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robinblokeI think... I need a holiday, to recover from my holiday.
Monday, Monday was Electric Dreams... ahhhh, can you want to move house just because of a club?! The music was fantastic, even if they did utterly overplay DM, but that gave myself and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duranorak a chance to rest between the good music, Duran Duran, Visage, Bowie, A-Ha, Men without Hats, and, and and... ahhhh. Some bloke took my picture for the website, oh dear, strike the pose. Must go again, it was really great! Big hugs to duranorak for crash space and stuff.
Tuesday was Pizza and crawling slowly home, mmmmm pizza. And then The Calling in the evening, wearing chainmail, which meant I was actually fairly glad the music was more background noise so I could lurk and chat instead of killing myself on the dance floor. Not as many there, but still a good night of chatting and bimbling and the occasional dance. On the way back via the Van of Death™ for a lard burger a gaggle of irish lasses accosted the van and amused me;
Lass1: Oh it's a goth, you have goths here too?
Lass2: Whats a goth?
More photos, I fear for peoples cameras sometimes.
I'm fairly shattered today, I need a long snooze; and I've got Electric Ballroom on Friday... busy tiring week... but fun.
Excuse me while I try and find a way to sleep without my boss finding out now.
Stay peachy.
Monday, Monday was Electric Dreams... ahhhh, can you want to move house just because of a club?! The music was fantastic, even if they did utterly overplay DM, but that gave myself and
duranorak a chance to rest between the good music, Duran Duran, Visage, Bowie, A-Ha, Men without Hats, and, and and... ahhhh. Some bloke took my picture for the website, oh dear, strike the pose. Must go again, it was really great! Big hugs to duranorak for crash space and stuff.Tuesday was Pizza and crawling slowly home, mmmmm pizza. And then The Calling in the evening, wearing chainmail, which meant I was actually fairly glad the music was more background noise so I could lurk and chat instead of killing myself on the dance floor. Not as many there, but still a good night of chatting and bimbling and the occasional dance. On the way back via the Van of Death™ for a lard burger a gaggle of irish lasses accosted the van and amused me;
Lass1: Oh it's a goth, you have goths here too?
Lass2: Whats a goth?
More photos, I fear for peoples cameras sometimes.
I'm fairly shattered today, I need a long snooze; and I've got Electric Ballroom on Friday... busy tiring week... but fun.
Excuse me while I try and find a way to sleep without my boss finding out now.
Stay peachy.
