Weekends
Hm. I seem to have neglected to write up Whitby. How remiss of me. It was good, bar a few minor incidents such as the destruction of a latex skirt. Banshee Aircrew were excellent, the football was entertaining, I have a Real Gothic FC football scarf and have downloaded the team anthem. Sophie's memorial was very moving, I had a meetup about developing the site into something bigger and shinier later that day, and later still I found myself surrounded by wonderful people at the Steampunk gathering at Sherlock's. The fish and chips were excellent, as always. I have a lovely new underbust corset despite promising myself that I wouldn't, and I have jet and silver earrings at long last. Climbing to the Abbey at 3am on Saturday night was fun, and we met unexpected people since the expected ones didn't turn up. Took part in my first gunge/wetlook shoot, though don't know how it's turned out yet so it may just have been an evening of pouring strawberry sauce on and playing in the shower and bath with another goth girl for no particular result other than a nice meal and pay for my time *ah, how we suffer for our art*

The week that passed... passed.

This weekend hasn't been quite what I thought it would. I intended to get to Free Comic Book Day yesterday, but failed due to sleeping too late after staying awake too late. Also therefore failed to get into the city in time to help a friend moving stuff from one house to the other. And, again, due to bad timing, failed to get in even in time to have hot chocolate and a slice of cake with someone who provides interesting discussion. Did manage to get into London eventually, though. Went to Slimes for socialising and seeing people who don't get to London too often. Was a fairly entertaining evening, especially when a troupe of EFG masks turned up, but was greatly spoiled by its ending- one of the Brumgoth contingent seems to have had her drink spiked, and knocked her head pretty badly as well, so I spent the morning from about 5am onward trying to be helpful and look after the injured one and her friends. I saw them off to their train about six hours later, so they should all be home and safe by now. Flyered Camden with the Listing's cards, failed to get to the London Alternative Market due to dislike of extended time on public transport, and eventually stumbled home via tube, train and bus due to works on the line at Liverpool st *and* at Colchester preventing my taking a single journey.

Now, I suspect I still have the grimy air of Slimelight on my flesh, so I think I'm going to have a quick, thorough shower, then a long, luxurious bath. Shower first so that I do not stew in my own shed skin and grime in the bath. Slimes always leaves me feeling grimy.