolicking near the horses and loving if the gorillas could've got to that butterfly then the consequences don't bear thinking about why don't people try to stop these things? i know i do i kept my horses away from gorillas and i don't even work at the zoo, so how could i have stopped them? why can't people just be nicer? so anyway i was riding my horses into town to get pancakes we stopped off for icecream and to watch a dvd of 'my big fat greek wedding' which is a sort of gangster movie, except set in grease, i think belle and sebastian are on the soundtrack but i might be wrong about that, it might be def leppard someone was explaining to me about john zorn's re-appropriation of 80s hardcore along with various other genres encompassing funk, lounge, surf guitar etc in his seminal naked city band, i think they were on the soundtrack too, though i didn't hear them the ice cream was lots of flavours, red, green as well as orange, the orange wasn't very nice my favourite ice cream flavour is love ice cream is made by freezing milk and then passing it through a filter and then you cut it into cones with scissors i love it when it's dark during the daytime sometimes i wake up and it's so dark, dark all the time, dark in my heart as we rode further on we reached a park with a big lake i love parks with big lakes, why can't everywhere be like that? we sat down, the horses are called nigel and billy, but billy is a girl they are not gay horses i've told peole that, but they laugh, some of them laugh! like billy jean i tell them, from the michael bolton song which i will post the lyrics to: billy jean, you are a horse but a girl not a gay horse you love nigel he loves you chorus we ride into town for pancakes we play video games and eat ice cream chorus chorus now that i think about it it might be a daniel johnston and jad fair song i met daniel and jad for pancakes anyway, along with my aunt who is a queen we had pink grapefruit juice which was pink and a glass of orange juice and stacks of pancakes as high as the moon i mean as high so they went up to being able to reach the moon not the other way round, which is what nigel thought, until i shot him they were very tasty it was very sunny i went to buy some clothes from the store, i think the name of the store was tescos it's where i get my best clothes anyway, it was getting dark by the time i got out but i bought seven ties and a suit made of vinegar then i decided to ride a donkey into town, like our lord in town i stopped for pancakes with my friends joe and chris they told me about a show they had seen on television featuring a serial killer how wrong serial killing is, you ought to be ashamed i said they agreed with me, there is nothing funny about that we discussed the matter at length and then played pac man at the arcade where i was eaten by a ghost how can people just kill like that? we listened to a compilation of bollywood soundtracks and ate pizza by the seaside for a while and then played shinty which i won at by checkmating colin newman from the band wire we stopped to look at some birds on the way into town not birds as in women you sexist fucking cunt but real flying birds aren't birds just wonderful? why can't everywhere be like the sky? i wonder how birds manage to get all the way up there do you think humans will ever be able to attain unaided flight? after dinner i flew into town for some pancakes with robert and pat robert is my paediatrician (i hope i've spelled that right!) and we were shot at by some welsh people why can't everyone be like the welsh? down the front of the gig was tom jones and cerys matthews, we walked the 200 yards into town and ate pancakes which had welsh sauce made from leeks and valleys on them and tom sang us a song based on the stereophonics album 'just enough education to perform' which is a funny title i have an education, that day at school i drew a picture of keiji haino in oil pastel and they hung it on the wall in the dining hall, so now whenever i'm eating and whenever anyone is eating they have to look up at the dark magus of japanese psych rock i think that's only fair after they gave me a d for my gcse maths coursework for my maths coursework we had to work out the area of various nets for cuboids i tried to devise a formula but all i could think of was piet mondrian and that part in catch 22 when it stops being all surreal and funny and Yossarian is plunged into a bosch-esque nightmare landscape outside the streets were damp and we walked off into town for pancakes, we talked and brian told me all about his history on the riviera, he had been a lollipop man until they invented belisha beacons he said he wanted to chop them all down with his axe the street was cold and dry i counted the bricks on the house, there were seven there has got to be more than this i thought and i was right, there were some round the corner that i had missed that made nine on the corner someone tried to sell me a paper, it had red writing on it and you couldn't buy it in the newsagents, i was about to go for pancakes so i couldn't stop to tell him exactly what i thought of him but he was an ugly man, i bet he is ugly inside, like that cat we cut open on christmas eve i put on my purple anorak for the day because it was the morning it was a f-f-f-friday which is my favourite day of the week you know what they say in some restaurants? tfi friday, which stands for thank goodness it's friday this is because working in a restaurant is not much fun i had to work in a restaurant once, to table five i brought a salad to table twelve i brought some steak to table six i brought some anchovies to table nine i brought some pancakes to table seven i brought some ice cream to table four i brought some fish to table eight i brought some oysters to table eleven i brought some peppers to table ten i brought some lasagne to table nine i brought some chips to table eight i brought some pizza to table seven i brought some fire to table six i brought some salad to table five i brought some fish to table four i brought some cake to table three i brought some potato to table two i brought some biscuits to table one i brought some chocolate to table zero i brought some pasta phew! after all that i was tired! thank goodness it's friday how is the weather where you are? here it's a bit damp they say the crops wont grow if it stays like this i think someone has stolen all the soil how could someone do that? what kind of a country is this? i wish everywhere was like samoa they have soil there in abundance, and i hear it's rich in lime how are you? i am... well, i'm alright we moved downstream into town to get pancakes today i decided to wear my feather boa there's someone called feather boa! imagine that! she and i go way back i wrote in my diary about playing nintendo i watched a dvd of bon jovi playing live i had the new pink grapefruit lucozade it wasn't very nice it tasted like pink grapefruit i watched a dvd of "kickboxer 2" lionel and i chatted about baseball nicky wire from the manic street preachers was leading the herd and i rode nigel after him, he was riding billy the rest of the herd have names, but you have to guess them they are all the reincarnations of famous people though so it isn't that hard the one that's samuel beckett just sits and says "nothing to be done" because there's nothing to be done but he's wrong! that kind of attitude is ruining america! but i think he's ok, we played lacrosse and i bought some new hats and now i can play lacrosse properly with each new hat i can be a new person! he won at lacrosse but it was ok because he watched a dvd of "indpedendance day" which has will smith and stuart maconie in it stuart maconie is my idol i think he's the best i think he has the most unique face in the world, i watched his face during the movie and i think it looks different it has a different cadence you might say like scotland the cadence of stuart maconie's face is like scotland i think we sat in for pancakes on the way into town and stuart and i talked about television and he told me about this awful show which dug up the recent past and made it an object of ironic adulation, that was like sooooo crazy why can't more people be like stuart? it was sunny the sun is actually a big ball of burning gas far far away i hear ken chu is a real person he has a job in a hospital it was cloudy though i picked up my kids from the vet, they are nice but they whine too much i give them milk, but a lot of the time it doesn't help things are tough sometimes we played jenga and then tennis out on the lawn, i won at both one of the things that has always worried me is: will we ever be able to time travel? i asked the children and they thought we would and i believe them i looked into their faces and i saw the future and they were serious and i believed them children are our future they were each wearing a sailor suit except for little emily who had a dress on in their eyes was every hope that we have ever had they said there would be time travel and i hold them responsible i dropped them off with their parent/guardian, it was late in the evening and decided to go into town for pancakes but what would i wear? i put on my black jacket but it didn't feel right it felt distended, whatever that means while i decided what to wear i put the radio on, there was a song on which had rapping how can people be like that? i changed the station, why can't all music be like what i found it was rick wakeman, who i love while i was dancing to rick, daniel came over and he had been visiting the lions in the zoo we decided to change plans and go into town for pancakes on the way we met my mother, who was sad and drunk, though it was still very early in the morning i crossed the road to avoid speaking with her on the way we stopped to play pinball and eat croissants we took a train into town and we played snooker on the way and ate pasta john told me how hard it had been for him recently there was a dvd playing of pearl jam live eddie vedder dedicated a song to me, i'd seen it before it was a live version of danny boy, a cover it was different this time, alec empire made a guest appearance there are seventeen steps from my house to the shop on the corner i counted them as i walked there the shop is very sad, most of the things are old and nobody buys them i bought bread i bought milk the man and i didn't speak, even though i go in there almost every day i looked at the shelf behind him filled with once bright things now gone grey how can people be like that? why can't everywhere be like the pyramids? life is so cruel on the way back we met danny who is a doctor and he said i'd be better soon i said we should go into town for pancakes sometime he said he was free on tuesday and i think i'm free on tuesday that was yesterday lucy and i spoke on the phone about jam, she likes the consistency to be thick i also like the consistency to be thick what do you think? how are you today? i am... well, i'm alright today i decided to wear a skirt for the first time in years it was black, i usually wear black on mondays but i did today i watched a dvd of "titanic" and celine dion made me cry sarah came over and we watched a dvd of "men in black 2" ah, i think will smith is so great i drank a bottle of juice the flavour was orange i wonder how they get the bits out alan told me they use a sieve, which is a bit like... like... like i woke up and on the telly was a dvd of alice coltrane live in concert still playing from the night before she was singing "baby one more time" the song finished and the camera focussed on her it drew right in, it was like she stepped from the televison she started talking but i have forgotten what she said later alice came over and we hung out and watched movies and talked about life she told me about something she had read in the newspaper about some people who had hit some other people how can people do that? i was so sad that we took the hovercraft into town for pancakes on the way we stopped off at claire's house and talked to her she told me that her father was doing ok and she compimented me on my kula shaker tshirt barry and paul came over and we played space invaders until it was time to have lunch i didn't have any bread in the house so we decided to nip into town for some pancakes the pancakes were marvellous and we played aussie rules football afterwards which is a game where you put coins in the slot and pull the arm and then hope you get three matching cherries which i did not why is life so unfair? i met crispin on the way into town and i invited him to join me for pancakes, we talked a bit about school and he said that the maths coursework was going to be hard he had spoken to one of the teachers and she had told him that it involved integers whatever those are i told him i wanted to do a painting of someone and he said that maybe stuart stapleton would be a good idea i can just imagine it hanging in the dining hall, the dark magus of studio manipulation looking down upon everyone as they ate that would be a punishment for my bad grade at o-level german mach spass! i read for a while, a magazine called the nme which told me that miles davis is releasing a new record i hate punk rock i drank a glass of milk while listening to some music, here are the lyrics: it was an instrumental the weather here today was a blizzard, i was going to go into town for pancakes with simon but the snow and wind made it impossible how is the weather where you are? how are you? i am... well, i'm alright roger came over and we talked about comic books i told him my dreams and he said they were good ones i believe him too, he is a serious man, i think i might love roger later we went into town for pancakes but stopped on the way to talk to the police apparently the penny farthing isn't allowed on roads anymore what sort of country has this turned into? i was scared that we were going to get a fine, but roger told the police the situation after that they seemed to calm down a bit the one officer was nice, his name was paul he fixed me with inquisitive eyes that's a line from belle and sebastian i don't think the song has been released yet perhaps it wont ever be why are people like that? stuart and david came over and we watched a dvd of "honey i blew up the kid" which is my favourite movie we talked about the economy and about politics and we were mostly in agreement less is more i told him and he nodded his head i gave him a picture i had painted of john fahey but he didn't understand i told him that i painted it when i was at school and that it had hung in the dining hall and that once i had heard him commenting on how much he liked it i was always too scared to speak to him in school but he said he didn't want it and afterwards i cried for hours i met joseph in town for pancakes he asked me when there would be an end to all this nonsense and i said there would on tuesday it was fatal joseph and i go way back he drew a map to town for me on squared paper because i'm new and i don't know the way he said we could meet up for pancakes tomorrow frank and i went out dancing and then into town for pancakes we were playing mario kart on his gameboy he stopped every so often to look at the scenery isn't it nice this time of year? he told me about his grandmothers funeral how she had always joked about having the theme from 'fame' played at the ceremony and how they had put it on in the church and everyone sobbed to the words and his voice cracked as he told me i said it was just a song why are people like that all the time? why can't things be like they are in quebec? after supper i listened to gil scott herren on the stero pete came over and we ate pasta from a plastic carton he had bought it from the sainsburys at the station and it came with a free plastic fork how do people make a profit these days? we decided to into town for pancakes but stopped on the way to have a dip in the sea it was cold and the salt was in our hair and the sand was in our shoes mark e smith was on the beach and he told me about the time the sky above his house had been so clear he could see all the way over the bay we walked back through the fog to andrea's and played playstation then we watched a dvd of "happy gilmore" then we listened to camera obscura on the stereo chris came over the hill and he was carrying something it was pancakes he told me about a war there had been and i asked him why people are like that he said it was because they don't know when to stop i told him i could stop whenever i wanted but he just shook his head i wanted to burn him then i took back the painting of masami akita that i had given him he had helped me get a good gcse in french i drank a bottle of orange squash in the park with ian he told me about his religion and i laughed he didn't seem to mind we walked twelve steps to the boating lake the ducks were out in force suddenly a child leapt from a building across the street how can people do that? everyone ran to look but i could see his reflection in the sunset coloured lake it was tuesday i read in the newspaper that the child died how can people do that? at the station i met chloe and george their train was terribly late i asked them why, but george seemed reluctant he said there was a problem, they had stopped for a long time but he didn't know why that it was nothing to worry about we moved off and i pressed him about it but to no avail we were almost home before the boy came running back i asked him what the delay had been george tried to wave it off, try to stop the boy from talking but he faced me straight and said that a child had fallen from the carriage and under the wheels then there was just the noise of the wind soon i am starting again like the wheels on a tractor round, round and round i am... well, i'm alright - kieran _________________________________________________________________ Find a cheaper internet access deal - choose one to suit you. http://www.msn.co.uk/internetaccess +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 shazrazzamatazz at xxx.com Thu May 22 10:56:53 2003 From: shazrazzamatazz at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sharon=20Leach?=) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 10:56:53 +0100 (BST) Subject: Subject: Sinister: Re: The University of Justin In-Reply-To: <200305200851.JAA00232@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20030522095653.76030.qmail@web41202.mail.yahoo.com> Miss Marianna Thank you for bringing back memories of Justin Timberlake! I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates such wonder ;) And not only did he beatbox for 10 minutes - he did it to Afrika Bambaata *swoon* I was a little worried that *drums* wasn't coming, and literally screamed when it did. My post-JT tinnitus was at the same pitch as the screaming teenagers, so I got relive the experience when I got home... :D I would report back on B&S, but even with the tin foil trousers, Stuart wasn't nearly as exciting as JT ;p sharon x ===== __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. Call 08709 000032 to give or donate online now at http://www.samaritans.org/support/donations.shtm +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 lulou at xxx.org Thu May 22 12:27:26 2003 From: lulou at xxx.org (Linda Kerr) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 12:27:26 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List (fwd) Message-ID: Band news... L x ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 21:26:52 -0000 From: band at xxx.net To: lulou at crockery.org Subject: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List A bit of live broadcast news for you! On May 27 2003 between 10.00 and 11.00pm and June 1st between 07.00 and 08.00am on BBC 6Music will be playing an archive concert from Belle and Sebastian from The Bowlie Weekender (all times British Summer Time). This is a bit of a blast from the past, about four or five songs from the 1999 concert will be aired and you can listen in live online with RealAudio at http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/6music.shtml or with Windows Media Player at http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/6music_asx.shtml And just a reminder for those in Scotland, you can watch highlights of last Saturday's Concern Concert for Africa on STV/Grampian on Friday May 23rd at 11.00pm (British Summer Time). Also, if you want to donate to Concern's appeal to raise funds for those in Africa, you can either donate via their website at http://www.concern.net/help_concern/donate.htm or by calling Concern on 0800 410 510. This is a UK only free telephone number. Cheers, Katrina @ Banchory. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home -- To unsubscribe from this mailing list, visit www.banchoryshop.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.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 slists at xxx.com Thu May 22 14:13:29 2003 From: slists at xxx.com (slists at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 14:13:29 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Silver? More like a murky grey to me... References: Message-ID: <002a01c32063$f213a250$b23e8451@greig> The Belle and Sebastian gig was rather ace. I regret not knowing who everyone was, as I could tell by what I could see that a large number of Sinisterestas were converging round the upstairs bar. You don't look like regular devotees, you know. The Delgados were on form. Their cellist, apparently, used to work in my Hamilton local. The woman who played the flute on Peloton was a music teacher at Earnock High, my old school. It's hard not to feel love for bands which were once so phisically close to you. It's even harder when the bands are actually really good. An acquaintance of mine played the brick (yes) on a Mogwai track, as part of his fourth year work experience as it was recorded in Hamilton. I feel that the silveryness of Mr. Murdoch's trousers has been greatly exhaggerated. If they were all reflective, real tinfoil style, then I would be impressed! I am too tall for the gigging experience. I hate standing infront of people, because then they can't see. Sometimes they deserve it - when I saw Tenacious D two girls kept kicking my leg, I raised my shoulders defiantly. In general I am a gig wall flower. Two gig-goers, during B&S's set, one to my left and one to my right, were on their sodding phones! Phoning! In the middle of a gig, at the same time! Step Into My Office, Baby does definitely sound like Good Vibrations. My girlfriend and I were singing that to B&S's tune on the night. It's still rather...fab! Greig +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Thu May 22 20:04:00 2003 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 19:04:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: friday june 20th In-Reply-To: <000201c31e49$30078170$a8842090@csrv.ad.york.ac.uk> Message-ID: Hello! I need help. I've been told so countless times in the past. Now I'm admitting it. On Thursday June 19th, I'll be doing that thing in London that I shouldn't be talking about. And on Saturday 21st, I'll be watching He Of The Bacofoil Breeks do something similar in Nottingham and occasionally helping out myself. Which made me think - what am I going to do on Friday 20th? So: Do you live somewhere between London and Nottingham (any circuitous routes accepted) and would you like me to come to your town and play my Shop Assistants b-sides? Sounds irresistable, non? If you know a pub with decks or something similar and fancy a Friday night of dancing in June and - crucially - would like to set it all up, then please email me offlist. Thank you! x ---- http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 angelas1980 at xxx.com Thu May 22 21:02:24 2003 From: angelas1980 at xxx.com (angela smith) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 15:02:24 -0500 Subject: Sinister: An Unhappy Birthday Message-ID: I just wanted to wish all a happy Morrissey's birthday. teehee angela _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Thu May 22 21:16:07 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 20:16:07 +0000 Subject: Sinister: what if... Message-ID: Dear Mr. Gates, May I call you Gareth? I know a lot of your fans call you that, I assume without having first acquired your permission, which strikes me as being somewhat impertinent, so I thought it best to ask in advance of what will hopefully be a fruitful and lengthy correspondence between the two of us. I represent, and I hope I use the word to its full effect here, the hearts and minds of an internet group known as Sinister, which is a fan-orientated mailing list for the band Belle and Sebastian. I could imagine that a gifted musical connoisseur such as yourself would be familiar with the band�s work (in fact it would not at all surprise me to discover you a fan of the various side projects undertaken by the band�s members!). However, given your strenuous schedule of touring, recording and promotion it�s feasible that the strictures of time and fame have prevented you from yet encountering their music, though I am more than sure that the band are familiar with yours. But now we come to a trickier part of this letter, because as much as I enjoy the records you have made to date, which is a great deal let me tell you, I play them all the time, and I always look out for your appearances on television - I have a large collection of them on tape - but despite all that I feel as though you have not yet found a song which does full justice to your astonishing voice. Let me pause here to talk a little about your voice Mr. Gates, though I am never quite sure where to begin when discussing it - its soaring, euphoric cadences, rolling like Scottish hills in the autumn mist, its gentle, almost child-like lilt through those most touching passages. I think you have the voice of a generation. Unique, sonorous, versatile, equally as powerful as the lion and as graceful as the gazelle it hunts, as timid and coy as the otter and as proud and glorious as the eagle. This voice, so potentially epoch making in its scope and clout has so far, in my most humble opinion, been ill-served with the songs it has been given. So far it has been your voice, and that alone, which has made your work worth taking note of. Let me make it clear though, that I take nothing away from those songs, I love them with all my heart, to hear a word against them is to charge my blood with a rage both great and terrifying. And yet, and yet, they seem to take us only as far as the brink of the abyss, if you�ll pardon the metaphor, and just as Nietzsche mocked Kant for finding the key to the cage, but choosing to remain inside, so too has your record company found that key, which is you, but seems reluctant, lord knows why, to let you take that leap, and throw us headfirst into a new era of musical innovation. As your keen, acute intellect may have discerned, I feel that I have such a song for you to sing, a song that will take us beyond that barrier and into a musical realm that has eluded us all for so long. But I have erred slightly, the �I� in that last sentence should rather be �we�, for, as I mentioned, I represent a whole organisation of Belle and Sebastian fans, and, following extensive enquiry, debate and, it must be said, heated argument, we have collectively concluded that there is a B&S song which we believe will take your career to that next level, the level I know you deserve, why, the very first time I heard you sing on Pop Idol I knew it, and time has only served to nurture that belief, to make it stronger and more fervent. There is a Belle and Sebastian song called �Chalet Lines�. It is a doleful, but beautiful ballad about the rape of a woman, and yet dealt with with such moving sensitivity, such grace and care that it never comes across as crass and ungainly. This is the song we think you should sing. If you have not yet heard the song, I would urge you to listen to it, listen hard and true and I think you will agree that it seems almost deliberately written for the sweeping grandeur and elegant tones of your voice. I think a more sure fire hit record has never been conceived. I implore you to consider this Mr. Gates, if not for yourself, if not for us at the Sinister list, then for music itself. Much is at stake. Yours Sincerely, Kieran Devaney and Sinister _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail messages direct to your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/msnmobile +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Thu May 22 22:38:27 2003 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 22:38:27 +0100 Subject: Sinister: lost johnny Message-ID: Hello, Dirty Vicar here. Bless me Sinister, for have sinned. It's been several months since my last confession. I'm not really sure what I've got to show for my time off. In fact, this post will be a succession of negations: - I have not started a blog, as I am not so narcissistic as to think people would like to read reports of my daily walk to and from work. And while I could fill a blog with record, gig, comic, theatre, etc. reviews I'd probably not keep it up to date and so the whole thing would be another life-item to be depressed about. - I did not go to Glasgow to see Belle & Sebastian play. It certainly crossed my mind, but vicaring does not pay as well as some might think, and flying over to stinky sterlingland. In any case I am flying over to Glastonbury in late June, and I must ration my appearances in your fair country. I was also a bit skint because I went off to that Iceland for Easter. Everything you've heard about Iceland turns out to be true. I liked the place a lot and I'm thinking of going back there in the winter to see what it's like then. Sadly I did not meet any B&S cover stars while I was there, nor had Damon Albarn been reduced to pulling pints in his bar, but I did see a littli pony in the zoo called Sigur Ros. do you know who also hasn't posted in ages? That's right, that plucky Jenowl. Where is she these days? Or has she resubscribed under a different name. I'm all excited about the Eurovision on Saturday. Apparently the organisers are going to cut to a video if t.A.T.u.'s stage act gets too smutty. One final thing - if I promised you a tape of anything and haven't sent it to you, will you send me a mail reminding me of it? maybe then I will actually produce this tape for you. Oh, maybe. 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 municipalpool at xxx.com Fri May 23 05:10:38 2003 From: municipalpool at xxx.com (patrick doyle) Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 04:10:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: it's written all over my face Message-ID: wotcha, how are you? I recently attended the big sinister weekend. Caitlin Pigtails was there. Other people were there too; some even played football, whilst I merely retired to the shade to climb a rather unimpressively small tree. The hoarse sound of trainers against gravel could be heard in the distance as Miss Lucy Brown and myself watched from afar. The Pinefox was obviously prepared for such an event, looking rather school-boyesque in his wee shorts and t-shirt, while some idiot was clearly not, shuffling about in his Dr Martin boots, tsk. However fun watching a live game of football was, I found myself being distracted by the geriatric roller blader with an remarkable Knack (m-m-m-my sharona!) for skating in circles (backwards, no less) repeatedly without appearing to grow bored for, what I remember, as being quite a long period of time. As the rain began to get heavier, we decided that heading back to the pub where we could watch football without getting wet would not be a bad idea. A rumour started to circulate within the pub that the Delgados would be appearing on stage before the mull historical society (whoever made this decision wants firing) so the lovely Ms Sunnyset, the fantastically shy Mr Stefano, the divine Ms Idleberry, the adorable Ms Brown, some other guy with floppy hair and glasses who wants to be in Jackass and myself used public transport in the form of a taxi to get to the Royal Concert Hall just in time for the Karen Dunbar gig. She was pretty great; she made a few slip-ups, like stating that Hate was the first Delgados album, saying they were still *working* on Hate and pretty much having the cheek to stand on stage and be such an absolute prick. But what can you say, her harmonica playing was second to none. Monday the 19th of May was officially my last Higher exam, which therefore means I can leave school whenever I want, maybe I�ll wait till the last minute, make them think I�m gracing them with my presence for yet another year or perhaps I�ll leave tomorrow, put them out of their misery. I decided last month that I�m not going to University this year after all; the thought of studying at Sunderland doesn�t particularly appeal to me so I�ve decided on taking a �year out�, in which I plan to move to the city of Glasgow where I�ll gain some work experience whilst building a stronger photographic portfolio, thus giving me a better chance of getting into the University of my choice � hooray. (at this point, you might be wondering what relevance the subject of this post has to what I�ve been writing, who am I to keep you in suspense?) The topic, as I�m sure you know, is from the quite wonderful I Want the One I Can�t Have, by the Smiths which seems rather relevant to the way I feel right now. I do indeed, want the one I can�t have and it is indeed, driving me mad. So mad infact that it�s quite hard to think of anything else, which is why I�m sitting here at 4.30am writing about the weekend as a feeble attempt to take my mind off things. * Failed. Anyway, it�s now 5am and this coffee won�t drink itself. Cheerio Patrick x *It was also Morrissey�s birthday when I started this post. _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons - download MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Fri May 23 10:10:00 2003 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 10:10:00 +0100 Subject: Sinister: back, right, back, back, cross, back, left, together Message-ID: <4781104.1053684600@slir2301.central.susx.ac.uk> You know, it's not as easy as you might think, keeping the still small flame of Sinister alive and well in Brighton. For one thing, I am approximately 400 miles away from Glasgow. For another thing, the cost of living is so exorbitantly high - because after all, who WOULDN'T pay over the odds to live next to a doomed pier and amongst drugs, crime and festering rubbish? - that I cannot afford to travel to that fair city, or anywhere. Hence, I missed the smorgasbord of delights that last weekend, by all accounts, was. For a third thing, it's been bloody raining here for about seven years and everyone knows that B&S is really SUNNY DAY music. I did, however, bravely struggle out to the Mackerel Fayre on Sunday. Mackerel in various forms was, unsurprisingly, consumed, and the Salvation Army band rocked out with renditions of Lord Of The Dance and For Those In Peril On The Sea. I feel that Stuart Murdoch would have approved. Also, the nets were blessed by a vicar (in fact I think he was an Archdeacon) in order that the fishermen shall have a good catch for the whole year. Isn't that nice? Despite being unable to socialise with the Sinisterkids, I have attempted to retain a life by joining a *tango class*. At least, I went to a session last night. It is really sodding difficult. I felt about as graceful as a gorilla in concrete shoes, which is a bugger because there is NO room for manoeuvre where gender lines are concerned - the man leads and the woman follows in high heels. Despite having barely picked up the most basic step, by the end of the class I was thrust into the arms of a succession of sweaty strangers. Which some may feel is not the worst way to end an evening... but I think I might look elsewhere for my aerobic exercise - preferably somewhere that doesn't involve any contact with other human beings. Or pivoting. I'm sure we're all looking forward to Eurovision on Saturday. I'm rooting for Estonia, because their entry is called Eighties Coming Back, and also Latvia (go Baltic states!) because theirs is called Hello From Mars and so fulfils the criterion for a B&S association (Space Boy Dream in this case). But obviously Tatu will win. Actually, if it stops raining, I might resist the temptations of the tight-T-shirted ones and go and see a SAMBA PARADE - the finale of the Brighton Festival. If last night is anything to go by, watching dance is more enjoyable that actually doing it. Also if it stops raining, I might think about a Brighton picnic. It's my birthday on June 19th you know. Actually there are quite a few important Sinibirthdays in June. But more imminently, I believe New York's finest Miss Laurel has a birthday on Sunday. So think of her as you awake with your Eurovision hangovers, and smile. love Archel PS. Marianna and Sharon - soon, soon you will see the light and stop worshipping the false god Justin. I'm with Kieran and his plan for Gareth. ******* Rachel Playforth Resources Assistant Sussex Language Institute University of Sussex Falmer, Brighton BN1 9QN (+44) (0)1273 678006 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Fri May 23 21:14:08 2003 From: pinefox1 at xxx.com (P F) Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 13:14:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Manic Mungo Message-ID: <20030523201408.62341.qmail@web40402.mail.yahoo.com> 1. Rain all the way to bumping dazed and awed at a modernist monument in a green field. Memories of Muldoon in the paper, writing �Long Island� and �Hurricane Alison� in the departure lounge. Down the aisles the scraped blonde stewardesses in their cobalt skirts and orange tans. Prestwick�s desolate fields, distant water, ticketless train North through Troon to the jolt of Glasgow Central, the great wooden halls. 2. In the city of stone, rain coming and going, past Starbucks and the other chains: one shopping avenue turning into another, like an endless allegory for the world I love, the anonymous town whose geography you�ve not grasped, just bleeding street to street, leaking people. Reading about Eco over a �3 burger. Horse racing on a TV, Irish newspapers plastering the walls. George Square like a place in Alice or Talisman, a new magic spot. 3. Kelvinside, architecture, picking at phrases and buildings. Pewter Pot, thinking of how it all came together. Driven by Chu. Honey�s alive. Locals do pro jobs of Elvis and the Carpenters. The Nipper sings �This Charming Man�, just this once, to a sparkly backing track. Chu walks �Ticket To Ride�. The video looks like a scene from Glasgow Transport Museum. Dick has never sung karaoke before: a whim takes him and he redefines the whole weekend. Strange string jabs, tempo changes, mad lyrics: I can�t believe them as they flash up. �Someone left a cake out in the rain / And I don�t think I can make it / Cos it took so long to bake it / And I�ll never have that recipe again�. The second instrumental break, turning into a Bong theme, is longer than many whole songs. For days we debate it: even whether the phrase in the song is �MacArthur�s Park�. Defining. 4. The Care Bear sells cakes, others buy ale. Shearer waving across the room, saying it�s like �This Is Your Life�. Big Jim walks in to similar effect. Possibly the best disco in the world: where else would you get Twisterella, Like Lovers Do, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and The First Picture of You in a row? (Let me know.) The lad Stout is slender and elegant. There should have been a poll to declare him the best dancer. He�s John Revolting, with or without a Neutron Bomb. Watching Dicky Knee dance to Hazey Jane II, it moves me, his movement; maybe just because Nicky D always reminds me of him. So does May, I say, on another day: I understand, he says. The cops come looking for us, or maybe YOU. Perhaps they had heard about a new drug, �Cake�. 5. No mornings in Glasgow, only the provocation of an Orange band passing down a high street, its pipes poignant and militaristic at once. I�ve never heard anything like it, not so casual and close-up, and I think about our proximity to Belfast. The kids gather round the TV like it�s 1959, or really 1989. Mediocre media bands, such pointless contingencies, so meaningful at such a unique convergence. We marvel at Bowie�s plans to storm TV with the gospel according to Patricia Hewitt. 6. Back down the orange tube, dark dank and sodden, what romance a fraction of its map promises. The CD fairy has bought and brought a CD, bearing the gospel according to Marion Brent. The park drips with memory and promise. In the epic boozer only the journey from catsup thru mayonnaise to BBQ compensates for the result before us. The lads weigh up the girls and their Moomin accessories. On the pink cinders at the heart of everything we kick our frustration into the dust. I flick the ball over 96 and volley it in: he says it was like Glenn Hoddle. Then he decimates us. It�s almost an honour to lose to such quality. Jairzinho with a McGrath knee. I make the rusty bar clank. It spits back the ball. The Nipper plays with a grudge in his foot and a song in his heart. It�s �Dancing In The Dark�. Not that one. Magnificently he backheels in my corner. Zola with a Mike Joyce cardigan. 7. I practise ways of saying �That�ll be Dale Winton�s best man happy� as we descend on the many-layered labyrinth. Literally, but not figuratively, I meet Pat Nevin on his way down, greeting the passing lads who coo his sudden name. Spaceship hall of golden landing lights. Delgadoes are loud, climactic, not very eloquent. Mull Historical Society are energetic rock: everyone goes shopping. Belle and Sebastian are polished, transformed from whenever you first saw them, though maybe not from whenever you last saw them. They switch instruments like they�re REM making Out Of Time. They play them all rather well. I don�t know how they do it. I�d like to find something to complain about, but I can�t. But everyone else can: in the long post-morten (harket) the consensus is against new songs. I realize something I�d not grasped till now: * Belle and Sebastian have ceased being twee*. 8. Backstage the clan Murdoch hang out with glamour kids and Stevie W music. We go instead back to the 1960s and drink a box of beer. The passing time makes everything funnier: we don�t need �drugs�. The CD fairy disapproves of Wings. I admit, the way it keeps stopping and restarting doesn�t improve matters. I blame the CD. The CD player. The owner. The parents. The Teacher�s. The Rolling Rock. My editor drinks vodka with no chaser, like a Boy Racer seeking the greyhound of the dark hour before the dawn. We all disagree about Storytelling. Amazingly, many haven�t even heard it. And I thought *I* was no fan. Shearer shows up in the middle of a mid-night quest for a wee lassie locked in an office somewhere whom he must pick up at 3. I don�t know if he made it. I don�t know if she moved. We remember how we started, and how I ended up with more than I started with. Dicky K doesn�t remember his funniest lines, viz: a) �Sure, it�s a slippery slope, but who cares?� b) how the Nipper had made �hipster� mean �contrarian� c) �Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! The Monkey Gibbon!� You had to be there. It still wasnae funny. 9. 96 (for it is he) says �My name�s Cook � am I a cook?�. A colleen asks about films: �Has anyone seen 200 Cigarettes?�. Alasdair: �No... have you lost them?� 10. In Carsmile�s face weariness and hope strive for dominance. 11. I can�t believe the thrills of the city. I blame Love and Money. They go to my feet. A pint of Belgian beer is cheaper than a can of Foster�s in my local off-license. I look down a long table at the last supper, through smoke and daylight. Scotland has no geezer nouns but an adjective. RJG identifies �The Missing Link�. The Missing Link calls us, cruising through the gloomy Sunday. It�s nae gloomy. As soon as my editor leaves, the heavens open. Up stairs out of the pour we remember auld fitballers: Ian Ferguson, Jim Bett, John Hewitt. Tony Day. Action at Tesco�s, threats at Sainsbury�s. 12. The western road in evening light; Dicky K�s place is like Bath, an extravagant splendour. A fact-checker is something to be. � I�ve always thought Scotland has good light, he says. I agree, but then � where doesn�t? (Someone - who? - says it in print about the South of England: such claims begin to Cancel All The Way Through.) The Blue Skies enter the quiz. The thrill, the challenge, the teleology. I can�t believe how much everyone knows. The kindly lights shine a dab of their glory on me. 96 wins a bottle of vodka. If only Jerry was around to make a start on it. 13. My second kebab has no bread, no salad, just healthy stuff like chips. Jack and I eat on the pavement, remember the Czech Republic, and listen to the dark river. It crashes under night and day. I hate pool, but this is the world�s best pool hall. Wee Ailsa puts on the Sundays and Danny Wilson, and the club downstairs has to listen to it too. I disagree with everyone about Orange Juice and Aztec Camera. I can�t believe no-one considers them funky gibbons. The motorway roars at night like a concrete river. Dicky K says he likes singing, and delivers a Sandie Shaw number. 14. The East End emerging impoverished at Glasgow Cross. Old drunks saluting RJG�s air-force jacket. In the hothouse ��Heroes�� plays somewhere, air raid sirens sound elsewhere. We wonder what the obelisk is for, I wonder why the wee kids never come here, and why it�s deserted now. I read the �LLPJ� notes, and actually she comes in this direction, as you�ll all recall. Union Flag on a building: we take a vote on whether it should be a Saltire. Naturally only a Sassenach would think so. I snap a bridge without the Care Bear on it. Architecture and religion, maybe morality. The river, I say on more days than one, looks so good tonight. 15. St Enoch�s to Hillhead: I find it cool the way the kids use the tube, when I wouldn�t: reassuring me it has a purpose. At Omar Khaiam�s we have fried onion rings and a steakknife, and cops show up again. � Perhaps, says Cookie, they thought this was a criminal record. It�s Real Gone Kid. To be listening to Real Gone Kid in a pub next to Glasgow University, with rain sheeting down outside, is about as much as I can hope for at this time of life. Then �Call Me� plays, which is more than anyone could hope for. We count pubs, and agree that Jackson Browne�s �Take It Easy� beats the Beagles�. 16. You can write details about the days, and a wise man says the details are what matters. But so do the generalities: the feel, the flow, the freedom. We won�t be kids for long. We piece together the lyric in the Caernarvon, and study a map of Scotland. Oban, Mull, Peterhead, Ayr where Lloyd played in the Cristal Palice. 96 realizes something big and simple in our presence: we came early to B&S, but even we missed out on their prime. 17. The basement heaves with people and red light. A guitarist croons about �poets, kings & clowns�. I get introduced as a virgin: I sing most of my song OK. � Great song, says someone. Maybe it was the author of �all you poets, kings and clowns�. A Dutch vanilla duo sing about �spicy coffee�. The song goes �Spicy coffee, Spicy coffee, Spicy coffee, Spicy coffee / I love coffee, I love coffee, I love coffee, I love coffee / and coffee loves me�. 18. The Piping Centre is posh and spruce for its dowdy-road surroundings; the vibe is Scottish Conservative, that odd forgotten theme. I reach Buchanan Galleries and remember that it�s a shopping centre, not a gallery. In George Square I find myself in a crowd, tumbled like an Oedipa Maas into yet another strange scene: the square is filling with hundreds of working-class women who�ve marched from Kelvingrove, on their first day�s strike from working as nursery nurses. Their joy at hearing 60s records played for them, their cheers for everything the speakers say; maybe for many it�s their first demo, for I hear a delight in it that reminds me of fictional representations that I usually find unrealistic. Yet this is real. Surprise at their own unity, their capacity to do this: as women, too, maybe scorned by men � and I look at the few men here and wonder about their own sense of it, and how it all fits with trades-union masculinity and all. And that feeling of relativity: this is one strike, one issue among so many, and will never really be top of an agenda � but it means so much to them, and here and now it�s the issue that matters. Wandering at the edge of the ending crowd, I find Tommy Sheridan, CND badge on his grey suit, talking to groups of women. The first picture of him: the penultimate picture of May. 19. I walk into an old silver dream of Glasgow: out the windows of the Gallery of Modern Art I watch the plazas and bollards, coffee shops and cool people. I remember a tape I never made in May 1991: it was going to start with Goodbye Mr Mackenzie. 20. St Vincent�s Street is like Manhattan. We order lunch in the world�s best pub, under the portrait of Brian O�Nuallain. � This, I say when my Dublin Grill comes � this is the best thing ever. I have been saying it every day. We take a picture of it. Even the Guinness feels like Dalkey. Ecstasy, we agree, or perhaps he�s just hulmering me. I let him walk back to Broadway: I climb past Strathclyde to the black stone Cathedral. In the cellar I visit St Mungo�s tomb: like Pippin or is it Merry I drop a lucky penny down his well. The brass-rubbers grin kindly. A woman is asking attendants about the stained glass, talking about being a Catholic but still liking it here. � It�s all the same God, says an oldster. � Really? I think: Then why the schisms? The cobbles shine with passed rain like a BBC drama from 1990. At the airport Celtic fans sport sombreros: the departure lounge shows them the original Milan match with Wolstenholme commentary. I hope they�ll get lucky. They don�t. __________________________________ 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 mail at xxx.uk Sun May 25 07:29:43 2003 From: mail at xxx.uk (mail) Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 07:29:43 +0100 Subject: Sinister: subject yersel' to another realm Message-ID: <000301c32287$08ca2260$310187d9@default> It's been a long and lonely broken glass, broken forehead and missing mouse strewn treck, pal, but the missing slipper is now on my foot. PARENTAL GUIDANCE To be honest here, I'm in no mood for the sanctimonious sh*t. F**k off. I've had a sleepless night troubled by the bending moments of the world's longest bridge based - beaucoup moi - on a revolutionary spinal torsion system clad in anti-drag co-efficient techno glow worms and Christina Aguilera is making a damn politico correcto racket in my ears and it's all my fault. As I said I'm in no mood for argument: this is just the way it is... bear with me if you want: if not; don't: as Mamet quoted: KISS keep it simple stoopid. I'm about to make things bl**dy complicated. Plique; the fold. Just thought I'd add that in to confuse you. Com *pli* quated. See? OK. I'd be the first teenager to despise what I write as unintelligible nonsense but the difference now is, to hell with it I *know* better and I believe it is within my capacity to be, if not a 'grown up' in the conventional family-rearing sense then not least someone who's processed enough information to be both in thrall to the wonderfull results of the injection of some of the world's greatest fiscal economies in the making of teenagers as the new chosens and... distanced enough to put it in perspective: the ideology of youth, yung un, is not a wishing to be so; it is a re-treading of the boards with what seems like infinite power and if, wary as you may be it is true reaction: beware: striding before you in mock importance is a false prophet. Who, after all in their right minds would feel energy directed backwards except teachers? Forget passing the conch for a moment: just bl**dy forget it. So onto the prologue: There are certain circumstances... let's take, as an initial example Liz Burton to Michaelo Jackson. He is warped way beyond her dreams and as talented as that suggests. Both in tabloid hate mode- and who wouldn't be?- rout for these guys: the man can dance anyone's ass off and twicefold around the universe and we call the little shit a perv I mean give the guy a f**kin break. The morning sun is shining; is blinding me in bed in one of those 'God's Holy Light' moments in the circumstances that, drug-wise offer an affirmative awakening *WARNING STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS AS IF THE REST WEREN'T* of the cerebrum pleasure centers re-wired; and wait for it; I'm about to tell you here for there is action by way of 20 naked women, 20 jack daniels and SODA (not coke!!) and 20 strong hits of Brazillian tobacco. First up, some of the girls. THE GAMINE She has the perfect body. Her breasts in alignment with her bottom and the way she cocks her head side to side so with a smile and her crop topped hair: it's the cropped top that lends one to think Paris in the sixties... she almost has it were it not for the betrayal of not Americain French but lachrimose scotch and so... passing on (love you honey; really : ILOVE U) THE FERTILITY GODDESS That eloquence of dancing I mean she moves and swerves like you wouldn't believe then she, just to flatten you, makes a gravity high heeling manouvering defying thing with the mirror by the compromised lil' bar room space and, well... now she's in line of the air conditioning system that is blowing a storm in her locks as she; as she GLANCES at you. THE BRAINS Making up for all other deficiencies this girl is in the process, with a wink, to instructing some un-named fatal beauty in the art of '20's vaudeville: I'm a short guy but I'll be Tolouse Lautrec sort of short for more and more and more and WHEESHT! twirling knickers of bright red lace and, to catch up on the fatal beauty accomplice... it's doe deer territory: real gorgeous cute but in the spray cream on her inner thighs fun ... hell; pal. THE FIRE Whirling around the pole like a dervish. This incredible olympic capacity has a price, I'm afraid to say from a presbeterian outer Isles dressed in black sense. Comes at a price and this one is in a certain brittleness of spirit: each of us to match her impossible targets and,, WHOA! she made the top and she spins like, yes I've said it before but there's no time to catch up with this PHENOMENON. But as, before I could catch my breath: she has the unhappy expectation of things even greater than the magnificence of her wake. And now to the joys of the interactive TV system; the modernistimo disembodied sense of being. AH mean I'm bored of yer Marxist shit. I'm damned bored by it. I DO NOT BELIEVE. I'm sorry honey I don't. I'm trying in this old alignment of factz and esotericism to get at stuff and... let me tell you £20,000 worth of trans continental knowledge: WE do pretty patterns on the Woody Allen.. It gets little better; on the face of our pretty little planet. The bestest video on MTV's chill out channel. It goes like this: The elderly young at heart do their 'dance through joy' upper body not too excercising motions whilst: up at the top of the class is this SO GORGEOUZS .... i mean nonchalant blonde item so despairing; so good; so with it in her ugly dress. Ah'm keepin' it real: I'm a snob and I'll protect the shires from the infidels but I'll also borrow enough money to praise allah and the rest of them and I know they know I'm not enlightened enough but I'm on my way there and they and I know it. YOURS TRULY Gordon. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com Mon May 26 08:11:57 2003 From: a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com (a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 00:11:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: No one would believe me. Then. Message-ID: <20030526071201.22404.h012.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Hello people, long time, no see. Hope you're all ok. Lots of great stuff has happened since the last time I wrote. I've met The White Stripes for instance, they were super nice. And Jack was really good looking, for a boy. Eh. Yeah. He was gorgeous. And Meg was really sweet. Other from that, I recieved an e-mail from Stephen Chbosky (author, one of my absolute favourites) the other day too. He wrote the most beautiful e-mail I've ever recieved, or rather, the most beautiful WORDS anyone has even written about me. Oh my. I've been in contact with Shirley Lee and Wiz Kid Management too. Cool stuff. Fuck. I turned into a namedropper. I've always despised them. Anyways. I was out wandering about in the big forest surrounding this huge mountain outside my appartment building a couple of days ago. And it was just so painfully beautiful. Everything is green now, and I love that. I mean, in the summer, everything is equally green but spring shows every shade of green that you could think of. But, as another sinisterbite pointed out a while ago, spring also seems like the invisible invitation for overweight middle-aged balding men in khaki shorts to take off their shirts. I saw one just the other day, and that was during a walk when I saw about five people. So one out of five in that area are that kind of men. It doesn't matter how many they are, every single one is equally unpleasant to encounter. Hrrrr. I'm going to a crazy woman soon. Well, I'm the crazy one, really. It's one of them phobia-psychiatrists. My mum is paying her good money. And we don't have a lot of money. And my phobia is so stupid that it's alsmo amazing. I'm afraid of... wasps. Little, striped, innocent wasps, for you maybe. Evil, aggressive, darkminded wasp-fuckers for me. I HATE THEM SO MUCH! Today, the plan is that I'm supposed to spend some time with a wasp. Get to know him, his interests. Well no, but the spend some time thing was true. Apparently, the body doesn't calm itself down until after twenty minutes. AH! I spend as little time as possible with wasps. They're so awful. I can handle small spaces. I can handle clowns. Well, they're a bit fucked-up and I wouldn't want to meet one in an alley on a late night, but then, who would? I'm ok with dogs, and I'm ok with... er... yeah. But I'm not the freakiest one though. You can be afraid of tons of things. For example (these are real phobias): -Fear of the colour white -Fear for ugly people (...) -Fear for people who've amputated something -Fear for really long words -Fear of flutes (!) -Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth (Well just DON'T EAT IT THEN!) -Fear of food (I think I've got some sort of anti-phobia to that) -fear of memories -fear of bald people to name a few. I'm sure they're real troublesome to have. AH. I feel very sane right now, how lovely. I have to go now because I'm going to be late for my meeting with The Wasp otherwise. Urgh. I have a stomachache out out pure nervousness. If it's called that. Well, take care and look out for wasps. And that might be the last time I'm saying that. (Wohoo) Astrid P.S I will meet my first sinisterbite in June, maybe. He's called Anders and he's from Oslo, Norway and he's great. Yay! ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon May 26 13:09:42 2003 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Ross) Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 13:09:42 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Sleep your cock around In-Reply-To: <200305241026.h4OAQK401256@crockery.org>; from owner-sinister@missprint.org on Sat, May 24, 2003 at 11:26:20 +0100 References: <200305241026.h4OAQK401256@crockery.org> Message-ID: <20030526120942.GA31931@elvis.scotwebshops.com> [this was written on Saturday; this was my first chance to post it. It's not very good, but I'm going to post it anyway] ANTISOCIAL Like every night last night, I stayed in and watched the television. I stayed in and watched because Belle and Sebastian were on. What can I say about it, though? There's not much that needs to *be* said, is there? On the telly, all the best bits get edited out - the inter-song banter gets cut, the performers' relationship gets skipped by the camera. Much better to see it live, you know. I would have offered to tape the gig for people, but I've never worked out how to tune my video. I didn't bother to watch much of the Mull Historical Society, but kept flipping back and forth between the gig and Big Brother instead. See, it's just as if I'd been there. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING If I'd been *at* the gig, I wouldn't have bothered to watch on the TV. Not even the full set was shown; Step Into My Office Baby, for one, was edited out to make room for "give us everything you own, you heartless bastards" interludes. But I didn't go to the gig, so I had to make do. You can tell I wasn't at the picnic either, because otherwise all those Reporting Back posts would have mentioned me. BLAST FROM THE PAST Walking to work the other day, I saw a sign in a shop window. "Now here," it said, "GHD!". "Wow," I thought, "he's back!" We could do with him around the place again. IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING Of course, if you're going to go all Classic Sinister, subheadings IN CAPS are an absolute must. So are smutty puns in the subject line, of course, and a delicate mix of on-topicness and random wibbling. If you're one of those people that's already been on the list for six years, you'll already know all this. Some people swear by otherwise-unintelligable posts full of in-jokes, too, but they're probably best avoided. Writing them and reading them too, to tell the truth. See, if we all do this, maybe we can bring back the golden days of 1998. IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS A PUBLISHER Of course, now every man and his kitchen equipment have a blog, it's just not the same. All the people who could write *good* diary posts have wandered off elsewhere. IS THAT ALL? Probably. love xx Caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon May 26 16:29:47 2003 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 16:29:47 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: I love my car Message-ID: <20030526152947.18589.qmail@web13101.mail.yahoo.com> well well well.... here I am again.... This has been a perfect weekend for me, even more perfect than last weekend, with its B&S gigs, and picnics, winchester clubbing, and stuff. Don't get me wrong, last weekend was grand. I think pretty much everyone had fun. Last weekend was great in a social way. It was really cool. But this weekend was ready-made for me. It was my little weekend of personal fulfilment. I passed my bloody driving test! I thought I'd failed: it was a poor test by standards, although I avoided bunny hopping across the road; I didn't have the not-stopping-at-the-stop-sign issue; and there wasn't a scraping sound to be heard from the wheel and the kerb. I did bump the wing mirror of another car, much to my instant dismay, especially when the examiner grabbed the wheel and helped me. But apparently, it wasn't my fault. The woman on the other side could have been more helpful, and given me more squeezing space. My examiner was really nice. He tried to calm my nerves (the tell-tale symptom of my shaking hands and beads of sweat across my brow and the air was blue with my language) and talked about other things, telling me to take it easy. And god bless him, he passed me. May he have a long and prosperous life and may little birds tweet nicely as he walks down the street and stuff. So to celebrate, the fifth test, I went out and bought me a car. Now I just have to find a finance package and insurance policy to fit my budget. Its a shiny, brand new red VW Polo, if you were wondering. I fell in love when I saw it. In the meantime, I've been practicing my manouvers (you thought I didn't need any? oh, you!) in my brothers Punto. I probably won't be driving to any future picnics too soon, I want to get used to this whole experience of driving alone before I go out on the motorway. Don't want to rush into it, and get caught like a bunny in the headlights. Still, I'm sure eventually I'll be toddling along the M8 with my picnic hamper in the back to the nearest picnic. Be it in Edinburgh or Glasgow. Incidentally, back to that issue of the gig, and the other issue of the TV thing. Laura Llew: drop your your home addy and I'll get the video sent to you. cheers retro ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. Call 08709 000032 to give or donate online now at http://www.samaritans.org/support/donations.shtm +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 r_gillanders at xxx.com Mon May 26 18:32:44 2003 From: r_gillanders at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Richard=20Gillanders?=) Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 18:32:44 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: here are some flowers. Message-ID: <20030526173244.26327.qmail@web13802.mail.yahoo.com> I'm missing the touch I had more than once. but it is not lost. I've lost the touch I once had. but is this fortune or mis-? take. for example. everything. apologies would be lost on you. but you're not missing them. YOU CAN NEVER EVER DIE I fell for you. and what a way. away from here. I'm living. in my mind. I have nothing to worry about. take. for example. everything. I was there. I was not the only one. not for a change. of direction: upwards and onwards. I am more a part of things than ever. but apart from things. apart from most things. I am living. forever. for now. is forever. now? now and forever. more. shall be seen. or else. everything is a trial. now is a trial. everything is forever. until. no more. lonely nights. never be another. day or night. I'm always there. there is away. there is a way. to there. I will go. and return. return. return. return. return. return. enter? SHIFT. titles need not have meaning. meaning that. titles are only titles. and not everything. titles are not forever. titles are not a trial. subject? yourself to[o]. whatever. you like. or. need. to. have. or. want. to. have. to. have. to. have. to. have. to. have. and to. hold. the front page. should have titles on? it shouldn't not be forever. trying. to be. or not. to be. that is. the question: weather, etc. I like rain with sun. I like rain without sun. and maybe me. reign with son. forget. me. not. to go on: YOU CAN'T EVER NEVER DIE better out than in. better out than in? better in than out. whether in or out. weather out. always. almost. out. for the count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5. whatever it was. that was. counted. when I awoke. birds. you can't ever never die. to say you could would be a lie. if it ought to be or not to be. life cannot be bought. if not to me, it ought to be. love can be brought. wait and see. weight and sea. problems. for everything. for forever. I'd like to see the sea weighed. in a way. with scales. under. and in. and everything. forever. and not just by calculation. for calculation is worth zero. I think I've found a problem with my equations: everything is not forever. not always. not forever. not always. anyway. any way. you can. do. can do. this guy says the horse can do. his name is paul revere. and here's a guy who says if the weather's clear. I am paul revere. I like mud. I am no bum steer. valentine's epitaph. __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. Call 08709 000032 to give or donate online now at http://www.samaritans.org/support/donations.shtm +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon May 26 21:16:48 2003 From: professorpaulo at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Paul=20Field?=) Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 21:16:48 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Esture haciendo crecer fresas Message-ID: <20030526201648.70165.qmail@web20610.mail.yahoo.com> Hello sinister, It’s been a while since I did any REPORTING BACK but as I have been to see our fellow beloveds twice in less than a week, I suppose I should pull my ever-increasing weight. Isa thinks enough has been said about Glasgae so I shall skip that and head off to the sunnier and drier climate of Barcelona. Or so I believed. I went about things a slightly odd way, getting the train to Paris, meeting up with Elena the frog, getting the Train to paris and then being picked by Frederic and driving to Barcelona in what was, for my pale English skin, blistering heat. The reason was a question of money, and I convinced myself that it was a good way to “see France”. Of course you can see a country from its motorways. We arrived, met up with the wonderful company of Maria, Jordi, Nal and Aitor dropped our bags off and went out to....queue. It was somewhat reminiscent of the bowlie extravanganza only there was no impromptu entertainment from any of Belle & Sebastian. Instead our entertainment came in the form of a couple from Tolouse who were out of their tetes on something or other. Oh, and I have to admit that the fact the queue was packed with very pretty girls was an added bonus, though it goes without saying that none compared to our own Maria and Elena. It was clearly going to be an eventful weekend, we realised this when the entry system involved having a magnetic card which was then associated with your finger prints and to enter the venue you had to first register your finger prints with your card (hence the queue) and then whenever you entered both were checked. I think I am now known as Paul “Freaky Fingers” Field as this took around....100 scans of my fingers on the Friday night and resulted in my missing the go betweens and half of yo la tengo. So I suppose I have half of it. To cut to the chase, B&S were fantastic. The only slight dissapointment was that the playlist was very similar to the prior week in Glasgow - but as Nal pointed out, the band probably thought nobody was stupid enough to go to both. The only difference that sprang to my mind was the inclusion of “get me away from here” in spain. I was glad to stay. Stuart was once again resplendent in silver scuds and wearing a tight tshirt showing off his pecs and biceps. I almost wanted to fall into his arms myself. The night ended with an encore and another cover version to add to the list - a joint effort between Belle and sebastian and teenage fanclub of Big Star’s “September gurls” Then...after being awake for almost 24 hours it was time to sleep. For all of 6 hours before it started again with the realisation that I had left my camera at the gig after they had taken it off me saying I wasn’t allowed it in the venue. We went off to see Pipas give a typically nigh on shambolic yet still charming performance before doing a bit of the old tourist route which I shan’t bore you with as this isn’t a rough guide. Then saturday night came and so did the rain. How often does it rain in Barcelona? I don’t live there, I’ve never been there before, but I am sure it’s not bloody often. We went to see loads of bands but I shan’t list them as you’ll all get horribly jealous and want to stab me. Or maybe fuck me with knives. It amounts to the same thing I am sure. I will say Sonic Youth rocked with a captical RRR in places but will tedious and dull in other places, I loved wire but I stood alone in that opinion. I thought Fred was with me until we left the tent and he smiled and took his earplugs out. I have never been a fan of the white stripes but they were admitttedly rather good and RRR ocked too though they did tread dangerously close to led zepellin style warbling at times. Oh, and the camera. Yup, it had been stolen. Yo la tengo? ¿quién lo tiene? And now, even though its 9pm, its time for bed. Hopefully until Broadcast on Friday... Adios Amigos, Paul __________________________________________________ It's Samaritans' Week. Help Samaritans help others. 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I can call mine. and now this long long long is about to fade out. it is getting to and end and I can feel that taste in my mouth. the taste that I wouldn't like and want to fell. something that tells me I haven't taken the most of it. and, yes, sometimes, it only happens once a lifetime. and, yes, a lifetime is a sometimes a long long time. no matter how short it is. I was staying on the grass somewhere in the park. and I could feel it softer and I could see it greener, and smell it sharper, and still feel like I was not part of all this game and the things which is moving around. I could see my self, like reflected in the sky, projected somewhere else, listening to the bird sing, because there was no human voices close enough, which were talking to me. so I look and listen all around, and to remember the lesson that the morning had tried to teach me. one day at down. but will the flower and the trees hadn't any time for me. will have they one day? might be when I'll lay down. finally. I want to remember things exactly how they happen on that funny day. drink another glass of wine?? can be a good idea. take care your (quite sinister) stefano //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// falling asleep no warring about the curtains +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 elenita99 at xxx.com Tue May 27 12:38:08 2003 From: elenita99 at xxx.com (elenita 99) Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 13:38:08 +0200 Subject: Sinister: More REPORTING BACK from Barcelona Message-ID: Hola amigos, Although Gingerfox Paul-Freaky-Fingers (and guess who had to stand there translating it all in order so they would let Mr Freaky Fingers in the festival area? yes, me!) gave you quite some details about the fantastic weekend we spent in Barcelona, I shall add a few things in order to all get you jealous. First of all, some CONTENT (so you won't have to read until the end to get what you want, how nice of me) Stuart was indeed very foxy in his silver pants, as Lucy pointed out recently. Although a special mention goes to Mick who was just looking cute in a very classy shirt, and rocked quite a lot while playing guitar with a foot on the amp in front of him. As for the set itself, I thought it was good, but then being just in front of the stage helped quite a lot (even if I ended up half deaf). We had a couple of new songs, including one by Stevie called "Travelling light" that I didn't like very much and one by Stuart that was good (but I don't remember how it's called, shame on me). We also had some of my fave songs EVER live, Judy and Dirty Dream, which got me jumping around and grinning like an idiot. But the guy next to me was also grinning like an idiot, so it was fine. All in all, a good gig. More CONTENT: thanks to Jordi, the hypest kid in Barcelona, I got to shake Stuart's hand on the following night and talk to him for three minutes (do I sound really cool and detached when I say this? Because let me tell you I was just DEAD EXCITED inside but tried to go "hey hi there, how's it going?" like it happens everyday that I meet the frontman of my fave band in the whole world). So that was even more excitment. Although he does not wear his silver pants to hang around in the festival and watch bands, damnit. As for the rest, we attended a fair amount of gigs, including a interesting set by Adam Green, a good one from Migala, an ok-ish gig by Future Bible Heroes, some far too noisy songs by Wire, some good rocking performance by Sonic Youth, and a RAWKING hour of pure rock'n'roll by the White Stripes, the best band of the weekend (after B&S, that is). At that stage of the night it was 2 in the morning, rain pouring down and everybody soaking wet, and these guys got thousands of people jumping around under the rain and shaking their bums all around the place. Man, this was good. As for the weekend itself, it was exhausting: lots of beer, lots of gigs (my legs still hurt), lots of driving (how nuts do you have to be to drive down to Barcelona for the weekend??), lots of languages spoken hence lots of confusion in my mind, lots of rain at some point, and lots of tortilla sandwiches (eer no that is a good thing actually) I also got to meet new people (hello, you know who you are) and failed to meet some more (sorry Don!), and did not even mind about not getting sun tanned. That's it, you know it all. Mmm I also took a couple of pictures (at least I didn't get my camera stolen, tsk) so if any of them is worth a look I shall scan them and let you know. Hasta la vista babies, Elena _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 clj106 at xxx.uk Tue May 27 18:13:33 2003 From: clj106 at xxx.uk (mummy i've grazed my knee) Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 18:13:33 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Can everyone put away their crayons please Message-ID: <000401c32473$4db8c6e0$09842090@csrv.ad.york.ac.uk> Don't you ever just want to draw on the walls lots? Not proper drawings, just scribble, all over the show. Yum I haven't been around these parts for a very long time, but today I finished my degree, so I thought I'd celebrate by catching up with an old friend. I only got 2 hours sleep last night because I was very nervous, so please excuse the appallingly crass, abrupt and generally nonsensical nature of this e-mail. POOEY BOTTOM Oooh! Have you ever been so excited you don't know what to do with yourself? I've worked solidly, day in, day out for the last ten weeks and now I'm free I feel a little lost and confused. I've forgotten how to do nothing. I wrote about God today - it seemed a suitably fitting subject to end my 17 year endurance of the British education system on, but the conclusion to the last essay I will ever have to write was a rather lacklustre shrug of the shoulders and heavy sigh rather than some insightful theory on the nature of religious inclusivism. Now I've worried myself. BELLE AND SEBASTIAN I had banned myself from listening to them for the whole of last term because the music made me too happy, and being happy is never conducive to a good work ethic. I look forward to a dance in my room this evening. I haven't read sinister for ages, I hope I don't start a horrid trend here where everybody posts and nobody reads. What's going on with the shiny Betamax? I read that it is out in the States on 17th June. Do we get it here? I don't have one of those shiny Betamax players though, so I'd just have to try and watch it using a gramophone or something. SINISTER AND SURROUNDING VILLAGES PARISH NEWS I've heard on the YSM grapevine that there are lots of new people moving in to the stylish semi-detached estates in the north east corner of the village, and lots of them come from far away. This scares me. Not because they're new, that's grate, but because I can't cope with change. I didn't want them to build in the field next to me, but when they did and I saw that all the nice new people had moved in, I felt a grate joy. It's difficult to leave your old cardigan behind sometimes. Do people still use headings, drink Ribena and spell grate like that? YSM I'm sure that the York Sinister Massive must make this the most twee university in the whole world and that's nothing but nicely grate. Next year, I get to take over running the twee university because I'm President of our Students' Union which is possibly the most scary thing in the whole world. I'm only 21 and I've got a budget of half a million to look after, about 40 members of staff under me and a say in how to run a university. I'm really frightened. This e-mail is turning rubbish, it's all about me and that's not very interesting How are you sinister? You should call round for some Ribena later and we can catch up. I particularly like the apple flavour one. I know it's a bit nouveau and all, but one has to live a little. I've missed you. Let me never leave you alone again. Chris Jones. xxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Wed May 28 14:47:49 2003 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 15:47:49 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: final (?) primavera comments Message-ID: <5915.1054129669@www60.gmx.net> hi, i just wanted to add that i thought mogwai were the best band (gig) in barcelona, incredibly beautiful and unreal and headsmashingly loud and earstrokingly tender and quiet at the same time... of course b&s were amazing, so were sonic youth and arab strap, plus... i was lucky enough to arrive in barcelona on wednesday night already, so i could see godspeed you! black emperor at the primavera launch party on thursday night...absolutely amazing. that was all, sorry i couldn't speak longer to paul and elena...too many people in the end to find you again. all the best, anne. -- +++ GMX - Mail, Messaging & more http://www.gmx.net +++ Bitte lächeln! 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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 Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Wed May 28 15:11:30 2003 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 15:11:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: I don't need beer goggles, but I wear them anyway Message-ID: Well well. The last few days have seen a return to Classic Sinister (TM). As in, lots of reporting back, smutty puns, in-jokes, and a completely unintelligible post from Mr Gillanders. More. Onwards. As has been pointed out before, I've been on this list for far too long, and really should go out and get a life. Six years. It's just not in my character, you know. The fact that this summer marks eight years since I became a student, and I still haven't got round to getting a proper job, has nothing to do with it. Onwards. GLASGOW It's a place in Scotland, you know. So of course it was going to rain all bloody weekend. Still, it provided an excuse to forget this whole pretence of having a civilised picnic in the park, and just go to the pub instead to watch the football and get drunk. And Everybody was there. If you weren't there, you just don't count. Sorry. And if you were there, chances are by the end of the evening you were incapable of counting. There was much talking, much laughter, and much more drinking. What more do you need to know? Nothing. Onwards. There was a gig later of course. The Delgados sounded half-decent; they might have sounded fully decent if I'd made it in time to see the first half of their set. The Mull Historical Society sounded grate from the TV in the bar, because nobody could be bothered to watch them. And because they didn't see alcohol inside the hall. Belle and Sebastian sounded, but not for as long as we would have liked. Stupid curfew. Richard wasn't gurning as much as normal behind the drum-kit. Stevie looked the epitome of cool, until he sat down behind the keyboard, which was set at the right height for the considerably shorter Chris, so Stevie ended up looking like a schoolboy trying to learn the piano. And Stuart looked, well, silver. To be honest, I spent the first half of the set hoping I wouldn't get hit on the head by the boom camera which was sweeping alarmingly close to my head; and the second half of the set realising that having that many pints isn't a good idea if you're going to be! standing up for an hour without being able to go to the toilet. Still, it was fun. Onwards. I hate name-dropping, don't you? So I won't talk about chatting to the delightful Sarah and others at the after-show party. Onwards. MORE CONTENT A reliable source tells me that the band are hoping to get the new album finished in time for it to come out in about October or November. But hey, this is B&S we're talking about, so I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you. Whenever it does end up appearing, there will be a proper tour to accompany. The same reliable source also solved the mystery of Roy Walker - no, the song isn't about the grate Catchphrase presenter. It originally had another name, but a mis-hearing occurred within the band, and the new name stuck. Unfortunately I was rather drunk at the time, and can't remember the original name - I think it might have been Day Walker or something along those lines. I was onto about my twenty-third pint of the weekend by that point, and concentrating very hard on not doing anything too embarrassing, so you'll have to excuse me. Onwards. NUL POINTS Hey, someone had to bring it up. The most comical event of the year so far. A moment to be proud of. In years to come, people will ask where you were when the UK scored nul points at the Eurovision Song Contest. Was it because of a backlash from the Iraq war? Was it because there were technical problems on stage? Or was it just because the song was crap? Either way (can you say 'either way' when there are three options? There's a problem for all you grammar fans out there...), it was bloody funny. The only people I feel sorry for are the ones playing the Eurovision drinking game who drew the UK out of the hat. Of course, the way to win is to belly-dance to a song nicked wholesale from Shakira's 'Ojos Asi'. It's so simple really. Maybe we should all club together to persuade B&S to enter next year? After all, it we can fix the voting so that they win a Brit award, we should be able to fix the voting for Eurovision as well. Onwards. I LUV HEADINGS. THEY'RE G!R!A!T!E!. Onwards. Big Stu Sinister - where the women are beautiful, and the men aren't fussy. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 greenstar33 at xxx.com Wed May 28 20:50:31 2003 From: greenstar33 at xxx.com (Tamra Thomas) Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 15:50:31 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Sinister: stumbling through the daises Message-ID: <20030528195031.5A7A7B6EB@xmxpita.excite.com> yes, unfortantly i lack the grace to stroll... the loneliness of a middle distance runner (my current favrite belle and sebastian song) was a book that was published in the sixties, i wonder if there is any connection to the name of the song. the content of the book is far from the content of the song, but interesting none the less. maybe everyone already knows this, maybe my knowledge of music is not as grand as i would like to think. hi. i have never posted to the list before...i was just given a voice. Yea! i have being reading all the posting for a while now, and it is nice to be able to express my enjoyment of belle and sebastian with a group of people who know their music so well. i live far from scotland, and although a lot people know who belle and sebastian are here in seattle, not too many are as insane about them as i am. i often find myself quoting their songs in conversation, and only a few of my close friends get the jokes, and now there is a whole new world of people that will my silly quotations and that makes me happy. you will hear from me again, whether you want to or not. have a good day, tamra "she thought it would be fun to try pornography, she thought it would be fun to try most anything, she was tired of sleeping"-bs _______________________________________________ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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Message-ID: <005701c3255f$0d7ca820$7cd9193e@default> dear shimmery sinistereenies, i've been thinking of you and the things you do to me that make me love you and, quite frankly, now i'm living in ecstasy. makes leaving the house rather difficult, i can tell you. and its a little messy. TITFUCKER there has been much talk of the old sinister re-surfacing recently. i don't remember the ancient sinister. i do remember the slightly elderly, mildly geriatric sinister and all i can say is there isn't nearly enough mention of bumsex to recreate that old atmosphere. i suggest you resolve this forthwith. TITFUCKER i also notice that headings are back in vogue. sadly, i gave mine away to help the aged. god, if only i'd kept them. could have marked them up, sold them on.. or maybe i could just have pulled them out of the cupboard, blissfully unaware that i'm far too old for such things these days. TITFUCKER so i'm using this heading. just the one. why over-do it? its so marvellously descriptive on its own. and, like the buddha once said, repetition rocks, brothas! actually, repetition rock is a little place in the south of australia. inhabited only by the ghosts of ancient sand dunes. and even they're looking for somwhere better. TITFUCKA so, its been a busy day. i've been writing a letter of complaint to belinda carlisle. here it is, so far: 'dear belinda, you are a lying bitch. i believed all that crap you came out with. i saw you as a wise seer-ess, and i followed your gospel to the ends of the earth. quite literally. cost me a fortune in taxi fares. and i can now, categorically, confirm that heaven is NOT a place on earth. or not somewhere that birmingham taxi drivers have heard of, anyway. you know what you can do with your metaphysical chicanery? you can stick it up your bum, and have bumsex, that's what you can do... you you you TITFUNKAH anyway, you can make recompesne for this grevious deception by sending me a flurry of chorus boys, all tied up in red ribbon, and twenty grand. and a photo. its for my aunty. honest. she's your biggest fan.' i won't hold my breath, though. i had to write to yazz several times before i got her to admit that there was, indeed, a direction other than up. perhaps its just the eighties coming back, as the estonian eurovision entry so wisely opined. personally, i hope the 80s (or, as i like to think of them, the dark, dark days before i discovered bumsex) don't come back. this new decade doesn't know what it is yet. it'll only get confused if we thrust an old identity upon it. the estonian singer seemed quite angst-ridden by the prospect as well. or perhaps it was because he'd looked in a mirror and witnessed what he was about to wear to go on stage. the best entry by far was, as always, the german entry. they have clearly been researching their target audience, and their song was a weighty, philosophical exploration of the essential sadness at the heart of modernity. why? they asked... why? does the girl in high heels look so sad? to which, as we all know, there is no satisfactory answer... except the one they proposed... 'let's be happy, and let's be gay.' well, why not? its very sensible advice. TITILOVEMYFUCK-CAR ah, but they don't make eurovisions like they used to, do they? remember the old eurovisions? remember the glory glory days of 'a bi ne be a bi ne bo?' and 'la la la la?' everything these days is merely a pale imitation. even darkness is a bit lighter than i remember it. and the immense slackening void just doesn't scare me any more. not much. speaking of imitiations, i was reading 'lions and shadows' by christopher isherwood (its not his best...try 'a single man' instead, which is very good, but anyway that's not the pont to this..) the other day and there's a part in the story where christopher takes what he calls ink snapshots. i suppose if you're going to copy somebody, it may as well be our chris (as they called him down the local working men's club) but i still felt a bit disillusioned, as i thought it was the invention of stu david (as they call him at 'manana's slap, sauna and steam emporium'). 1956, this was. anyone who can find an earlier use of the ink polaroid wins a PRIZE. oh yes. fastest fingers first, now.... TITFUCKARMA yeah, like the buddha once said, the more the world is changing the more it stays the same. and he's right. i don't know why, even so, there's a moment every now and then when the unexpected hits you between the eyes. perhaps that's the surprise, you see. everyone agrees that the past was rather a lot better than the present. the present would be okay, if only it would be a bit less like it is. of course, the past wasn't quite so good when it WAS the present. oh no. because then it wasn't the past. what this says for the future can be summed up in a few short words. yes its true what they say-ay-ay better the devil you know. aint that the truth? i think it was socrates that said that, yknow. until another day, my dears, let's be happy and let's be friends. and remember, its not the men in your life, its the cock up your jaxy. oh no, that wasn't what i meant to say at all. oh hang on, yes, it was. xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 retrosec at xxx.uk Wed May 28 22:30:48 2003 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 22:30:48 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: disturbing sights Message-ID: <20030528213048.13034.qmail@web13115.mail.yahoo.com> I'd been busy thinking about my trip to the bank this afternoon, where I had proven my ability to get what I want, although to be honest, I said very little to do that. I'd gone into the bank, which was a miles walk from the office. I'd wanted a transfer of money to another bank account, and when the girl said it would cost me, I said "why?". She explained, so I asked her to close my account. That was all it took for the manager to take me into a little room and do the transfer for free, provided I kept my account open. This was a new experience. I suppose I can be, on occasion, rather frosty, but generally I tend to accept the rules as they lie. I just didn't want to walk another mile down the road, with a cheque in my pocket, then have to wait for the cheque to clear. In the middle of this, the rther sweet salesman from the car dealership called me, and I must have still been in Ice Maiden mode, because he sounded a bit hesitant when I answered. I was sitting on the train, feeling a bit guilty for being a moody cow, especially to the nice salesman, and perhaps slightly to the over-helpful manager of the bank. I didn't mean to be, it just came out that way. The train trundled away from the platform at Sighthill, in Edinburgh. As it passed by some council flats, I took a look in through the windows of the owners, casually. A broad shouldered, tatooed shaved headed man, standing topless in his living room, wearing tracksuit bottoms and holding something that looked like a squigey for a window. >From another, a child. Probably about 4 or 5 years old, with long blonde hair, wearing a white tshirt and white shorts and socks and trainers. She was standing by the window, and was climbing out. The window itself was large from the floor upwards, with about a foot at the bottom of fixed glass. I watched her as she climbed out, leaning her feet and legs to the left, and slowly, but surely, making her way out the window. By the time she had passed from sight, she was dangling from the first floor window, by her fingertips. Below her was a little white picket fence, marking out a patch of flowerbed that someone had designated. It changed my thoughts completely. My thoughts on the train. I've not been able to get those thoughts of that little girl out of my head. That little girl in her white t shirt and shorts. I wonder what happened. I've consoled myself with the thought that I couldn't do anything from a moving train, nor could I call anyone, as I don't even know what street that council flat is on. But I wonder tonight, what happened. Did her parent catch her in time? Did she fall? At worst, did she perhaps break a leg or an arm, that will make her feel sorry for herself and hopefully take away her fearlessness? My imagination is running away with me about that white picket fence. Not a very high one, just a cheap one from any DIY store. Imagining crimson red on the white fence, and her white clothes. I shudder to think. You read these stories in the papers, but to see it potentially unfold before your eyes, when there is nothing you can do, and nothing you could have done to prevent it. And to see her, dangling, literally, by her hands, by the edge of her fingers. She was going to jump. I don't think she realised how far it was to the ground below. Yours, retrosec ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus - For a better Internet experience http://uk.promotions.yahoo.com/yplus/yoffer.html +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 May 29 15:41:41 2003 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 16:41:41 +0200 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?End_of_june_picnic(s):and_early_call!?= Message-ID: Dear Sinister The season has definitely arrived. The sun is shining, tress has flowered and blossomed and are all dressed in shiny green reflecting leaves. The surface is melting when one’s walking his way down to the tube or the bus stop, of course if you don’t have the comfort of a nice green lane one your way, but, the most interesting of the things is that people show the bizarre tendency of wearing sunglasses till about well midnight. Which is amazing as much as puzzling. This is all quite a bit of nonsense. Anyway, in few weeks woo-uuhh Glasto! Why woo uuh! I can’t really go! Damn me! (indeed I will be on a short visit To Rhode Island [this is a pale tentative of some content, sorry] in the United States I was wondering if any sinister in the area fancy well might be a pic-nic??? well that would be my first picnic in the US, not that I have been there many times, and also my first conference there. Hope they won’t select me for a talk because that would be S!c!a!r!Y! = help = some drinks. I have heard that there is still some residue of prohibitionist legislation in some states there, is it true or just rumbling ignorance of mine? Anyway, yes, I’ll be back write in time to miss glasto, which this year appears to be terrific, even if our beloved ones are going to be there, which make it just a little bit less bitter missing it for.. just a few hours indeed. “Accipicchia” would say my granddad. But !AGAIN! what about a picnic in London ? [yes this was just a long story to get to this I would admit that!] All the ones who didn’t make it for glasto, or who just don’t give a thing to that or just want to meet somewhere on the top of the hill, and have fish&chips, lalalalala, who don’t do drugs (would you belive it?) and all his friends are on a holiday (to Glasto, probably, damn them!). Let’s get you can and cake ready and bring a football and eventually your dancing shoes you’ll never know what will happen in the never ending London’s night .[ moreover it has hile since last Mr. Ken P. Chu sinister galore picnic bowling weekender!..] Looking at the calendar the most suitable day seems to be the 28th june so this is a relatively early call, but it is never too early if someone is kind of the messy I can be, and often am mhmhmh that sound like being a scary picnic mum (until is not !s!c!a!r!y! that can do ) .. yes, well if anyone fancy the idea please keep in contact!!! More instruction to follow Week end and distant island (though I think rhode island isn’t a proper island is it gross ignorance exposed) Yours Stefano (almost steady-state) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 May 29 15:40:06 2003 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 16:40:06 +0200 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?end_of_june_pinnic(s):_an_early_call?= Message-ID: Dear Sinister The season has definitely arrived. The sun is shining, tress has flowered and blossomed and are all dressed in shiny green reflecting leaves. The surface is melting when one^Òs walking his way down to the tube or the bus stop, of course if you don^Òt have the comfort of a nice green lane one your way, but, the most interesting of the things is that people show the bizarre tendency of wearing sunglasses till about^Å well^Å midnight. Which is amazing as much as puzzling. This is all quite a bit of nonsense. Anyway, in few weeks woo-uuhh Glasto! Why woo uuh! I can^Òt really go! Damn me! (indeed I will be on a short visit To Rhode Island [this is a pale tentative of some content, sorry] in the United States^Å I was wondering if any sinister in the area fancy^Å well might be a pic-nic???^Å well that would be my first picnic in the US, not that I have been there many times, and also my first conference there. Hope they won^Òt select me for a talk because that would be S!c!a!r!Y! = help = some drinks. I have heard that there is still some residue of prohibitionist legislation in some states there, is it true or just rumbling ignorance of mine? Anyway, yes, I^Òll be back write in time to miss glasto, which this year appears to be terrific, even if our beloved ones are going to be there, which make it just a little bit less bitter missing it for.. just a few hours indeed. ^ÓAccipicchia^Ô would say my granddad. But !AGAIN! what about a picnic in London ? [yes this was just a long story to get to this^Å I would admit that!] All the ones who didn^Òt make it for glasto, or who just don^Òt give a thing to that or just want to meet somewhere on the top of the hill, and have fish&chips, lalalalala, who don^Òt do drugs (would you belive it?) and all his friends are on a holiday (to Glasto, probably, damn them!). Let^Òs get you can and cake ready and bring a football and eventually your dan ever know what will happen in the never ending London^Òs night^Å.[^Åmoreover it has been a while since last Mr. Ken P. Chu sinister galore picnic bowling weekender!..] Looking at the calendar the most suitable day seems to be the 28th june^Å so this is a relatively early call, but it is never to early if someone is kind of the messy I can be, and often am^Åmhmhmh^Å that sound like being a scary picnic mum^Å(until is not !s!c!a!r!y! that can do^Å) .. yes, well if anyone fancy the idea please keep in contact!!! More instruction to follow Week end and distant island (though I think rhode island isn^Òt a proper island is it^Å gross ignorance exposed) Yours Stefano (almost steady-state) //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// takes a long time sometimes but is worth to find how pinback ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Thu May 29 16:23:36 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 16:23:36 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Javelin flight Message-ID: Hello sinister, In the tradition of fucking up the program, there is no smut or sub-headings in capitals, or whinging, in this post. Yeah, we're all individuals innit. --- Yay, it seems that the summer is finally here. In honour of the arrival of the summer I went schwimmin' yesterday. It was excellent although when I got there I realised that the last time I went swimming before that was like 2 years ago, and that time I went swimming I couldn't swim! Haha, I remembered those facts just as I was drowning at the bottom of the pool. It wasn't even a Municipal Pool so there wasn't even a Junior Lifesaver (whose friend are all Serious Ravers) to save me. But I survived, due to my excessive rock and rollness that kept me afloat. My rock and rollness otherwise known as the grabby bit on along the sides of the pool. ---- Tamra Thomas talked (<-- alliteration!) about "Loneliness of The...", I might be wrong but I think the book is actually called "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner", which incidentally is also the name of an IRON MAIDEN RAWK EXTRAVAGANZA, mmmmm \mm/. Haven't read the book though. And for those of you who like to do everything B&S, I've just searched on the web and there's a FILM with that title (I guess it's made of the book), available on DVD. http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000089ASP/ref=sr_aps_dvd_1_1/202-7 525788-4983841 .. mmm Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner DVD on Amazon for £16.99... incidentally, I wonder when the B&S DVD is coming out. ---- Anyhow. The best posts on sinister are obviously the ones that involve BITCHINESS AND/OR WHINGING... Here are my choice of the top five best ever posts to sinister... 5) http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200208/msg00023.html 4) http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200108/msg00050.html 3) http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200101/msg00348.html 2) http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200202/msg00089.html and my personal favourite... 1) http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200210/msg00060.html TFFT Ken P.S.: Someone buy Patrick Doyle some glasses for his birthday for he keeps talking about seeing people who were never there. ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 dirtyvicar at xxx.net Sat May 31 12:49:50 2003 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 12:49:50 +0100 Subject: Sinister: friend of the stars Message-ID: I went to a concert last night by Japanese outfit Acid Mothers Temple (actually various sub-projects thereof) and met a chap from popular local band the Rollers/Sparkers. My special friend was wearing an ampersand t-shirt, and this triggered a conversation about the band. Mr R/S is one of those people who feel that B&S went all wrong when other members of the band started being let write & sing songs. I asserted in the strongest possible terms that this is an objectively false view which will not be tolerated when the Republic of Tobit is inaugurated. The Acid Mothers Temple bands rocked like motherfuckers. Main AMT guy Kawabata Makoto engaged all forward thinking people with his guitar dronings, which managed to incorporate that Occitanian tune 'La Novia' that AMT love so much. The Pardons (Higashi Hiroshi & mad woman Cotton Casino) served up some quirky synth music that some felt was the weak link of the evening. Then our night was rounded off by Tsurabami (Makota on guitar, Hiroshi on bass, and Emi Nobuko on drums (bollocks, do Japanese people have their surnames first or second? Ah well, in this context it doesn't really matter)). This was the most straightforwardly hard rocking of the three acts. It would be great if B&S were more like AMT... if they all lived on an island together in a somewhat cultish setup, and all were in sub-bands which staffed by subsets of the B&S collective. Eh, why would this be great? It just would, trust me on this. The Acid Mothers Temple Soul Collective are playing various other concerts in these islands over the next week or so... if they play near you you should go and see them. In other developments, I feel I must tell you that important Dublin band The Jimmycake are playing in London next Friday at the ICA with Manitoba (are Manitoba an Irish band? I don't know). The Jimmycake's textured instumental sounds might appeal to London based Sinister subbers, or it might not. There will be a lot of them onstage, so you'll get good value for money. and now I will roll away and leave you alone, bless 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 raskolnikoff_01 at xxx.com Sat May 31 16:28:53 2003 From: raskolnikoff_01 at xxx.com (Rask) Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 16:28:53 +0100 (GMT/BST) Subject: Sinister: Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 16:28:15 +0100 Message-ID: I would like to add to dirty vicars endorsement of the jimmycake gig in london. Manitoba are pretty grate too, you sinister hepsters will love it. Now im not comparing the music, because I don't like to do that but anyone that likes godspeed, jagga jazzist, mogwai, do make say think etcetera will probably get a kick out of them. they kick fucking ass live. rask (olnikoff) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 james.thorniley at xxx.com Sat May 31 17:16:56 2003 From: james.thorniley at xxx.com (James Thorniley) Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 17:16:56 +0100 Subject: Sinister: This town is too hot Message-ID: <000001c32790$0e56f6a0$4b852090@csrv.ad.york.ac.uk> Well, its definitely summer. You can tell because all the girls start wearing funny shaped t-shirts that loop around here and there revealing random bits of flesh just when you weren't expecting it. Breifly glasgow reporting back. Jen described most of our wonderful trip (http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00061.html) but missed out later bits so I will just mention the gig. Well, we were both quite tired from walking around in a massive circle (we got lost) in the afternoon, so I was kind of regretting getting standing tickets. Fortunately we sat out Mull Historical Society (or Dull Historical Society, as Carsmile mused, do you see what he did there?) and so had the energy for B&S. Having got quite drunk the night before, I only had one bizarre and disgusting tasting bitter type drink, and thus experienced B&S sober. They are really good that way too! Stuart's trousers were difficult to take your eyes off, except to look at the cellist replacing Isobel. She was quite stunning, sort of the icing on the cake of Isobel leaving. Someone mentioned there might be a new album on the way in November ish. Haha. Also I like the nostalgia about going back to classic sinister and stuff. Haha. Lets all sit down and have a nice cup of tea and complement each others cardigans and discuss how Stuart Murdoch would make a great porn star. It would seem that you should not hang around near me if you value your knee caps. I recall recently cracking knees with Casarotto at sinister football, then Miss Jennifer Knutsson maimed herself in Glasgow (at least in part my fault), and yesterday it was Sam "Orc?" Walton's turn to be horribly wounded in the mid leg region. Whoops. Oh well, If thou a bruised knee hast, Mr Samuel N. Walton, Then knowest thee what it is to be Jennifer Knutsson Goodbye James 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 le_lotus_bleu at xxx.com Sat May 31 23:15:11 2003 From: le_lotus_bleu at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?B?RmxldXIgQulsYW5nZXI=?=) Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 22:15:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Frankfurt-Berlin Message-ID: Hallo! Finally I'll go to Berlin, I don't really know why, but I always wanted to go to Berlin. After a lot of hard work I decided that I worth a trip! For the first time in my life I'll be travelling on my own, with my own money, for me it will be completely different from all other trips I’ve done before. The last week I've been planning what to do, what to see, so if there's someone out there that can give me some advice of nice places to go or even that would like to meet me, that would be great. By the way, I’ll be leaving Rome on the 15th of July to Frankfurt and I'll be in Berlin on the 16th to the 22nd of July. Tschuess! _________________________________________________________________ Comunica in un ’altra dimensione con MSN Extra Storage! http://www.msn.it/msnservizi/es/extra_storage_tag/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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