Whtiby Goth Weekend--Abridged

I’ll find the time to write a longer post about Whitby at some point in the near future.  (Maybe tonight... maybe tomorrow.  I’m going to be installing Jaunty Jackalope tonight, so it all kind of depends on how that goes.)

In the meantime, here’s a few quick lessons I learned over my three days:

1. Although the sight of streets awash with goths is scary, few sights warm the cockles of my heart as so many of them walking down the streets, enjoying 99 Flakes with strawberry sauce;
2. Cameras should be banned from concerts.  What the hell is the matter with you people?  The band is right there.  Why do you need all your experiences sanitised by a screen?
3. I need to learn how to sew so I can make myself a new costume.  It’s going to be the best costume ever;
4. Socialising is fun!  You would not believe how much that one screws with my head.  It’s like being kicked out an air lock and discovering you can breathe in a vacuum.  I’m a bit terrified and wondering where the real me has gone;
5. Whitby has more fish and chip shops then there is actual retail space.  I swear, the sheer density of fish and chip shops in the town has created sympathetic shifts in the wave function of the town’s quanta to produce quantum fish and chip shops which shift in and out of existence, merge and split apart on a microscopic level;
6. Abney Park are an amazing live band.  Especially for all their reliance on sequences and effects, I’ve not seen such a good show since Colour of Fire;
7. Steampunk should be fun!

Anyway, hopefully more later...