We had some good machines, but they don't work no more

I've got a bleak dose of Whitby/goth nostalgia creeping up on me - I blame the bug and the weather, but that doesn't entirely help.

I miss the days when Manc/Ox/Cam/Cov/Brum/Soton goths seemed almost tribal, when ducks, courgettes and T-shirt slogans were the order of the day.

I miss the days when I could buy Manuskript CDs in a music shop in central Coventry, and you'd see at least half a dozen Coventry people on the train to/from any Birmingham gig.

[For that matter, I miss the days when there were regular Birmingham gigs, with a decent attendance and a great atmosphere to 'em - yes, there were some stinkers too, but...]

I miss the days when people actually danced in the Whitby Spa, damnit.