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Whitby

In which we go goth-spotting


We walked up and down and around the town, admiring the scenery, admiring all the people and their outfits. I hadn’t dressed up myself. I don’t do dressing up. At the top of the steps to the abbey, we paused in the graveyard and watched people posing for photos, before turning and looking out over the sea, at the town disappearing into the mist. The weather was strange: dark, windy, but misty too. The town disappearing into winter.

Posing for photos Whitby Pier Whitby Abbey Gravestone

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Pull Shapes!

In which we spot stereotypes


Sometimes, in life, I feel a little out of place. It feels – to coin a metaphor – like I’m the only indiekid in the middle of a goth club.

Sometimes, like on Saturday night, that’s because I’m the only indiekid in the middle of a goth club.

Sometimes, though, you just have to go out, have a few drinks, and make a complete fool of yourself on the dancefloor. I do it far too infrequently, so Saturday night was a whole lot of fun. I made new friends, I bounced around a lot, and I discovered a whole new talent.*

Afterwards, we were in the takeaway over the road; and two men were already waiting there. They looked uber-indie – messy hair, beige t-shirts with witty slogans, and thick-rimmed glasses. “Are you students?” said one of the people I was with.

“Um, no,” they said. “We work over there,” pointing back at the club, “we’ve been watching you lot getting drunk all night.”

“You do look a bit … indie,” I said, rather drunkenly. I wanted to say: I’m one of YOU, really! I might be dressed in black, but I’m not one of these goth types! I’ve got Belle And Sebastian records and everything! I kept quiet, though. I didn’t really care what music I’d just been dancing to, because I’d just had a damn good night.

* Giving neck and shoulder rubs. Apparently I’m very good at it even though I have no idea at all what I’m doing.

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Synchronicity

In which our luck is in


Strange things seem to be happening together at the moment.

Last weekend, without much else to do, I went down to a munch in Leicester. I met lots of people; and as the afternoon drifted into evening people wandered away until they were just three of us left. VW, who admits she used to be a bit goth; Fuzzy, who is so goth he wears Whitby-related t-shirts; and me, Forest “Some Of My Best Friends Are Goth” Pines.

Chatting away in a small group like that, you soon learn a lot about each other. We quickly discovered that we’d all lived up in Scotland, not far from each other, two or three years ago. Not just that, but – being all at least goth-related – we used to drink in the same pubs, go to the same clubs, and so on. We even knew the same people; but somehow we’d never actually been introduced before.* It’s a small world.

The other day, I was chatting to an online friend, F. I’ve never met F, but I know she has family connections in this area, and we’ve talked a bit about the region when we’ve had nothing better to say to each other. When I’d been ambling about between London and Leicester, F had been up here in my own parish, over at a family wedding. We discussed the wedding, the guests; and what school I’d been to, to see if any of the guests would have been people I knew. Indeed, they were. In fact, we worked out that the groom was someone I’d been at school with – someone I used to sit next to in at least one class, so far as I can remember. The best man, likewise was someone I knew. In fact, he was someone I mentioned here a couple of months back. It’s a very small world.

Yesterday, I was reading JPod,** the new Douglas Coupland book. And it includes this exchange:

“What a weird coincidence. I should go out and buy a lottery ticket.”

“How come?”

“Any time you have a coincidence happen to you, it means you’ve entered a luck warp–for the next short while everything you do will be touched by it.”

Maybe, I should be out buying lottery tickets myself. Luck Warp, here I come.

* Unless we were introduced, at some point when we were all so horribly drunk that none of us remembered afterwards. That’s very possible, at least in my case.

** it’s a horrible website unless you like Flash

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Heart of darkness

In which The Mother is suspicious


The mother seemed a little concerned yesterday. “You’ve been wearing a lot of black clothes lately,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Are you a goth?”

I had to run away so I could burst out laughing. No, mother, I’m not a goth. There’s more to being a goth than wearing black trousers and a black t-shirt for a night out. “No,” I told her, “and besides, I know lots of goths who wear things that aren’t black.”

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