From charismarisa at xxx.ca Wed Sep 1 10:28:41 2004 From: charismarisa at xxx.ca (marisa stroud) Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2004 05:28:41 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Sinister: happy new year! Message-ID: <20040901092841.61736.qmail@web60002.mail.yahoo.com> I haven't heard from you lately, I don't take it lightly: Please try to keep in touch. I know that you're really busy, You're really just slightly too late And it may be too much to ask. I'll ask you politely: I want a letter or a love song. ...and there's more to the song, but Joel always kinda mumbles it and, well, I think we all get the idea. (incidentally, Joel is not "the other man" in my life...frontman, that is...that honour belongs to His Rockkickingness Chris Murphy of Sloan...it's been ten years now, and I can still identify him from a distance by his ass. You don't forget the celebrity asses you accidentally-on-purpose squeeze in your youth...and I'd just like to point out here that even though I've had multiple opportunities to squeeze Stu, Stevie AND Bob's respective asses, I have refrained. I'd like to think this points to some maturity I've developed in the last few years, but I think we all know it was just that I'd only had the one beer at the time and then couldn't really find them again) Personally, I lay the blame for Sinister's recent (almost...cept for Our Kid Astrid) unbroken radio silence on the Southern Hemisphere. They should see it's their time to shine while us northies are busy with the start of the REAL New Year...September. *gasp*!! Up here (Canadiashireland) some of the leaves have juuuuuust started to turn. The summer has been pretty cool (which was fine by me!) so I kind of hope the trees will get a chance to show themselves off to full advantage before the big ol nasty wind comes along and BLOWS them the crap off the branches while they're still green (not that I'm still bitter about the Autumn of 2002...when I'd missed the previous autumn and was planning to also be away for the next one...oh no. by which I mean...yes). Anyway, no matter what the greeting cards tell you, this is the Start Of The New Year. It's hard to break the long habits of youth, and one that I think will always be around for me, whether I'm in school or not, is the notion that September is a new beginning. While I'm in this hemisphere, anyway. I've still got a few weeks left to listen to DCW without all that crazy weather-induced cognitive dissonance, but I'm looking forward to bringing Underachievers... out of mothballs again for the end of October onwards. Also, I think I've misplaced it, so the remaining sunny days give me some much-needed time to look for it. Anticipated Soundtrack Of My Autumn: Underachievers..., for mood music Twice Removed (by Sloan), for nostalgia I'm Waking Up To Us, for singalongs, and perhaps some more softshoe-in-the-kitchen Pet Sounds, for conversation Satanic Panic in the Attic (by Of Montreal), for the sillies Franz Ferdinand, for pre-drinking fun and Julie Doiron (in general), for contemplative rainy afternoons with a cup of tea This summer I think I spent nearly half my wages on music, so the soundtrack of the next year will be varied and, I hope, interesting to folk I meet. cause I'm going back to uni and living in reeeesssssideeeeeeeence!! grad rez. but rez all the same! wish me luck. marisa xo ______________________________________________________________________ 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 rob_brennan at xxx.uk Wed Sep 1 14:54:37 2004 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?robster?=) Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2004 14:54:37 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Mind The Gap Message-ID: <20040901135437.58529.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister! It's been a while since I popped my head around the door here. It's rather like returning to once-familiar pub after a long absence and seeing a mix of old and new faces engaged in the usual passion-fuelled wit-charged banter, except you don't understand all the words the younger people are using and they've changed the jukebox. Despite being more-or-less sober I failed to remark on the Somerset House gigs in July. Others noted the well-chosen setlists, the ace performance, the enormous and enormously expensive 2-pint beakers that made everyone look like hobbits and Stuart's increasingly irritating tendency towards end-of-pier showmanship. I noted the number of people clamouring to tell their mates that they were much better in [insert venue/year], the extraordinary poshness of the setting and the rather tasty (if inauthentic) poutine in the Lyceum Tavern across the road. The Tibias were alright too. So to other news: after fannying around for ages, I now face the awesome and scary prospect of ACTUALLY MOVING TO LONDON at the end of October. I mean, I've had an Oyster card for ages so I might as well. I'm really looking forward to properly swearing at tourists on the Tube. It's gonna be a sunny Autumn. Robster ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.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 kermit_the_frogh at xxx.com Wed Sep 1 20:01:04 2004 From: kermit_the_frogh at xxx.com (Froggy Frogh) Date: Wed, 01 Sep 2004 19:01:04 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Time passes sometimes Message-ID: Well. Then it’s time again. More than six months has passed since the 28 of March, my birthday, and the reason of me posting at the list. The time has passed so easily. It’s so long ago, that I have to look at my unsent letter from the week after. Ah, yes. Astrid had answered to my second letter with the suggestion that I should go with her and her friend to the soundcheck they have before each concert, I asked my sister, and she wanted to come with. So me and my sister went down on the 28 to the München Brewery, where they where going to perform. Astrid did not come, and beside two trucks and a big buss there was no sign of anything special. We walked around the building, still without out seeing anything special. We stood where we had begun and did not what to do. A guy opened a door and came out. My wonderful sister walked up to the guy and asked him if we could come in and watch, since I was too young to see the concert. He went away and was away for a while. He then came out again, waving his hand as a sign to us to follow in. We did, and there they where! Belle and Sebastian! We stood at the back of the hall for a while, until a voice from the stage asked for some chairs for us. They played about four songs, I remember(ed) two, “Dirty Dream no 2” and “Step into my office”. And there was a song that my sister recognized, but I did not. That puzzled me a bit, since my sister is not as big B&S fan as I. Anyway, after those four songs the band stopped playing, and walked away from the stage. A guy, whom I later recognized as Stuart Murdock, came toward us from the stage. He asked us what we thought and explained that all equipment had not arrived yet and because of that they did not play as long as they would have done otherwise. Strange how all English I have learned was just gone. My sister said something about my birthday and he said “Happy returns”. Then we left. Too bad I did not ask for an autograph or anything. Anyway, at dinner my sister gave me a wonderful present; “Lazy Line Painter Jane”, “3 6 9 Seconds of light”, “Dog on wheels” and “This is just a modern rock song”! What a gift! And that’s why she recognized a song I did not! Hah! While we’re at it, I have a question. I have a gift certificate at a record store, and I wonder what I should buy with it. Which of the B&S records should I buy for it? I have, beside those mentioned above, “Tigermilk”, “If you’re feeling sinister” and the wonderful “The boy with the Arab strap”. What do you 1400 sinsters recommend? Or something else than B&S? It’s for 200 SEK (14,12 GBP or 26 USD) which is enough to buy one full CD. And life passes on. This time during the least summer-like summer I have ever seen. Not only because of the rainy weather. And now, when everything’s back to normal, or as normal it could get, it feels quite strange. Just strange in general. Well, right now a bit more strange than usual, because I have been acting today. I played Smirnov in a scene taken from Anton Tjechovs’ “The Bear”, and played on a stage on a big square in central Stockholm (Sergels Torg if you’re interested) along with other members of my theatre group. The whole thing went quite well and I have reason to be pleased. Actually I am. Time to close. Farwell. Johan _________________________________________________________________ Lättare att hitta drömresan med MSN Resor http://www.msn.se/resor/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Sep 2 10:59:59 2004 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 10:59:59 +0100 Subject: Sinister: A chowder basting (PICNIC THIS SATURDAY 4TH SEPT!) Message-ID: Hi dere! Just thought I'd remind you guys of the imminent PICNIC that is happening in London! Sat 4th Sept Primrose Hill - 2:30pm.. Meet either there top of the hill, or outside Camden Town's Odeon cinema at 2pm and walk up with us. Easy really.. Except for the complication - the weather's been really good for the past couple of days, which makes me nervous. As the old saying goes.. If a parakeet has a beak, London sunshine never lasts a week. I just saw a parakeet earlier, and it had a beak. (incidentally, that parakeet was actually speaking Esperanto at the time wtf! I was astounded as an Estonian with 12 points) So, CONTINGENCY PLAN! (You're going to love the originality of the plan)... for if it rains... we shall be going to the Spread Eagle pub on parkway, it's just half a minute up the road from that Odeon Cinema, on the left side. Easy! We already have confirmed attendances from the likes of Sam Walton, the Pinefox and Rachel Sunnyset coming all the way from Carlisle! (I think!) and Ben Apps all the way from CRICKLEWOOD!!! and possibly Archel Playforth from Brighton! And others! Super Saturday, indeed! I might even bring a football. Despite my legs being battered and bruised from spectacular falls during ice skating yesterday! My legs are really black and blue! I really should just stick with playing pool. And apparently there may be Cricket playage too. And a Swedish game called Kubb!!! Woah! Call me 07967 755446 if you require assistance, or if you want to listen to an anecdote about purchasing broken amplifiers. See you in an ampster, hampster! Ken x ********************************************************************** 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Thu Sep 2 12:14:28 2004 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 11:14:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A chowder basting (PICNIC THIS SATURDAY 4TH SEPT!) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: And if you're looking for somewhere to go the night before the picnic...! Can you guess what's coming? No really, can you? x --------------- How Does It Feel To Be Loved? Friday September 3rd, The Canterbury Arms, 8 Canterbury Crescent, Brixton, SW9 7QD, 9pm-2am, £3 members, £5 non members Guest DJ: Amelia Fletcher (Heavenly/Tender Trap) the venue is here - http://www.streetmap.co.uk/newmap.s...p=newsearch.srf Regular playlist: The Smiths * The Supremes * The Go-Betweens * Dusty Springfield * Belle & Sebastian * Tammi Terrell * Aztec Camera * The Ronettes * Orange Juice * Beach Boys * The Temptations * Velvet Underground * Felt * The Shangri-Las * Primal Scream * Otis Redding * The Field Mice * The Stone Roses * Dexys Midnight Runners * The Four Tops * Dolly Parton * The Orchids More info at 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 joiscurious at xxx.com Fri Sep 3 14:27:47 2004 From: joiscurious at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?jo=20perry?=) Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2004 14:27:47 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Greetings from the classroom Message-ID: <20040903132747.31308.qmail@web12309.mail.yahoo.com> Dear Team Sinister, It is an incredibly odd feeling sitting in an almost empty classroom, surrounded by all the stuff you've brought in to make it feel like home and listening to Wrapped Up in Books on the laptop they've given you for 'essential administration'. I've just become a teacher (i woke up felt the change) and wish the band would document this moment for me. I've taken them to school with me, they're on my satchel, in my laptop and pinned to the noticeboard. I think they like it here. When the kids come in perhaps they'll ask me who they are, and i might even read them a sleeve story...that is if they're really lucky. Lots of love, Miss Perry x ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.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 samiamx at xxx.com Sat Sep 4 13:51:08 2004 From: samiamx at xxx.com (Samiam Green Eggs And Ham) Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 12:51:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: trash can sinatras... Message-ID: Just wanted to let people know that the new Trash Can Sinatras CD is out and they are on tour in the U.S. Album is pretty tight. Ciao bellas... Sam _________________________________________________________________ Is your PC infected? Get a FREE online computer virus scan from McAfee� Security. 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 Katia913 at xxx.com Wed Sep 15 00:14:13 2004 From: Katia913 at xxx.com (Katia913 at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 19:14:13 -0400 Subject: Sinister: Where, Oh Where has my SINISTER gone?? Message-ID: <54C36E9E.077DEA67.0077470B@aol.com> Sinister, light of my life, fire of my loins. Where would I be without you?? Where am I now?? Out of nowhere, you all seem to have dissapeared. This evening, Ken and I were chatting about inspiration. We decided you all need some inspiration to get going again. I have a story that I think will do that for you all. For those of you who have been around for a while, quite a while ago (like three or so years..), I nearly cut off my thumb in a freak accident with a chisle...and a hammer...and being quite an silly girl about safety with wood carving...well ladies and lovely gents...this is better. Labor day weekend is a long one for us at University...actually a real nice break in the beginning of the year to get your affairs into order and get more than tipsy for an extra evening. It really is perfect. The story I am about to reveal is on that Sunday of Labor Day. I'd gone over to the house of a friends to have what we affectionatly call a Thirty Year old party. We drink wine, eat fancy food, lounge and talk about obscenely affected topics. My friend was carrying in too many glasses of wine when he tripped over the doorframe (but no, Ken, no one yelled "OUCH" at him) and dropped the glasses in order to catch himself. They shattered against the linoleum flooring and glass flew. Everyone in the room frantically looked around to see if everyone was alright...Of course they all were, except for me. Although I did not even feel it, the stem of one of the glasses flew up and hit my lower lip and fell into the palm of my hand. I was bleeding more than throughout my clum! sy history out of both my mouth and palm. Luckily, a young lady there had enough presence of mind to take me to the hospital where I met several interesting patients and waited for three hours to get two tiny stitches put in. It didn't hurt at all, I promise. I do have to admit that it was one of the most stressful moments of my short life...I've never been to the hospital for my own needs. Worse than all of that is the fact that all week people told me I had food in the corner of my mouth!! So Sinister, I have two challenges for you. Number one, best injury or embarasment story. Number two, best cheer up song ever. Post it! I want to know! Love Always, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 jackflaps at xxx.com Wed Sep 15 03:40:01 2004 From: jackflaps at xxx.com (kevin jackflaps) Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 22:40:01 -0400 Subject: Sinister: hello! Message-ID: <8dc9ee50040914194015639ee9@mail.gmail.com> A while back I was thinking to myself, "Wait a second! The Mets started playing Mike Piazza at first base, and now he's hurt all the time. Now the song is out of date, because he isn't a catcher at all!" Then I was going to post about it, but I realised that they'd taken away my old e-mail address and I had no way of writing something about it here, which was too bad because I thought I was really clever for thinking of it. Now it's three months later and someone has almost certainly pointed that discrepancy out. Curse my indolence! But anyway, hello again. I've been meaning to write for a while, but haven't gotten round to getting a new account or remembering I was going to point out the Piazza thing. I moved to North Carolina; now I'm in library school, along with about half the list, it seems like. We should all have a get-together sometime. I'm trying to get used to living in the south; I'm definitely noticing that I'm younger than everyone else in school and I'm the one with the weird accent, not everyone else. It's too bad that I have to be self-conscious about sounding like I'm from Wisconsin, but that's how it goes. There are also too many hills here, and I kind of miss Minneapolis, but that will change once it's November and not snowing out already. In the meantime I am living without a radio show for the first time since I was about fifteen, which has left a void in my life. Maybe I'll get one in the winter; this will give me time to buy records and figure out how to DJ again, because I'll certainly have forgotten after seven months away from it. Also we keep getting hit by tropical storms, which is totally new to me. I can't figure out why people get so excited about a little rain; that's all it ever is here anyway. I mean, we got that in Minnesota all the time. I like the idea of telling a story about the best injury that's happened to someone, so I'll tell you about mine. We were playing broomball, which is like hockey but with a little orange soccer ball and without ice skates, and I got into a collision with someone and fell face-first onto the ice. I guess I hit a jagged patch, because a few minutes later I realised I was bleeding and probably shouldn't be playing broomball anymore. At the time I didn't think it was too bad, so I just got a band-aid and went back out (although I didn't play any more that game.) Turned out I needed seven stitches. Go figure. I think that's about it. -kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From e.brasure at xxx.net Wed Sep 15 07:18:11 2004 From: e.brasure at xxx.net (Eric Brasure) Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 02:18:11 -0400 Subject: Sinister: Made out of plastic/with 1-2-3 prongs Message-ID: <001701c49aeb$ff3cc020$73baec04@joshua> Dear Sinister, My, it's been a long time since I've read anything you've all had to say. Someone theorized that everyone's so quiet these days because they're too busy with their fancy blogs. I don't think that's the case, because blogs haven't been novel since 2001. Everyone's just got older, moved to the suburbs, and become dull. Since I'm breaking Cardinal Rule One of the list (which of course is do not talk about the list on the list), I will stop this talk. I have not become boring; I always was. I also have moved out of the suburbs and back to NYC, baby, so I don't know how true any of the above actually is. Obviously I have no idea what's going on. Who am I? Why are there ground-up pills in my mashed potatoes? About NYC: another Sinister lad, GayJay, and I have set up house together. He's going to grad school, I'm a bum (which isn't strictly true, as I am looking for work). Doing the grocery shopping together and all that nonsense. We may be getting a dog. In closing, I would like to share something with you all. Someone once said that he wrote all his best songs in 1995... and during the packing process, I found a small stack of songs I had written in 1996. I would like to share one or two of them with you now, to prove that while 1995 may have been a great year for songwriting, 1996 was not. "A Dollar Forty-nine" A spoon or a fork? It's my trusty spork It's with me all of the time You can get 'um at Chuck's Chicken Hut for a dime One day walking home from school I ran into a bully He threatened to beat me down With a pully So I pulled out my spork and Poked him in the eye Then, I screamed and ran home 'cause I didn't want to die A spoon or a fork? It's my trusty spork It's with me all of the time You can get 'um at Chuck's Chicken Hut for a dime A fork or a spoon? It's my friendly foon It's useful all of the time Gonna eat cereal? or some ham? that's fine ('cause it can do both) Made out of plastic With 1-2-3 prongs It's an all-purpose piece of equipment That can do me no wrong It can take down a robber Or a tough piece of meat 'Cause with that foon, man You can do anything real sweet A fork or a spoon? It's my friendly foon It's useful all of the time Gonna eat cereal? or some ham? that's fine ('cause it can do both) Do you call it a spork or a foon? Come on, you'd better decide soon The above, of course, is understood to be copywrited and held as my intellectual property. So don't go stealin' it. I can't bear to type out another one right now, but if there is great public outcry, I may be compelled to share more. Love, Eric PS My worst injury occured in 1993 (or thereabouts) when I sprained my ankle walking my grandfather outside. My parents' house used to have these flat hunks of slate as a walkway, my foot slipped, and pain ensued. I was never a very athletic type. PPS Cheer up song? Why, it has to be "Sugar, Sugar" by the Archies. Best fake band ever. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Hugo Johan <12813249 at xxx.za> Wed Sep 15 08:23:41 2004 From: Hugo Johan <12813249 at xxx.za> (Hugo Johan <12813249 at xxx.za>) Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 09:23:41 +0200 Subject: Sinister: oh well, what the hell... Message-ID: so... we're posting again? YAY (that's what i say) and, disregarding the fact that i owe TONS of people (which should be taken to mean MANY people of probably average body-weight, rather than a few people with obesity-problems) personal e-mails, i can't resist rumbling off a quick post. (why is "rumbling off" a good expression? 'COS I LIKE IT, that's why!) oh, i've missed you, sinister! i know that goes without saying, but i always find it necessary to say that, and THEN to explain that it goes without saying. so, my worst injury... when i was small, we had this really steep hill just a few blocks away from my house. my brother and i would take our BMX's (yeah!), circle up the hill from the back, which was longer, but less steep, then career down the steep part at breakneck pace (though, fortunately, as it turned out, this was an exaggeration!). one day, it seemed like a good idea to a) wear very slippery flip-flops while doing this and b) to start pedalling again about half-way down, which resulted in my foot slipping off the pedal and INTO THE SPOKES! not only did it almost rip my bigtoe off, but, as it made the frontwheel stop rather abruptly, the whole bike went end over end, throwing me off over theeeeeeeere. and now it's time to break quickly, for some CONTENTS! until recently, my only access to jonathan david was a (really excellent) live version, wondrously supplied by the shazz eckard (ta) as part of the S!I!N!I!S!T!E!R! XMAS EXCHANGE. i only got the actual single (and attendant) lyric sheet a few months back, and was very disappointed to find that stevie was in fact singing "being sent off to war" and not (as i had thought) "MINCING off to war" which i had thought was a particularly lovely lyric touch. oh well. anyway, i miss you all. drop us all a line, tell us how you are! love JohaN ps. eric - your grandfather wasn't ON A LEASH, was he? (gasp, shock, horror... wink) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 sav_one at xxx.com Wed Sep 15 08:33:22 2004 From: sav_one at xxx.com (Sav) Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 00:33:22 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Where, Oh Where has my SINISTER gone?? In-Reply-To: <54C36E9E.077DEA67.0077470B@aol.com> Message-ID: <20040915073322.39552.qmail@web40904.mail.yahoo.com> Best injury, was inflicted by me in a game of hockey upon some chap who was playing in goal. He was being a bit mouthy, so I belted the ball at him, which unfortunately for him hit him in the balls. Sadly for him, his box was somewhat askew, so the full force of the shot caused quite extensive damange and he was later taken for surgery at the local infirmary. Best cheer up song for me would be God Only Knows by the Beach Boys, I can't really think of a better explaination that it's just a lovely song, especially the outro bit where they're all doing their harmony bits. --- Katia913 at aol.com wrote: > Sinister, light of my life, fire of my loins. Where > would I be without you?? > > Where am I now?? Out of nowhere, you all seem to > have dissapeared. > > This evening, Ken and I were chatting about > inspiration. We decided you all need some > inspiration to get going again. I have a story that > I think will do that for you all. For those of you > who have been around for a while, quite a while ago > (like three or so years..), I nearly cut off my > thumb in a freak accident with a chisle...and a > hammer...and being quite an silly girl about safety > with wood carving...well ladies and lovely > gents...this is better. > > Labor day weekend is a long one for us at > University...actually a real nice break in the > beginning of the year to get your affairs into order > and get more than tipsy for an extra evening. It > really is perfect. The story I am about to reveal is > on that Sunday of Labor Day. I'd gone over to the > house of a friends to have what we affectionatly > call a Thirty Year old party. We drink wine, eat > fancy food, lounge and talk about obscenely affected > topics. My friend was carrying in too many glasses > of wine when he tripped over the doorframe (but no, > Ken, no one yelled "OUCH" at him) and dropped the > glasses in order to catch himself. They shattered > against the linoleum flooring and glass flew. > Everyone in the room frantically looked around to > see if everyone was alright...Of course they all > were, except for me. Although I did not even feel > it, the stem of one of the glasses flew up and hit > my lower lip and fell into the palm of my hand. I > was bleeding more than throughout my clum! > sy history out of both my mouth and palm. > Luckily, a young lady there had enough presence of > mind to take me to the hospital where I met several > interesting patients and waited for three hours to > get two tiny stitches put in. It didn't hurt at all, > I promise. > > I do have to admit that it was one of the most > stressful moments of my short life...I've never been > to the hospital for my own needs. > > Worse than all of that is the fact that all week > people told me I had food in the corner of my > mouth!! > > > > So Sinister, I have two challenges for you. Number > one, best injury or embarasment story. Number two, > best cheer up song ever. Post it! I want to know! > > Love Always, > > Kate > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ 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! +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > _______________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Declare Yourself - Register online to vote today! http://vote.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 jayeckard at xxx.com Thu Sep 16 20:20:27 2004 From: jayeckard at xxx.com (Jay Eckard) Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2004 19:20:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Yo Message-ID: Hello Sinister. I've been trying to decide what my worst injury was but not being terribly successful. The worst one I've /inflicted/ was accidentally whacking someone in the head with a golf club. A three wood, I think. He was never quite right after. As reported, I moved to New York City. It's quite big and often confusing, and the other New Yorkers aren't known for their sympathy. Did you know Park Avenue isn't ON the park? On no. It's several streets away. ...No one seems as confused by this as me. Fortunately, getting lost is how I get around. I've been lost in many great cities of the world: Paris, London, New York. And you find the best places: I found this great used vinyl store somewhere near St Mark's Place. Of course, I do (sometimes) miss North Carolina, from whence I moved. Laura Llew lives there, you know. And one is even given to understand Kevin Jackflaps has moved there. However, moving makes one terribly poor. I needs to know about good new music, and I know people here can contribute. So what's worth listening to, these days? Unfortunately, working at a Hippy Gourmet Grocery Store and being a full time graduate student (wanna talk about some Greek tragedies? I can. Believe me, from Thre Suppliant Maidens all the way down to Iphigenia at Aulis...) doesn't leave me with much time for an interesting life. GayJay PS: /C/ /O/ /N/ /T/ /E/ /N/ /T/ -- My favourite cheer up song is Lazy Line Painter Jane! -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 charismarisa at xxx.ca Thu Sep 16 21:21:11 2004 From: charismarisa at xxx.ca (marisa stroud) Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2004 16:21:11 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Sinister: accident and emergency, or arts and entertainment? Message-ID: <20040916202111.97250.qmail@web60004.mail.yahoo.com> About two summers ago, my Scottish (now-ex, but in a friendly way) boyfriend Andrew came out to visit. He'd been in the country a bit less than a week, and I think we'd just arrived home from a weekend out at a mutual friend's cottage. It was late evening and we'd had a long drive, so I gave myself a nice big stretch whilst walking up the driveway to the front door, and on a romantic whim twirled around to give Andrew a nice big hug. Did I mention that I still had the car keys in my hand? Did I mention that Andrew wasn't expecting me to turn around? Instead of charmingly throwing my arms around his neck, I thrust the big fat ignition key up his nostril. Blood EVERYWHERE!! marisa in TEARS!! Andrew in HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER!! AT ME!!! In floods of tears, and with my hands all bloody, I ran to the front door and fumbled with the lock. As soon as I opened the door I called and called for my parents to come and help. Walking down the front hallway to investigate the commotion, they see me, bawling and blood-covered, and Andrew in the background with his hands stained red, covering his face. Andrew is still laughing, by the way. I fly to the laundry room to get an old towel to mop up the mess. My parents are left with Andrew to listen to him tell the story through his hands, palms cupped to catch the blood. By the time I got back with the towel, all three of them were laughing at me. I was still crying. They still laugh when we retell the story. And, okay, NOW I'm laughing, but at the time I was really upset. I mean, fuck! Noses are very bloody things! They bleed a lot!! And that makes it look very serious, indeed. And that cartilege, man...I can still feel it give. Anyway, he bled for another few minutes and then it was all over. No disfigurment, no permanent brain damage etc etc. I think my most traumatic/disfiguring accident was the huge cut I got on my right big toe from a zebra mussel when I was about fifteen. I still have the scar, it looks like a fossil. It's on the bit that would be just above the knuckle (if feet have knuckles) on the topside of my toe, so it's not even like I had trouble walking afterwards. I just had to swim back to shore with my foot held in the air out of the water to stop it from stinging so much. I remember my aunt thinking it was pretty gross, tho. Anyway, I don't remember if I put on any music to make myself stop crying after I keyed Andrew's nose, but if I was making a movie in which that happened and I wanted to cheer my marisa character up, I would play The Pines' cover version of "Ask" by The Smiths cause it has just the right combination of lovely harmony and underlying melancholy. If she'd managed NOT to key Andrew in the nose and was perhaps going to a party or something afterwards, she'd have to play "Legal Man", just because Stevie makes her smile so, even at the risk of being lumped in with the thoughless seventeen year old emo geeks who only started liking b&s when they sold out etc etc. Otherwise, she would probably play some Of Montreal. "Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl" makes her happy that people fall in love and tell the world to go hang. marisa ______________________________________________________________________ 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 jonathan.skinner at xxx.com Fri Sep 17 01:47:21 2004 From: jonathan.skinner at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 01:47:21 +0100 Subject: Sinister: show them a picture of them sittin' on their stumps... Message-ID: so my dear dear sinister how are thee i have just had a fantastic ( for the most part ) two weeks state/canada side. it was nice, went to see fiery furnaces in toronto and some poetry at a coffee place in NYC (ohh the joys of being underage) the only downside was the obnoxious prick of an immigration officer in toronto airport, que me "for the last fecking time i don't want to live in your "democracy"" well that is what i meant when i said "in all due respect, i have a life in europe that i am quite happy with" , i find inverted comma's quite hard to do in real life, i still can't get the finger movements quite right. and with the mood i was in, it may have come out in a different way than would have been appretiated by immigration ok so, injury story, i was five and on a merry-go-round/roundabout/kids rotation toy, this happened in another city , galway i think....anyway some big kids (gawd they must have been ten or something) came and changed the gentle pace of the movement to a flash. i didn't really know what to do, so i did the adult thing and let go. an even more mature moment was not putting my hands out to break my fall. my nose did that for me. so i spent the best part of that evening in a hospital with people poking and prodding me. scared the bayjesus out of my parents , i just enjoyed the attention for the next few days while the bruising was still evident. for some reason i got loads of free icecream. the downside was that i wrecked generations of kids fun after that. we went back the next year when we were visiting friends and the playground was still there , but alas they had put gravel over the concrete and there wasn't enough friction to get any speed up. as for feel-good song i think the sodastream one "undone" "and you might find that all these certain trials are done all these vials are drunk but you're still fine and you arrived again so full fo courage and grace all these memory days will still be mine" anyway i must go and practice my affectations health and wellbeing to all j +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 dhewitt at xxx.com Fri Sep 17 02:31:21 2004 From: dhewitt at xxx.com (David Hewitt) Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 11:31:21 +1000 Subject: Sinister: i fought in a war Message-ID: <185ac6e4040916183137005c6f@mail.gmail.com> G'day all. Worst injuries? Pah. You're all a bunch of lightweights. I can't believe I'm the clumsiest and most accident prone one out of all you bunch of PE-dodging note-from-matron wavers. 1. When I was about, ooh, 3 years old or something, my father put me on his bike, and took me for a ride down to the shops. He'd had a few drinks, though, and didn't think it through, because I was just sort of sitting on the crossbar (is that what you call that bit, in front of the seat?) without a helmet or being attached to the bike in any way. My little foot, dangling freely, went into the spokes of the wheel, mangling it quite badly. I'm surprised it didn't come off. I think it probably hurt like a bastard, but my main memory of the event is my mother's reaction when he brought me home. That was actually far more frightening to me than the fact that my foot had almost been ripped off, and my first indication that what had happened was actually serious. You think you're pretty much invincible at that age. And actually, as a matter of fact, you are pretty resilient. There was surprisingly little long-term damage - I had to wear a brace thing around it for a fair while, but the scarring eventually went away, and it was right as rain from about the age of 13 or so. 2. Then, when I was about 5, my mother was making breakfast for me. Breakfast that morning was hot milk and brown sugar over Weeties. In the days before microwaves, people used to heat milk in saucepans on the stove, believe it or not, and so it was that my mother was bringing a saucepan of boiling milk to the table, where I was sitting in my little school uniform of shorts and a shirt and tie, with long socks and uncomfortable shoes, in front of a bowl of Weeties. But rather than pour the milk into the bowl, she tripped over, and emptied the whole damned thing into my lap. I've had some nasty knocks in my time, but I think this was the worst pain I've ever experienced, and I remember it clearly. There really is nothing like a burn, and a good one just doesn't go away for ages. I had huge, puffy blisters all over my legs for a really long time, and could barely move because of them. 3. The next bad one happened when I was 9. It was at my 9th birthday party, in fact. We went to this ice skating rink with some of my cousins, which was probably a bad idea to start with. I'd never skated before, and fell over a lot, but was starting to get the hang of it towards the end of the day. They got us all off the ice for a while, and ran the Zamboni around to make it all as good as new. We got out on the ice again, which was now really smooth. I was flying around, as it was a lot faster than when the ice was all rough, and I was sort of keeping my balance, even though I was wasn't really in control. The person skating in front of me dug their toe into the ice, and took out a big chunk of it. I promptly skated into the little hole, at great speed, as I couldn't do anything else. Well, somehow, I flew up into the air, flipped completely over, and landed head-first. Apparently it was quite spectacular. In any case, I was knocked completely unconscious, and half my face went black with bruising, and I stayed that way for several weeks. I was taken to the emergency room, given an X-ray, and told that I'd had a minor skull fracture. Happy birthday! 4. Fast forward to 14. I'm at one of my first real parties. It was really just a bunch of kids drinking whiskey in a yacht club that someone's folks had rented for the night, but it seemed like a heck of a good time at that age. There were girls there and everything (I went to an all-boys school, so this was kind of a big deal). It was also one of the first times I'd gotten *seriously* drunk. We were having a bit of a dance about on the floor, which was one of those slippery parquetry sort of deals. Someone spilled some of their drink near me. You can see where this is going. I went arse over breakfast, and fell heavily on my arm. I knew it wasn't quite right, because I couldn't move it properly. Still, I was pissed, and having a good time. My friend Sam thought I might have slipped it out of its joint, and suggested I shake it vigorously back into place. This wasn't a good idea. Anyway, I couldn't let my parents know that I was drinking, and I was drunk enough not to be in too much pain, so I just stayed. Drinking, dancing, trying to get up the courage to talk to a girl (which I never actually did, for the record). I eventually went home to bed, at the arranged time. In the morning, I realised that my hand, wrist and forearm had swelled to about twice their usual size. It was at this point that I asked to be taken to a doctor. Another X-ray, and the result - I'd broken my arm in three places. Dancing. I was in plaster for three months. "Ouch! That looks nasty, mate. How'd you get that?" "Er... Dancing." Not very cool. 5. This one happened not long after the last one. It may have been the same year, I'm not sure. I was swimming in the ocean, and went out a bit too far. I'm really not a very good swimmer, and so I panicked a bit, and swam quickly back in. I got to the point where I could just touch the bottom, and I heavily put down my feet, so I could get my breath back. Bad idea. There was half a broken beer bottle sticking up out of the sand, and I'd trodden right on it. What's worse is that I had to swim back into shore, with this great big flap of skin flapping along behind me, and my little toe just about hanging off. You could actually see the trail of blood I was leaving in the water - it's very lucky there weren't any sharks around that day (we did actually see the odd Great White at the beach where I used to live). Oh, and this was in salt water. So it stung even more than having your foot sliced open with broken glass usually does. Great. There are probably heaps more - the many times I've had my nose broken (it didn't always go in three different directions, or be quite this big, for those who've met me) spring to mind, though those stories aren't nearly as interesting. Usually just some guy punching my lights out. Sometimes to steal my stuff (which once included my clothes, dammit), and sometimes just because he didn't like the cut of my jib. I also did my arm in again, this time while rollerskating. So I've been ice skating once, and roller skating once, and both times landed me in the emergency room. I think that's about enough skating for me. I don't think I've ever caused any serious injuries to anyone else, though I did once knock a friend's tooth out by accident. It turns out that it wasn't really my fault, though, as all his teeth were a bit loose (he lost another one shortly afterwards), and was actually diagnosed with scurvy. That's what comes from eating nothing but yiros* for the duration of an Arts degree, I suppose. Best cheering up song? How about "Yes" by McAlmont and Butler? Or pretty much anything by the Salteens. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David. *AKA giros, doner kebab, souvlaki, etc. Why are there so many words for this? I swear it's called something different in every town I've ever been to. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 mike at xxx.uk Fri Sep 17 07:44:36 2004 From: mike at xxx.uk (Mike Newman) Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 07:44:36 +0100 Subject: Sinister: i fought in a war In-Reply-To: <185ac6e4040916183137005c6f@mail.gmail.com> References: <185ac6e4040916183137005c6f@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <1095403476.14987.12.camel@greatnorthern.demon.co.uk> On Fri, 2004-09-17 at 11:31 +1000, David Hewitt wrote: > Dancing. I was in > plaster for three months. "Ouch! That looks nasty, mate. How'd you get > that?" "Er... Dancing." Not very cool. David's story sounds more painful than mine, but having to explain my injury was pretty awful... We went to the Chippenham Folk Festival - basically just a weekend when there is some kind of music in all the (many) pubs in that town, but the organisers wanted to charge 60 quid to camp on a piece of common land which on any other day of the year is a public park/dog toilet. No fear, said we. So we sneaked into the site over a river bridge and camped on the fringe of the park. Problem was, the Folk Fascist organisers were actually guarding the toilet block, and asking for passes. So, we had resorted to creeping under the bridge to do our necessaries. On the first morning I rose blearily from my tent - everyone else had gone off to buy provisions. I wandered over to the river and under the bridge. It had become very slippery under there obviously! One moment I was standing up, the next lying face down wondering what to do now. My arm didn't so much hurt as feel very very odd, like it wasn't mine anymore. I had to use the injured limb to haul myself up from the ground - my one moment of endurance and bravery in 31 years! So, my embarrassing injury - I broke my arm slipping over in a puddle of pee at a folk festival. M. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Fri Sep 17 11:53:27 2004 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry boyle) Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 17:53:27 +0700 Subject: Sinister: belle and sebastian's greatest clips Message-ID: <20040917105327.78569E5BC9@ws7-2.us4.outblaze.com> hello, my worst injury involved an axe and a thumb. but that sounds worse than it actually was. i chopped halfway into the top half of my left thumb, got two stitches, and have but a little scar to show for it. though i do get pins and needles in my thumb if i play nintendo for too long. To the point of this post..... >>This from the B&S site: Listeners in Australia will this week have the dubious pleasure of watching three odd hours' worth of music videos as selected by Stuart, Richard, Sarah and Mick. Yes, while down under we were honoured to be asked to guest programme "Rage". No-one remembers exactly what they chose, but you can tune in to ABC this Saturday (Sep 18th) at 11.05pm to find out. For more information on this truly remarkable show, including playlists from previous guests, go to www.abc.com.au/rage >>And here is what they are going to play: Denis Denis - BLONDIE EMI Babies - PULP Mercury The Wild Ones - SUEDE Sony Cattle And Cane - THE GO-BETWEENS Universal (MCA) Echo Beach - MARTHA & THE MUFFINS Virgin Another Girl, Another Planet - THE ONLY ONES Sony Last Nite - THE STROKES BMG Crash - THE PRIMITIVES BMG Stand & Deliver - ADAM & THE ANTS Universal Video Killed The Radio Star - THE BUGGLES Festival I Want Candy - BOW WOW WOW BMG Ca Plane Pour Moi - PLASTIC BERTRAND Polydor Birthday - THE SUGARCUBES Sony Can't Be Sure - THE SUNDAYS Festival Shout To The Top - THE STYLE COUNCIL Polydor The Things We Do For Love - 10CC Polydor Knowing Me, Knowing You - ABBA Mercury Borderline - MADONNA Warner I Want To Break Free - QUEEN EMI Virginia Plain - ROXY MUSIC Virgin Under My Thumb - THE ROLLING STONES EMI House Of The Jealous Lovers - THE RAPTURE Universal Long Live Rock & Roll - RAINBOW Polydor Communication Breakdown - LED ZEPPELIN Warner You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC Sony 100% - SONIC YOUTH Universal (MCA) Disappearer - SONIC YOUTH BMG Sheela-Na-Gig - PJ HARVEY Shock Where The Wild Roses Grow - NICK CAVE & KYLIE MINOGUE Mushroom The Ship Song - NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS Mushroom In The Neighbourhood - TOM WAITS Mercury Sparky's Dream - TEENAGE FANCLUB Universal (MCA) Gold Soundz - PAVEMENT Shock House Of Fun - MADNESS Virgin Hallelujah - HAPPY MONDAYS Festival True Faith - NEW ORDER Festival Paninaro - PET SHOP BOYS EMI The Robots - KRAFTWERK EMI Beautiful - SNOOP DOGG featuring PHARRELL EMI Eye Know - DE LA SOUL Mushroom I Want You Back - THE JACKSON FIVE Universal (MCA) Be My Baby - THE RONETTES EMI Roses - OUTKAST BMG Buffalo Stance - NENEH CHERRY Virgin The Lion Sleeps Tonight - TIGHT FIT Fest/Mush Message In A Bottle - THE POLICE Polydor Walking On The Moon - THE POLICE Polydor A New England - KIRSTY MacCOLL Virgin Rattlesnakes - LLOYD COLE & THE COMMOTIONS Polydor Paperback Writer - THE BEATLES EMI Boss - SODASTREAM Independent Then all the B&S Clips, plus live versions of The Boy With the Arab Strap, Dog on Wheels and Landslide (I haven't heard of this, is it from the DVD or something?). Set your videos. love, terry here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ -- _______________________________________________ Find what you are looking for with the Lycos Yellow Pages http://r.lycos.com/r/yp_emailfooter/http://yellowpages.lycos.com/default.asp?SRC=lycos10 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Sat Sep 18 12:25:11 2004 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004 11:25:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Lovely Day Message-ID: Hello Sinister. There�s something magical about hearing a song on the radio, don�t you think? Sure, it�s not an original thought, but it�s one that cropped up in my head the other day. I�ll tell you the story, see if you agree. There�s a dreadful rehash of Bill Withers� Lovely Day going around the radio at the moment, with some fool rapping over the top. Believe me Sinister, it�s appalling. For the most part though, it�s Lovely Day � the dum-da-dim-dum-da-dum bass, those swooping strings, you know the bit I mean. In fact, it�s exactly the same song, but Withers� exceptional vocal line is replaced by some opportunist clown in sportswear. I�m really fond of Withers, maybe embarrassingly. For his vintage he really did appear to have a good repertoire, although I claim to have no expertise in the field (my knowledge of 70s soul and Motown is weak even if my passion is larger). But expertise or no, you can�t knock a guy who has several household tunes to his name; even if you don�t know them, you could surely sing along to Grandma�s Hands, Ain�t No Sunshine, Lean On Me, Who Is He And What Is He To You, Soul Shadows et al. Lovely Day though, it seems, is his magnum opus. The biggie. The money-maker, and rightly so � it�s a killer melody with a beautifully na�ve sentiment, and a wonderfully soulful vocal delivery. Sure, it�s a little cheesy, but it hits the spot for me. So it�s understandable then that when I heard this ghastly hip-pop rip-off (with an opening couplet of �I�ve got my mind on my money, money on my mind�. Exactly) I reached for my dusty copy of Withers� Greatest Hits, just to remind myself of the original. True to form, Lovely Day sounded great and I was humming it all through last weekend�s sundrenched weekend. But here�s where the bit about the radio comes in. A man with sense on BBC London decided he�d play Withers� original on Sunday afternoon, and suddenly my aural enjoyment of the song was an altogether more satisfying experience. The intro kicked in unexpectedly and lit up my face as the presenter introduced the record, as if entering a darkened room only to be greeted by your closest friends screaming �SURPRISE!�. I wasn�t anticipating any qualitative difference between it playing from a CD or from a tuner, but then Withers began to croon. Although it might�ve been imagined, the slight crackle from the dodgy signal and FM compression also made the song that much more lovable. As that final drawn-out, nigh-on untenable �daaaaaaaay� faded out, back in came the presenter, with every bone in his face audibly lifted by Withers� effort, and the whole 4-minute occurrence reminded me of how essential radio is, not just for finding new stuff but reminding you, in a way that a CD can't, of bygone tunes. It�s been a week since that programme, and I�m still listening to Lovely Day as I type. Love, Asm.x P.S. And for worst injury, see here (last paragraph): http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200107/msg00225.html ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Jean-Christophe.Pacaud at xxx.fr Sat Sep 18 19:33:34 2004 From: Jean-Christophe.Pacaud at xxx.fr (Evelyne's confidant) Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004 20:33:34 +0200 Subject: Sinister: belle and sebastian's greatest clips References: <20040917105327.78569E5BC9@ws7-2.us4.outblaze.com> Message-ID: <011e01c49dae$4eb56e80$d25dfac1@jcp> > Then all the B&S Clips, plus live versions of The Boy With the Arab Strap, Dog on Wheels and Landslide (I haven't heard of this, is it from the DVD or something?). Set your videos. > Landslide (live at bowlie weekender) is on "fans only" in the extra section. I think it was originally done during "Legal man" era since The Maisonettes are on stage with B&S. It's a shame that it was never officialy released, for me it's the best unreleased track. Is it a cover ? i don't know, theres nothing about the song in the credits on the DVD e'sc +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 lokar20 at xxx.com Sat Sep 18 21:21:11 2004 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004 15:21:11 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Have some respect Message-ID: Matt here, along with Ally Cook, Stacey Shackford, and Michael Grant. Ah, the fall comes along at a steady pace. What does this mean? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. But what's more important, is that the world is spinning. Yes, we are alive, and so it goes, how it is, and what a day that was. Patrick Doyle has just entered the room. Do you know him? We were all just reminscing about the old days...I shagged Calamity Jane. Doris Day, not the ugly one. Belle and Sebastian are on a break these days, or at least I think. I saw them about 4 minutes walking time from my flat this summer. I enjoyed it. I think it's time I see them again. Properly. I think I've missed all the touring though. The funny thing about the last few months has been the invention of gamma rays. When did this happen? Suck on it, Hulk. Here's ALLY! Hello Sinister! You know, a while ago I spent a charming saturday night at home with a bottle of the soft stuff, engaged in simple self satisfaction. Yes, I was re-reading some of mine, and possibly some of your, old posts to the family circle. Sometimes I was really, you know, OTM, as the nu-vernacular goes. Sometimes, on other hands, things were dark and dreadful. What struck me most - I simply didn't WRITE as much as I'd thought I'd written. That's almost disappointing. Should I talk about Belle & Sebastian? OK. Their new video is awful. But that's OK. I've stolen all their stuff! Haha! No, it's true. I won't apologise. This book I'm not still writing. It is now called 'Visiting The Desert Girls'. Since, oh, this morning. watch out for it. Cactus skin is the topic du jour. My sister has a Justin t-shirt and a beautiful new flat. I am quite the jealous sibling. All I have is this Brother Beyond single. 'Be My Twin'. 1989. Before I'd ever even heard of you. Im passing on the baton, here. STACEY reporting for duty... Well, to be accurate I'm no longer reporting, as I've QUIT MY HORRID JOB and moved back to this lovely city. Only now it's a bit different, as I spend most of my time perched high atop a hill, staring out the window at the hospital opposite, wondering if anyone nearby is dying, and what ever happened to the good ole days of sinister get togethers and dance nights and pub quizzes. Which is why I kidnapped Ally for the day and made him listen to me bitch about how I hate everyone. Lucky, lucky boy! As for B&S... er... I have nothing relevant to say. I'm thinking of introducing a Glasgow bingo expedition. Any takers? Matt's flat is like THE place to be these days. The sinister Seinfeld crew uses it as a base, so if you ever need an instant posse to accompany you anywhere, it should be your first stop. You will undoubtedly find Michael/Kramer playing FIFA, Patrick/George sipping tea, and Nal/Elaine glaring at Matt/Jerry postulating on the superiority of Styx. Was it like this when I lived here? Probably. I was just too busy holed in my room playing Spider Solitaire to notice. Hmmm. Not much has changed, then. I have a hankering for chips and cheese. Time then for someone else... Look, it's MICHAEL! (crowd cheers) (random mumblings) hellooo everybody! wow! sinister! what's that all about? i was hoping to add some sort of emotionally resonant denouement to this rambling multi-post, so that you'd all like me. however, having read over the first three installments of this email, there does seem to be no coherent narritive. so instead i shall follow their lead and rant uncontrollably about nothing in particular. i have been compared to both kramer and cliff claven in the past week. disturbing. patrick doyle has the niftiest wardrobe in all the world. and some snazzy shoes. right, i'm drinking vodka and watching family guy. and this is boring me. go away. GO AWAY!! cheerio, michael.xx Still, STILL doing it for the kids. Be fucking grateful. Have some respect. One of you is a homosecular. God is watching. The pervert. See you in your graves. Immense love, Matthew, Alasdair, Stacey, Michael, (Patrick (sends no love)). The rest. xx P.S. Sorry about The Lord Of The Rings. _________________________________________________________________ Check out Election 2004 for up-to-date election news, plus voter tools and more! http://special.msn.com/msn/election2004.armx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 benapps at xxx.com Mon Sep 20 02:26:30 2004 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2004 02:26:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Have some respect Message-ID: Our Dahling Stacey pined: as I spend most of my time perched high atop a hill, >staring out the window at the hospital opposite, wondering if anyone nearby >is dying, and what ever happened to the good ole days of sinister get >togethers ....which reminded me that there WAS a good ole sinister get together a week or so back on the hallowed brow of Primrose Hill NW3 (isn't that such a Londoncentric thing, quoting a postal code!? SW19, E17 etc). The erstwhile Mr Chu arranged a glorious early September day, so eight or so of us came ambling along to discuss the various merits and demerits of the forthcoming American presidential election, Oasis releasing a 10 year anniversary DVD for Definitely Maybe, and the origins of station names on the Underground such as Theydon Bois. Football was played, beer was quaffed and strawberries scoffed, and the scottish band were hardly mentioned. Later we retired to a convenient Chalk Farm Inn to watch the English football team give an abject lesson on how to throw away a two goal lead. Those in attendance (for anyone keeping register were: The Pinefox, Mr Kenneth PY Chu, Mrs Fruitloop-Apps, Lady Feather Boa, Asm Walton, Rachel Sunnyset, Stout Robin, Paul 'Grizzly' Healy and myself. I hope you're all in fine fettle. If you ever find yourself passing through Baker Street station look out for me and say hello (I'll be the one with my roundel badge upside down ;-) ). 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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 Mon Sep 20 12:07:34 2004 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (Lucy Alder) Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2004 12:07:34 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: belle and sebastian's greatest clips In-Reply-To: <011e01c49dae$4eb56e80$d25dfac1@jcp> Message-ID: <20040920110734.10171.qmail@web14208.mail.yahoo.com> > Landslide (live at bowlie weekender) is on "fans only" in the extra > section. I think it was originally done during "Legal man" era since The > Maisonettes are on stage with B&S. It's a shame that it was never > officialy released, for me it's the best unreleased track. Is it a > cover ? i don't know, theres nothing about the song in the credits on > the DVD Hi Sinister! The Bowlie Weekender was in April 1999, just over a year before Legal Man was released. I seem to remember the Maisonettes were just Friends of the Band so it’s likely they’re (some of) the same people dancing in the background. If you want a really good version of Landslide, see if you can find Evie Sands doing it (I’ve tried and failed). She doesn’t sound like a strangled hamster, unlike some headscarf-wearers hem hem. There's more information than this in the archives btw - go to http://www.missprint.org/sinister and type something into that there white box. Hey, Scots! Get down to the Oxfam record shop on Glasgow’s trendy Byres Road. I hear Stupot has downsized his record collection and they have a box of his stuff on the counter with a big DONATED BY STUART MURDOCH sign. I have been told the prices are steeper for the discs in the box than for identical records on the shelves, but what the heck, it all goes to a good cause and you never know, you might end up with some fluff from his carpet or other such Ebayable items accidentally tucked inside the sleeve. Wasn’t it good to hear from olde tymers like Alasdair Cook? I think he should post more often. I was sure the Pynefoxe would post soon after he saw that Cookie had, but he remaynes sylent. Keeping in theme, we saw Chrys Lynyrd and his lovely wife Julia the other night. Chrys was playing with Ally Kerr, whose record you should buy right now, at the Winchester Club. There were no wizard hats but there were squeezeboxes" Also, we heard that our favourite hornblower Mick Cooke has got married! Congratulations, sir. /me listens to the sound of breaking hearts across the nation. This is the story of my worst injury: Once upon a time, there was a girl called Lucy. She was a bit frumpy and square. Whilst on holiday in the Lake District, she and her family decided to climb a big hill, as one does in that part of the world. After much huffing, puffing and intake of mint cake they reached the top. “Right,” says Dad, “time to be making our way back to the B&B for tea and scones.” They started to descend. Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, Lucy spotted something moving quickly. What could it be? Surely not the spirit of Peter Rabbit being chased by the spirit of Mr McGregor? No, it was a Fell Runner! He was pegging it down the hillside, jumping over rocks and streams and Lucy thought he was terrific. Little did she know how Fell Runners got their name (ominous music) Lucy started to peg it down the hill after the Fell Runner. Her ankles and knees were strong, her muscles were springy and she found it such fun! Until she hit a rock. And did a few somersaults in the air. And landed hard. Ouch, what could that excruciating pain in her hand be? She looked down and noticed that the middle finger of her right had was sticking out at a funny angle. Actually, quite a serious angle (approximately 45 degrees to her other fingers). She screamed in a bloodcurdling sort of way. Her father said “here, let me have a look” and she held her hand out to him in a VERY TRUSTING MANNER. Daddy could not be trusted. He took her finger and yanked it! Ow! Ow! OW!! But it was back in place. They went to Blackpool pleasure beach that night. Lucy did not go on any rides, but ate paracetamol and cockles while the tears ran down her face. FIN ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW 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 purpletrousers at xxx.com Wed Sep 22 00:20:22 2004 From: purpletrousers at xxx.com (jim taylor) Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 00:20:22 +0100 Subject: Sinister: London Elliott Smith tribute this Friday +stuff Message-ID: As promised a while back, the (London) Elliott Smith tribute show details (sorry for the lack of notice) as per http://www.sweetadeline.net/london/ "The show will take place at University of London Union on Friday, 24 September 2004. Live music will run from seven thirty sharp to eleven pm. Tickets can be purchased from ticketweb or the ULU box office - 0207 664 2000 or see ULU website for opening times." full line up "with special guest to be announced" on the above link. I'm actually going to be with family elsewhere on Friday, so I'm hoping that the people that have put in loads of hard work making this happen are going to get some support???! If like me you can't make it but have the urge to allow a little more good to come out of the dear greasy haired one's death, then you can donate a few pennies online at http://www.kidsco.org.uk/donate.php the charity that is being supported in the UK. There is an official Elliott US charity, but it seems to make sense to help out locally. Content? erm, possibly the first artist to have supported B&S to have died? and yet more content: A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to see Stefano aka 'My Dear Killer' of this parish perform at the rather beautiful 'The Nick Drake Tribute Gathering 2004' http://www.geocities.com/ndtg2004/ You'll be glad to hear the Stef did the sini-massive proud, it was odd to be in the place Nick Drake sang as a choir boy and hosted his funeral. erm I'm sure there's lots more I'm supposed to say... sad I missed London picnic as was away on a retreat, good to see some of the usual suspects got some fresh air. hope you are all well & happy big snogs jim +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Sep 22 12:24:10 2004 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 12:24:10 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Sting bean jean (part 1 of 3) Message-ID: Hello you sons of bitches, How are you? Can't be that well since I've just insulted all of you by suggesting that you are the offspring of female canines. And also half of you further by insinuating that you are in fact not girls, but boys! Take that. I just got stung by a wasp this morning. The cheeky fucker. In fairness it was in self defence because I was too sleepy eyed to see it this morning and stepped on it by accident - but what the fuck was it doing lurking on my kitchen floor? I tried to take my mind off the pain by occupying my thoughts with mental exercises, so I tried to think of every word in the English language that rhymed with "luck", and I could only think of "Fuck", so I shouted that out repeatedly, whilst curled up on the floor holding my left middle toe. I don't think it could have been very becoming. P.S. You'd be glad to know that during the stinging process, the pain had caused me to jump up and down, and the wasp died during the stampede. And so it probably didn't feel the pain when I cremated it on the gas cooker afterwards. (And chanted "The wasp, the wasp, the wasp is on fire. We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn, BURN MOTHERFUCKER, BURN!!!!") Boy, revenge is sweet. You sting me, I turn you into carbon. My toe still fucking hurts. 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. 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Wed Sep 22 14:10:06 2004 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 14:10:06 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Lond-on wheel (part 2 of 3 - has nothing to do with London Eye ex cept you can see the London Eye from Primrose Hill) Message-ID: Hey bitch, So, the other day we had one of them Sinister picnic things! At the London sinister central NW3! And we had a grand ole time. It's good of Ben to test our memory by deliberately missing out Mark Hester from the list of those who attended to see if we really paid attention. So there! It was a glorious day, it's sometimes easy to forget how nice the view from Primrose Hill really is. It's windy there, too. Robin Stout provided tomatoes from a farmer called John (I think..), as we all sat there looking for gherkins, sat there with our overheated hair and chatted about everything non-B&S. And later there was football playing and watching. Matt Henderson shagged Calamity Jane, but really it's Calamity JAMES who needs to be ravaged and possibly have his back broken so that he is not allowed to keep goal ever again. That afternoon I had drunkenly tried a spell of goal keeping too after a bottle of wine, the results were not dissimilar. And after that still! The hardcore party people went for Tapas at a place that is NAMED AFTER A SPANISH DURAN DURAN COVER BAND(!!) and then to Crimes Against Pop where fun music was played and Miss Marianna was encountered. During that weekend we had also started an ongoing challenge to find songs whose lyrics mentions either - a fruit - a piece of furniture - an alcoholic beverage (but no B+S songs allowed as that'd be too easy) It's harder than you think! My toe hurts more than you think, too. 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Wed Sep 22 15:17:59 2004 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 15:17:59 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Glasgow's where the summer goes (part 3 of 3 - has nothing to do with London, aye) Message-ID: Hi retards, AND (the fun never ends with me!) the other weekend I went to try Glasgow a little more. And goodness me I tried it. Don't listen to those who try to dissuade you from trying it, because it's fun. I arrived Glasgow expecting to be anonymous, it being 400 miles away and all from my house and staying at the worst/best B+B of Glasgow. Around 7pm I went to look for some Chinese food on Byres Road and across the road a couple of NEDS were making gestures at me, as I was giving them back the fingers I realised that they were MATT HENDERSON and PATRICK DOYLE! Who have turned from indie twee fuckers to indie neds. A little compliment on their Adidas football top and Burberry hat was all it was needed to gain their trust, and they let me into their den! As soon as I walked in I was greeted by the legions of girls as they pamper Matt and Patrick, and served me a Chicken Jalfrazi, it was crazy! Matt then started fist fights with a load of people in another room - he knocked out a guy (who had a knife) with his bare fist! I was impressed. And then we went to this place called the Little League! Which was little, but definitely not rank. I discovered that People In Glasgow Don't Dance. At least not before 11pm, when they all start going mental (doing what some people may not classify as dancing but more "being stung by an invisible wasp"). I saw Stuart Murdoch there omg! And his ass (being stung by an invisible wasp at the time) accidentally featured on one of the pictures I took of the dance floor. If this isn't list-contents I don't know what is. On Saturday I went shopping and bought a load of Ned clothing from TJ-MAXX, in order to fit in with the cool kids of Glasgow. It worked, I think! I became a member of the Winchester Club that night and watched some grate bands! There was Ally Kerr (featuring mr sleekasounds!) and Lucky Luke, plus ACCORDION EXTRAVAGANZA which was crazy! I want to learn to play the accordion. In other news, "Cryptic Clues" is the best quiz machine game ever. My toe STILL hurts. 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. 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 Katia913 at xxx.com Fri Sep 24 17:23:21 2004 From: Katia913 at xxx.com (Katia913 at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2004 12:23:21 -0400 Subject: Sinister: A second rate belle and sebastian Message-ID: <6B504BF0.53E7D251.0077470B@aol.com> Dear sinister, This past weekend, I became a bit of a groupie. Now I want to preface, this has only happened out of a sort of happy accident. I saw The Sunshine Fix and Saturday Looks Good to Me two nights in a row. The reason for this is real simple: my parents wanted me to come home and visit from College. I go to school three hours out of Chicago, so I hitched a ride home, listened to Ace of Base as I drove through the corn, and ate some Tiramisu at a belated birthday dinner. Saturday I saw the above bands. Now for those of you who don't know Saturday, you all should check em out. I saw them open for Mates of State a few years ago and was hooked. You'd all love them. The lead singer told us why at the show. He sang a song about his ex girlfriend, who used to be a part of the band. Admittenly, I was anamored with this woman. She was blond, full of spunk, wore adorable clothes and made me want drastically to be her! (Alas, I am neither blond nor cute...) This song was sad, durring an encore. He rambled on about her, no tune or nothing. Durring the long long long wavering song, he shouts out "YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE A SECOND RATE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN!" Poor Saturday, they only have seven members and just wont be able to compete. Shoot! But you all should check 'em out. Good day, lovers! Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 pdlngsp at xxx.pt Fri Sep 24 18:24:10 2004 From: pdlngsp at xxx.pt (Bruno Gomes) Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2004 17:24:10 -0000 Subject: Sinister: A to the muthafukin K (er... Z) References: <200409221235.NAA03297@missprint.org> Message-ID: <003001c4a25b$5bad6370$02060059@sata.com> Hi there, beautiful freaks... Don't you think it's about time for one more poll? It goes like this: which are thes best A to Z songs ever? i.e. something like: Abba, dancing queen; Blur, parklife; Can, mushroom; David bowie, heroes; ELLIOTT SMITH, HAPPINESS; etc... Send your lists to pdlngsp at sata.pt with AZ as subject, will you? (and please ignore "The"'s - i.e. a song by The Smiths counts as a S song) BG Barry: Holy shite. What the fuck is that? Dick: It's the new Belle and Sebastian-- Rob: It's a record we've been listening to and enjoying, Barry. Barry: Well, that's unfortunate, because it sucks ass! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Sep 29 16:52:26 2004 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 16:52:26 +0100 Subject: Sinister: 7 summers wasting Message-ID: Hi sinisters, Look I even put in little subheading thingies this time. The love -------- Katia wrote: >He sang a song about his ex girlfriend, who used to be a part of the >band. Admittenly, I was anamored with this woman. She was blond, full >of spunk, wore adorable clothes and made me want drastically to be her! >(Alas, I am neither blond nor cute...) This song was sad, durring an >encore. He rambled on about her, no tune or nothing. Durring the long >long long wavering song, he shouts out "YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE A >SECOND RATE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN!" But losing a girlfriend who was blonde, full of spunk, with fancy clothes and who was in your band is no way to be like Belle and Sebastian at all!! Especially with the full of spunk bit, hear, hear! It's funny when people say "hear hear!" they sometimes pronounce it like "hair, hair!" The pain -------- Speaking of Hair, I forgot to mention the last time the worst injury I endured - I only just remembered this - there was this one day when I was six or seven years old when I discovered some strange growth of hair in a certain area.. Oh wait, that was when I was eleven and it was a totally different story! So there was this one day when I was six or seven, when I discovered some strange looking apparatus in the bathroom! It was neither phallic nor ring-shaped, rather, it was a T-shaped device that appeared to be a blade attached to a handle - Hey! I found a RAZOR. Hello nurse! So obviously I had to try it out - I learnt how to use chopsticks by copying what my dad did, I'd seen him shave, so I can DO THIS!! And it was a success!!! Minutes later my face was smooth as silk - and covered in blood!! For some reason I didn't remember feeling all that much pain! I casually walked to the living room to show off my trim to my mum and sister, but instead of the expected applause, they had the look of absolute HORROR on their face. They took me to the mirror and HOLY SHIT! I was totally covered in blood. Haha. Thankfully my face recovered perfectly. I could well have ended up as someone not quite the dashing young man with a stunning look who I am today! The repentance -------------- Another thing I had also forgotten from the last post was that, when preparing for the London Sinister Picnic, I remembered that we'd let the SEVENTH SINISTER BIRTHDAY RED KNICKERS DAY slip by! Shame on you! Shame on us. In repentance, I've been wearing the same pair of red knickers for the past few days. I guess I didn't really do it in repentance, maybe the first day was, but now it's kinda glued stuck a little. But yes, it really has been seven years - I haven't been here for half of that time, but I certainly feel that more than half of me has definitely involved this sinister list one way or another. The things I've learnt, the music I loved, the people I know, the happy times, the occasional sad and soppy times I shared with you lot. Fuck, I can make a list of it, but that'd be making a list about the list, on the list, and I'd get confused. I really wish that it will never end. More posts, please. Ken P.S.: My toe is not killing me now. ********************************************************************** 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 kristinssmitchell at xxx.uk Wed Sep 29 18:59:34 2004 From: kristinssmitchell at xxx.uk (Kristin Mitchell) Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 18:59:34 +0100 Subject: Sinister: oh the thoughts... Message-ID: <006101c4a64e$149d0070$6401a8c0@KRISTIN> This may or may not work, so hey. I'm having a bit of a sucky day, and I feel like inflicting my suckiness upon others. However, I can't put my finger on what makes it suck, I think it might be my head, and my memory, and everything I think of. So that sort of makes it difficult to inflict it upon you, you'll just have to have sympathetic suckiness pains for me. Moving on... So Ken Chu survived his trip to Glasgow, and he's still posting regularly, and Matt Henderson and Ally Cooke and Stacey whatsherface all posting as well, and Ben Apps, and Lucy Alder... blimey. And Jay Eckard and David Hewitt, and it's all starting to make my head spin a bit. And even Michael "dance showdown winner" Grant, although if it were 2001, he'd probably be about 10 years old. It feels like 2001 again. Actually, it really does feel like 2001 again. I bumped into an old friend, from pre-anything-related-to-B&S days, at the Winchester, and he's now on my "I'm going to harrass you when I'm bored" list for emailing. We've been catching up a bit, although it's always hard to try and summarise a few years or so into one email. Although goodness knows I do try. So onto worst injuries. Hmm. Getting a broken collar bone was a pain in the neck (arf), particularly because I couldn't do a great deal with myself. I had to be assisted in and out of bed (don't get any ideas, it wasn't interesting) and assisted with washing my hair, and assisted with putting clothes on (I managed to wriggle out of my clothes myself, although it did take 45 minutes to do so, which isn't great when you need toilet). It took me a wee while to develop a knack of doing all these things myself. The thing I think I remember most about it, was that it was my first day in a new job, and they were really impressed with me. They'd already had a few temps come and go, and none of them stayed more than a day, and they hoped I'd return. As for irritating injuries. Well, there was the incident a few months ago, where in the rush to shut my door, I tripped over the bin, and landed on my chin, and ended up with the most incredible bruise afterwards. It took a wee while to calm down. I ended up walking round looking like someone had drawn me a goatee beard on my chin in permanent marker pen. Which isn't great when you've got lots of meetings to attend. "What happened to you?" "I tripped up over my bin". Or the time some bloke from some band called Belle and Sebastian threw a stick of rock into the audience (I think this wins my tweest injury ever) and it bashed me slap on the forehead, which left me with a bruise, which meant it hurt every time I smiled. So I learnt to scowl more. Except when I had my photo taken for graduation, the bruise had subsided, but the pain was still there. My gradutation photo now has me sort of with this fixed smile, the only type I could manage. In terms of inflicted, I think the only pain I've inflicted is - aside from immense boredom - heartbreak. Oh no, hang on. There was the time my brother was racing me, and because he was about to win, I tripped him up, and he walloped his nose on a doorstep. Which meant my parents took him to hospital to see if his nose was broken. There's all these photos of him at his third birthday (yes, I was that cruel) with a black eye which was what he got out of my meaness from tripping him up. He doesn't know about that though, neither do my parents. They don't know it was me. Mind you, he only found out a few years ago, that a toy he thought was mine, was actually his first birthday present. I made him ask my permission before he could play with it. It wasn't that I was an unpleasant child, I just wanted to keep him firmly in his place. And I did incur a few bruises when protecting him in fights. I know, I can't win you over now I've confessed my guilt. But hey, what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger, and he's rather strong now, so, y'know... it all worked out. It's a shame though, because he was rather a cute wee toddler, with such a happy outlook on life, and he seemed to do everything I told him and looked up to me (perhaps because I was taller). All that has changed though. And with that, my confession, I can die and go to heaven. Can't I? Love idles xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kristinssmitchell at xxx.uk Wed Sep 29 20:53:04 2004 From: kristinssmitchell at xxx.uk (Kristin Mitchell) Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 20:53:04 +0100 Subject: Sinister: sinister chat revisited Message-ID: <000d01c4a65d$eef6af50$6401a8c0@KRISTIN> Incidentally, I think it's about time we breathe a new lease of life back into #sinister chat. Auntsadie has cobwebs and auntwendy is starting to resememble Tick Tock in Return to Oz. If you've got mirc (if not, download it at http://www.mirc.com) then go to the undernet server (Surrey is fine) and type /join #sinister. xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 s.santabarbara at xxx.uk Thu Sep 30 16:49:13 2004 From: s.santabarbara at xxx.uk (s.santabarbara at xxx.uk) Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 16:49:13 +0100 Subject: Sinister: don't mess with flintof {is it the right spelling?} Message-ID: <1096559353.415c2af997668@webapps.qmul.ac.uk> My Dear Sinisters and Sinistines Talking about injuries. I generally get injured quite easily, hence can’t rather classify how bad they were. I suppose falling from a stage about one meter high in a state of drunken dazyness has probably be the most entertaining for the audience. Because, as a bad habit, I tend to produce the screw up things at the very best only in the most embarrassing situation I could even think of. Being carried to the emergency in a countryside hospital at about two o’clock in the morning by another couple of not particularly healthy characters could have been rather amusing as well, if I could remember much. If I could trust my sources, which are as good as the one the mister of defence rely on, I guess, I fell of my on feet, or let’s say the support I was counting on disappeared suddenly, because they got fairly scared by the “gendarmerie” well, in our country we still have this chaps, essentially a military police, that goes around with blue cars at night, but are not generally reason of concern, unless you are driving, and you had quite a bit of boozes. Not driving myself, or well, avoiding to drive as much as I can for my and the humanity safety, I can’ say I have any personal apprehension when I see one of those cars, they don’t generally bother to stop you anyway.. however, my company of the evening was scared enough to decide to find shelter in a car park, although we were just walking and there is absolutely nothing to be scare of walking at night in the middle of the fields, apart from wolfs, that are long extinguished, and some other maniac like you who doesn’t precisely remember how to get hoe. To cut a long story short, I managed to break my nose, and have random stitches at end over my face, still don’t know how. Well, the doctor at the emergency put them, but the primary cause is extremely unclear. Not that I can remember r does actually matter, but the ‘company’ allegedly try to stop the bleeding by wobbling the rather inert body in a freezing cold washing fountains of an even more minute village a few miles of my town. That was something for the gendarmerie to be looked after, as they could have been sicars a very clandestine and scary criminal gang trying to get some top secret information out of the wrong person who just happen to be drunk enough to look as a spy. It happened that I did not drawn in the fountain for a pure causality. But. Together with the stitches I had a flu as a bonus. I still can’t believe that the people I was working for would accept the unlikely explanation that I fell of the bike. Even that happened quite a number of time in real life, and is rather painful indeed. At least I learned I had to be a lot more suspicious about the people I was hanging around with than the police. However, both of them proved to be rather useless. At least I am not the only one. As matter of fact, I would say, that being heartbroken is more painful than having a couple of stitches in you face, they recover quickly and hurt less, so if you want to go to heaven, be a nice girl/boy whatever is your preference For the much I managed to inflict quite a pit of sore scares to my own self, I ‘ve never been that good to do the same to a third party, even if I think I should have in some occasion. Until recently, when I developed a passion from cricket. Apparently is a game appreciated by sad gits, therefore I fully fulfil the requirement for the category. We had a ‘one-day’ mach with people from the department with some guys working in material science, the building just opposite. There is this guy, which is REALLY always angry. He should really take a few valium pills and was kind of taking the piss of our score and stuff as they essentially shore three hundred thousand I must admit my bowling action can’t be defined as smooth, but, might be a bit unconventional but I’m rather aggressive when it come to get a bat in my hand (is it a way to manifest some frustration? mhmhmh might be ). Things wanted that I had to bat and this character bowl, which was a ill-fated combination, because the bugger decided to essentially hit whoever was on wicket the have him off, which is part of the game, but not so fair if you’re have a game for fun I ended up limping for a couple of days as I got the damned ball banging on my left harm and left knee, which was particularly not nice {talking about injuries however he slipped one of the ball, was so slow that I had all the time to see from where it was coming and precisely where I wanted to go I actually targeted his head but just got into his chest: nice shot! Two weeks hospital for the chap {broken ribs, shame, only}, and I’ll tell you something, I don’t regret it and even scored 3 runs! Which is what matters most. We lost by about 50 runs. I can’t think about playing rugby! Have a nice week end my dears Love, peace and bouncing [hard] balls Stefano +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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