Recipe for healing the soul...
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alixandreaTake a bunch of ripe goths and marinade them gently in cool salt air.
Add some fresh rainwater, lots of PVC, lace, velvet, rubber, leather, silver and other shiny/sumptuous things.
Mix them all together in a big hall, with alcohol to taste, then place in musical mixer.
When done to liking, sprinkle with plenty of sex...
I was engaged at 17. My then boyfriend and I went to Avebury for the first time in February 1999. There was a ring there that I loved, and went on about, actually hoping Ross would remember what it looked like for future reference.
Instead he bought it.
Now this was a few months after (the first time) he cheated on me, which had been with a Goth I had known (and been in awe of) for several years, named Eva. When Ross and I got home from Avebury, we had a big long discussion, which basically involved him asking me if he could go with Eva (without me) to the Whitby Gothic Weekend that April. I was obviously rather upset at this, and so to cheer me up (after I had said no in no uncertain terms) Ross got out the ring, told me he had 'been going to wait until Valentines Day for this,' and proposed to me.
The rest is - as they say - history. This entry is dedicated to said ex, who will soon be receiving a birthday card.
I almost wish I'd sent one from Whitby...
Erik and I set out Thursday noonish, not too late. The drive up (courtesy of Peta) was smooth and lovely, if a little scary across the moors! Saw the hippies (and felt very sorry for them) camping on the moorland and got to prove to everyone that The Levellers _are_ a great band! Got to the hotel and had to wait for the owner to get back from picking up his child from school, but we didn't wait too long, and the room turned out to be lovely and large (if having a hobbit-sized sink in the en-suite), as it was the family one. Plenty of bedspace for clothes then, although Erik wasn't that impressed by my 'I'm having the top bunk!' comment. I meant for dresses you silly bugger! ;-P
Anyway, got changed into the Halloween/anniversary dress and set out to walk the whole 500-odd yards to the Elsinore.
I barely made it out of the door before being mugged.
By Hanna, who was collecting a corset from Kassage, who was in the hotel next door...
;-)
Finally extricated myself from the (very svelte-looking) Dathedi, and Erik and I went for our first drink together in Whitby. The Elsi was of course packed with Goths of all shapes, sizes and sorts, as was The Little Angel opposite. Met up with lots of people, much huggitude with random London-Goths who I had been desperately missing for the last 6 months. Met several new people, including a lady dressed head to toe (including hair) in grey and white. Really beautiful outfit, it looked like she'd made it all in one go, but was bits and pieces picked up over the years from thrift stores. Wow! She and I were perhaps the only two wearing white, which was actually commented on positively by several completely random people. I did however feel the need to put my hand over my (very visible) cleavage while moving around. Being short can be a pain sometimes! Big admiration to Red Drag Diva however, who managed to remember _not_ to talk (solely) to my breasts...!
Erik and I came home fairly early, and began a theme that was to last the weekend, namely some of the best fucking sex I have ever had!! ;-)
Friday morning, dressed up for the bazaar and headed out. We had some time before it opened, so walked along the pier to the end (the planks are rather far apart for comfort) and got shown around a few things. Checked out some of the charity shops, but couldn't really find anything I was willing to pay that much for (over-inflated prices for the weekend of course.) Went into a rather cool alternative shop and bought a really nice bag to replace the one that was stolen (reduced due to a fault I can fix!) had a drink in the Duke of York, then headed up to the Spa.
Its funny, all these legendary places were new and exciting for me, and I could suddenly see what everyone had been talking about. By the time I got to the Bazaar I was very much up for some serious shopping. I knew what I wanted and what I was looking for generally as well, so didn't really spend that much time browsing, rather heading on as soon as I knew they didn't have what I wanted.
I found the black satin steel-boned over-bust 24" waist Vollers corset at a stall at the back for not-very-much, and got laced into it straight away. Finally! :-)
No-one had the shoes I wanted, but there was a rather gorgeous bodice that I had to have (so did). I umm-ed over a white camo corset and resolved to 'come back tomorrow.' Found a lovely bat-collar, which I had been looking for for a long time, and which instantly went around my neck.
Erik wasn't in a shopping mood, so we had a couple of drinks and headed off to get some food. We ended up at 'The Pier' got the waitress confused with our order, and finally had The Nicest Fish And Chips (tm). My Gods it was just DIVINE!! Mmmmmmmm....
(Got called a hobbit for 'thinking with my stomach'. Damnitt, I _don't_ shave my feet!!)
Anyway, back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. Got somewhat rather distracted (read very very distracted! ;-) ) and finally got into that evening's outfit (red with black mesh) when I could walk again...
The bands: the first very silly (bad miming guys...) the second I didn't see much of, the third (Season's End) were absolutely fantastic. Erik and I decided to fish the guitars out of the life-storage-area (spare room) and start writing something a bit similar, since we both really enjoy floaty girly vocals over growling/deep male and heavy but melodic guitars. Very nice. The last band were truly dreadful but somehow won the competition, possibly because all the people who hated them had gone home in disgust before the 'prove which band you liked best scream-a-thon' ending.
Erik and I got an early night (well, went home early anyway...) and once again made it to breakfast the next morning.
Saturday, I couldn't believe it was only just the weekend. We started the day by having a lovely shower, then going up to the abbey, and checking out the pirate graves, the new visitor centre and the abbey itself. Got some lovely piccies, but none of us, as we were both in our Punk gear, and somehow wouldn't have looked right against the old stone! ;-)
Instead we went shopping again, and I got worked up about the camo corset, only to find that I actually preferred the pinstripe one when I got down to the stall.
Got laced into it.
Bought it.
Went back to the Elsinore for a drink, and met up with Giger Odie, Derek and others, and headed off for Goth Bowling. Apparently next time there will be team t-shirts, which I'm actually quite excited about (sad I know.)
I've only ever bowled once before, and this was with little balls (*snigger*. Oh grow up! ;-P.) I certainly had no idea what the scoring was about, but the cheers and hilarity that ensued from my launching a ball across my lane, into my neighbour's, and 'picking up their spare with a strike' makes me think that I must have done something right...!
There was much speculation as to whether my knickers were green or blue (blue with black tiger stripe...) which may have led to my comedy shot, as I was trying desperately not to show anything under my obscenely short skirt!!
Back to the hotel, the skirt and corset got left on.
The rest of my clothes did not...
Once again we headed out when we could move. Wore black PVC with UV jewellery. We got our photo taken by some random guy, which was nice. Wish these people with cameras would give out cards though...
Swarf were suberb, I really didn't think I'd like them. Maybe I just have a thing about female vocalists, I sympathise with them on a deep level. Narcissus Pool were punk-tastic, Erik was salivating over the mowy, and weighing up the pros and cons of one for himself. Finally decided (after much sighing over the pros of velvety-short-sides) that his hair the way it is is still much nicer than it would be mowy-fied.
Small glitch when I got cross that he wasn't where I thought he would be when I got back from the bar, but not at all serious, and silly now I look back. I _really_ needed some air though...
Last Rites were just as I remembered them. Dreadful. Technically they were better than when I last saw them at the Boat Race, but they still had no action, no drive, no excitement. They looked thoroughly bored. They bored me, much as Slayer did at Tattoo the Planet, no energy at all. We left after about the third song, having given them a chance just to be sure they really were crap.
Sunday morning was made amusing by the Goths on the next table from us describing their room as, 'the one downstairs from the unicycle and nextdoor to the noisy lovemaking...)
*Grin*
It was also drinking day. Erik and I had hardly had any the whole weekend (*gasp* etc.) having been thoroughly distracted by each other and the whole event. We therefore headed off to the Elsinore with the idea of getting hammered, but only managed mildly tipsy. Good conversation - most notably with a 51 year old lady goth who had re-discovered her life after 25 years in an abusive relationship. I found talking to her very theraputic and immensely appropriate, despite my own experience having 'only' been psychological. She's bringing her 17 year old son to the next event!
Erik played silly buggers with lighters and lighter-fluid, I got fish and chips (not that good, don't go to the first fish and chip shop on the road alongside the harbour on the Elsi side...) we drank more then went back to the hotel (the corset was starting to hurt) and had (yup, you guessed it) more great sex... Fell asleep a while, so consequently hungover and late for Laughtons. Wore the pink/white/black wedding dress, wings and rose (which I lost :-(.)
Laughtons was hot, sticky and sweaty. The sound system was knackered, they didn't have proper orange juice, and they only played three or four dance-worthy songs. I did get my picture taken dancing to Rebel Yell however, which was cool :-).
We decided fairly quickly to head back to the Elsinore, and finished the evening in pleasant surroundings, with good company - although this was mainly each other as we did manage to have a very wonderful, deep conversation. Got completely ignored (despite Erik making attempts to be friendly I must add...) by ... but that was to be expected I guess.
Home, sleep, breakfast, pack. Waited outside for a while for everyone to get organised, then got driven home once more. We stopped on a plateau just on the moor past the 'top secret, its not there honust guv' military site, for Erik to take our last photo - of the moorlands falling away to the horizon, not the bloody huge radio tower 'Dalek Fort'...
I spent much time in the car asleep and/or listening to Jethro Tull and the Tea Party, which was nice. Batteries unfortunately died before the end, and the service station wanted £5 for 2(!), so no more music for us :-(
And so here I am, home safe and well, aching all over, happy (very) and about to join Erik at the KSR... Photos will be available as soon as they are uploaded.
I finally made it to Whitby, and will certainly be going again and again...
:-)
Add some fresh rainwater, lots of PVC, lace, velvet, rubber, leather, silver and other shiny/sumptuous things.
Mix them all together in a big hall, with alcohol to taste, then place in musical mixer.
When done to liking, sprinkle with plenty of sex...
I was engaged at 17. My then boyfriend and I went to Avebury for the first time in February 1999. There was a ring there that I loved, and went on about, actually hoping Ross would remember what it looked like for future reference.
Instead he bought it.
Now this was a few months after (the first time) he cheated on me, which had been with a Goth I had known (and been in awe of) for several years, named Eva. When Ross and I got home from Avebury, we had a big long discussion, which basically involved him asking me if he could go with Eva (without me) to the Whitby Gothic Weekend that April. I was obviously rather upset at this, and so to cheer me up (after I had said no in no uncertain terms) Ross got out the ring, told me he had 'been going to wait until Valentines Day for this,' and proposed to me.
The rest is - as they say - history. This entry is dedicated to said ex, who will soon be receiving a birthday card.
I almost wish I'd sent one from Whitby...
Erik and I set out Thursday noonish, not too late. The drive up (courtesy of Peta) was smooth and lovely, if a little scary across the moors! Saw the hippies (and felt very sorry for them) camping on the moorland and got to prove to everyone that The Levellers _are_ a great band! Got to the hotel and had to wait for the owner to get back from picking up his child from school, but we didn't wait too long, and the room turned out to be lovely and large (if having a hobbit-sized sink in the en-suite), as it was the family one. Plenty of bedspace for clothes then, although Erik wasn't that impressed by my 'I'm having the top bunk!' comment. I meant for dresses you silly bugger! ;-P
Anyway, got changed into the Halloween/anniversary dress and set out to walk the whole 500-odd yards to the Elsinore.
I barely made it out of the door before being mugged.
By Hanna, who was collecting a corset from Kassage, who was in the hotel next door...
;-)
Finally extricated myself from the (very svelte-looking) Dathedi, and Erik and I went for our first drink together in Whitby. The Elsi was of course packed with Goths of all shapes, sizes and sorts, as was The Little Angel opposite. Met up with lots of people, much huggitude with random London-Goths who I had been desperately missing for the last 6 months. Met several new people, including a lady dressed head to toe (including hair) in grey and white. Really beautiful outfit, it looked like she'd made it all in one go, but was bits and pieces picked up over the years from thrift stores. Wow! She and I were perhaps the only two wearing white, which was actually commented on positively by several completely random people. I did however feel the need to put my hand over my (very visible) cleavage while moving around. Being short can be a pain sometimes! Big admiration to Red Drag Diva however, who managed to remember _not_ to talk (solely) to my breasts...!
Erik and I came home fairly early, and began a theme that was to last the weekend, namely some of the best fucking sex I have ever had!! ;-)
Friday morning, dressed up for the bazaar and headed out. We had some time before it opened, so walked along the pier to the end (the planks are rather far apart for comfort) and got shown around a few things. Checked out some of the charity shops, but couldn't really find anything I was willing to pay that much for (over-inflated prices for the weekend of course.) Went into a rather cool alternative shop and bought a really nice bag to replace the one that was stolen (reduced due to a fault I can fix!) had a drink in the Duke of York, then headed up to the Spa.
Its funny, all these legendary places were new and exciting for me, and I could suddenly see what everyone had been talking about. By the time I got to the Bazaar I was very much up for some serious shopping. I knew what I wanted and what I was looking for generally as well, so didn't really spend that much time browsing, rather heading on as soon as I knew they didn't have what I wanted.
I found the black satin steel-boned over-bust 24" waist Vollers corset at a stall at the back for not-very-much, and got laced into it straight away. Finally! :-)
No-one had the shoes I wanted, but there was a rather gorgeous bodice that I had to have (so did). I umm-ed over a white camo corset and resolved to 'come back tomorrow.' Found a lovely bat-collar, which I had been looking for for a long time, and which instantly went around my neck.
Erik wasn't in a shopping mood, so we had a couple of drinks and headed off to get some food. We ended up at 'The Pier' got the waitress confused with our order, and finally had The Nicest Fish And Chips (tm). My Gods it was just DIVINE!! Mmmmmmmm....
(Got called a hobbit for 'thinking with my stomach'. Damnitt, I _don't_ shave my feet!!)
Anyway, back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. Got somewhat rather distracted (read very very distracted! ;-) ) and finally got into that evening's outfit (red with black mesh) when I could walk again...
The bands: the first very silly (bad miming guys...) the second I didn't see much of, the third (Season's End) were absolutely fantastic. Erik and I decided to fish the guitars out of the life-storage-area (spare room) and start writing something a bit similar, since we both really enjoy floaty girly vocals over growling/deep male and heavy but melodic guitars. Very nice. The last band were truly dreadful but somehow won the competition, possibly because all the people who hated them had gone home in disgust before the 'prove which band you liked best scream-a-thon' ending.
Erik and I got an early night (well, went home early anyway...) and once again made it to breakfast the next morning.
Saturday, I couldn't believe it was only just the weekend. We started the day by having a lovely shower, then going up to the abbey, and checking out the pirate graves, the new visitor centre and the abbey itself. Got some lovely piccies, but none of us, as we were both in our Punk gear, and somehow wouldn't have looked right against the old stone! ;-)
Instead we went shopping again, and I got worked up about the camo corset, only to find that I actually preferred the pinstripe one when I got down to the stall.
Got laced into it.
Bought it.
Went back to the Elsinore for a drink, and met up with Giger Odie, Derek and others, and headed off for Goth Bowling. Apparently next time there will be team t-shirts, which I'm actually quite excited about (sad I know.)
I've only ever bowled once before, and this was with little balls (*snigger*. Oh grow up! ;-P.) I certainly had no idea what the scoring was about, but the cheers and hilarity that ensued from my launching a ball across my lane, into my neighbour's, and 'picking up their spare with a strike' makes me think that I must have done something right...!
There was much speculation as to whether my knickers were green or blue (blue with black tiger stripe...) which may have led to my comedy shot, as I was trying desperately not to show anything under my obscenely short skirt!!
Back to the hotel, the skirt and corset got left on.
The rest of my clothes did not...
Once again we headed out when we could move. Wore black PVC with UV jewellery. We got our photo taken by some random guy, which was nice. Wish these people with cameras would give out cards though...
Swarf were suberb, I really didn't think I'd like them. Maybe I just have a thing about female vocalists, I sympathise with them on a deep level. Narcissus Pool were punk-tastic, Erik was salivating over the mowy, and weighing up the pros and cons of one for himself. Finally decided (after much sighing over the pros of velvety-short-sides) that his hair the way it is is still much nicer than it would be mowy-fied.
Small glitch when I got cross that he wasn't where I thought he would be when I got back from the bar, but not at all serious, and silly now I look back. I _really_ needed some air though...
Last Rites were just as I remembered them. Dreadful. Technically they were better than when I last saw them at the Boat Race, but they still had no action, no drive, no excitement. They looked thoroughly bored. They bored me, much as Slayer did at Tattoo the Planet, no energy at all. We left after about the third song, having given them a chance just to be sure they really were crap.
Sunday morning was made amusing by the Goths on the next table from us describing their room as, 'the one downstairs from the unicycle and nextdoor to the noisy lovemaking...)
*Grin*
It was also drinking day. Erik and I had hardly had any the whole weekend (*gasp* etc.) having been thoroughly distracted by each other and the whole event. We therefore headed off to the Elsinore with the idea of getting hammered, but only managed mildly tipsy. Good conversation - most notably with a 51 year old lady goth who had re-discovered her life after 25 years in an abusive relationship. I found talking to her very theraputic and immensely appropriate, despite my own experience having 'only' been psychological. She's bringing her 17 year old son to the next event!
Erik played silly buggers with lighters and lighter-fluid, I got fish and chips (not that good, don't go to the first fish and chip shop on the road alongside the harbour on the Elsi side...) we drank more then went back to the hotel (the corset was starting to hurt) and had (yup, you guessed it) more great sex... Fell asleep a while, so consequently hungover and late for Laughtons. Wore the pink/white/black wedding dress, wings and rose (which I lost :-(.)
Laughtons was hot, sticky and sweaty. The sound system was knackered, they didn't have proper orange juice, and they only played three or four dance-worthy songs. I did get my picture taken dancing to Rebel Yell however, which was cool :-).
We decided fairly quickly to head back to the Elsinore, and finished the evening in pleasant surroundings, with good company - although this was mainly each other as we did manage to have a very wonderful, deep conversation. Got completely ignored (despite Erik making attempts to be friendly I must add...) by ... but that was to be expected I guess.
Home, sleep, breakfast, pack. Waited outside for a while for everyone to get organised, then got driven home once more. We stopped on a plateau just on the moor past the 'top secret, its not there honust guv' military site, for Erik to take our last photo - of the moorlands falling away to the horizon, not the bloody huge radio tower 'Dalek Fort'...
I spent much time in the car asleep and/or listening to Jethro Tull and the Tea Party, which was nice. Batteries unfortunately died before the end, and the service station wanted £5 for 2(!), so no more music for us :-(
And so here I am, home safe and well, aching all over, happy (very) and about to join Erik at the KSR... Photos will be available as soon as they are uploaded.
I finally made it to Whitby, and will certainly be going again and again...
:-)
