In the Aylesbury ident, a camera swoops round a sinister corner and along a rain-streaked elevated walkway strewn with rubbish and pigeons, as jagged pieces of concrete form the channel's number.
The new stage adaptation of "Breakfast at Tiffany's," Truman Capote's beloved portrait of a glamorous waif in 1940s New York, moves with a distinctly leaden step, as if it dreaded what might be waiting around every dark corner of the sinister city it portrays.
In one corner, a sinister white foam overflows a bucket like bubble bath intent on escape.
There is a bursting, cinematic vividness to this music, an air of an orchestral carnival with something sinister lurking around the corner.
They are juxtaposed with those doorways that lead nowhere, that powerfully evoke the sinister closed doors at the corners of Michelangelo's New Sacristy at San Lorenzo in Florence.
In the early hours, I was often startled by the metallic toilet seat, crouched in the corner like some sinister beast.
However, Sarah has a vision of a sinister man (Frank Silva) crouching in the corner of the room, and panics.
Too many songs chug along aimlessly: Rather Be is as gloopy as syrup; Numbness is plodding and flabby, despite the sinister scraping sounds that skulk in its corners.
All four corners and all 5,150lb of this sinister sport utility vehicle primed and shuddered like a cafeteria full of school children the moment before the recess bell rings.
And whatever sinister vision you might conjure of a street corner drug trafficker, try to remember that a fifteen-year-old slinger is, well, fifteen years old.
