Photos (Whitby Gothic Weekend: April 98!!)

From the Whitby Gothic Weekend!!
[Apr 24th - Apr 26th 1998]
(Thanks to Sian, Sal, and Colin for the Photos!!!)

OK. I was recently shown these photographs by Sal, and was shocked since I had forgotten all about them. Even now, after seeing the photo's and being reminded of the event, it is all hazy in my mind.

Col, and my good self pounce on Sian's bed, and more importantly Sian herself. I can't remember why we did it. Whether she had insulted us. Whether she had vodka. Or whether I had pounced on her like I normally did, and Col had just decided to join in.

The photos were taken by Sal, who was sat in the corner of the room, taking photos for blackmail purposes, while trying not to look at what was going on (or so she claims)

It looks dodgy, but it is not. It's just a photograph of three friends messing about harmlessly on a bed. Look closely at the people involved, you see that they are all fully dressed? Good that shows that it was not some weird threesome.

I am not a Vampire. Why do people insist on taking photographs of me in poses where it looks like I am biting someone's neck? I am not.. To the best of my knowledge I have never bitten any of the people in this photo. But I may have bitten the blonde at some point, but if I did it was because she asked nicely.

Colin and I, win the fight. The blonde surrenders and decides to hide down the side of the bed. Well either that happened or she misjudged the size of the bed and fell off. Trust me, it could happen. You would not believe how many times she has rolled over in bed and almost fallen off. And I am not even going to mention walls that move when she is not looking so she would bang them every time she got into bed. And I would like to point out that most these things would happen without the aid of alcohol.

One word explains it all… that world is BLONDE!!!

Sian emerges from the side of the bed, her hair in a mess, and as everyone who has ever known a Goth will tell you, Mess up a Goths hair, and you better run for your life.

Colin backs away slowly, trying to get away from Sian before she realises what a mess her hair is in. While I turn into a gibbering wreck and try and find my special place before the pain, and maiming starts.

You can run, but you can't hide! Especially when she knows where you live. And even more so when you want to crash in her house on a visit you have planned in a week or two's time.