Whitby review part #3 - Saturday

[mrph]

Saturday started with Tim yelling and sitting bolt-upright when the alarm clock went off. Always tell your roommate when you're setting the alarm. Unless it's funnier not to.

This was then followed by a healthy dose of breakfast, and a mid morning snack at Java, where we met up with imago. Java is wonderful. Good food, good coffee, an internet connection (although I was good, and didn't actually use it this time...) and the window seat is a great spot for gothwatching.

imago got a chance to properly introduce me to Marc Elston Clanger (not to be confused with the original Marc Elston, although there is a resemblance), we got chatting to some Nottgoths, and we ended up drifting down to the bazaar (via the Elsinore) passing a rather knackered Tal en route. Which is when I first heard about Fury slipping and bashing her leg. Ouch. I think she spent the rest of WGW relying on a walking stick, which doubled as a handy bludgeon...

It was somewhen around here that I first heard the vile rumour about D.U.S.T., Cauda Pavonis and the fire extinguisher, too. Dearie, dearie me. That rock'n'roll lifestyle, eh?

I didn't actually buy much at the bazaar, mostly due to severe lack of money. This seemed to be a fairly common state of affairs. As ever. So I wandered back home for a nap and a shower instead.

And then there was Saturday night. We got there early this time, and seized tables in the main hall. Many tables. Tables were not, in fact, in short supply. Chairs were, though. There was just a single row of them, against the four walls. So we grabbed lots of them, too. This time, the Cov and Bristol gathering was reinforced by the Keele goths, who happen to know Tim.

Finally mastered the Lawson Waltz, which is the traditional cov.goth response when a very drunk Matt (or, less often, Andy) approaches you with a bottle in one raised hand and the other arm extended for a hug. Step forward, take hold of their free hand and swiftly raise it, step under the arm and behind them, twirl. You should now have passed the intoxicated goth without changing their direction, spilling their beer or destroying their sense of balance. And, more importantly, without being hugged to death.

And then Sorrow came onstage, and really weren't my thing (not live, anyway. I quite like them on CD). So I went away to the lobby instead. I should, perhaps, learn not to wear the straitjacket top at Whitby when Giolla or gothslut is about. I should almost certainly know better than to wear it when they're both about. But, well, that would take all the fun out of it.

I sort-of missed Andi Sexgang, anyway. Woe is me.

And then more perking about in the foyer. Spoke to assorted people, mostly Camgoths, Camgoth cenobites and Bristol Goths. Plus the occasional Brighton goth (...). Saw, but didn't really get a chance to speak to, umpteen LJ'ers - ciphergoth, saiira,nadnad,allezbleu,kitty_goth,lucy_pointycat,araqnid, mushroomgoth,midnight_moon and more...

Was somewhat surprised to see a very sober M'Elston in bunches. Thankfully, drivenapart, Iain, Tim, Odie/Sartori and DaveH (with his endless supply of post-it notes) were their usual lunatic selves, so that was ok. And we got to wind up DaveH about sleeping in the bath. Again.

Simon was still trying to sell me his leather coat, for reasons best known to Simon. After the fifth rendition of "can I interest you in a...", this turned into a running joke and was parodied by all and sundry. Some people do remarkably good Simon impressions.

I don't remember too many notable events at the end of the evening, other than midnight_moon getting some photos of a mob of us, and a few minutes spent waiting outside the spa for miscellaneous CovGoths. It was a little weird saying goodnight to Matt. I still keep expecting to see him about in Coventry every few days- the move to Glasgow's not quite sunk in yet. Several people tried to talk me into visiting the Abbey (Kev was one, I think, although my memory is blurred) but I decided against and staggered home for sleep...

Quotes of the evening:

"I may have to kill Odie at some point. Just to slow him down a bit" - me

"We're debating the pros and cons of Sorrow"
"Since you're debating them in the foyer, can I assume the cons are winning?"
-Rog and Sean (I think)

"bouncyperkyperkybouncyperkybouncybouncyperkybounce" - gothslut, repeatedly...

Comments

Re: *grin*

[drivenapart.livejournal.com]

Couldn't agree matey. At Whitby, the CovGoth emotional rollercoaster seems to go wildly off it's rails and ends up in the Twister, with some coaches in the Ghost Train. Mind you the lack of meal did mean that Sunday was a little less...erm...timed. Nice as though it is.

Still def going again in April, but probs not doing November, but that depends on how much holiday I've got due, thanks to a 3 week hol in July.

Yak

Ah.

[mrph.livejournal.com]

I'm obviously not spending much time with the right...er..wrong Cov.goths, then. All seemed calm and pleasant enough (aside from the inevitable bouts of illness) with the bunch I saw...