mrph | So... what did I do this weekend?

Friday was not quite as planned. People who were going to turn up didn't, and people who weren't expected to turn up did. So it really wasn't complicated after all, and no origami was involved. It was, however, rather fun - I started off at WF for a quiet pint with assorted goths and Wwk people (including Charlie's mum. Possibly the only person alive who can call her Charlotte or, eep, "Lottie" and live to tell the tale...). Then Chris and I headed on to NecroscopE, and had much fun. Decent music, decent turn-out, a very drunk Jase (birthday boy!), a few people I didn't recognise. Steve played some Belisha ("the Hounded") for me, which seemed to go down well...

Got home. Went to sleep. Got up again in the afternoon, decided that I was going to the Zeromancer gig, and launched into panic preparation mode. Just as well - the support bands weren't much cop, but Zeromancer themselves were really rather impressive. As usual. Saw Alan, Taoist/Jim, Natasha, MikEy (who I almost didn't recognise without the extensions), Nim and X-tian. Discussed politics, satanists behind bars and the future of goth. Bounced muchly to Zeromancer.

Most of the world appeared to be in Slimelight on Saturday. Aside from those of us who'd wandered down from the Underworld (Chris Underhill, Carol and Kev, Neil) there were positive hordes of netgoths -

saiira,

molochai2,

mushroomgoth,

avaritia,

fuzzygoth,

diffrentcolours (cunningly disguised by the absence of beard...), Mei-See, Marc Elston, Paul Garside and umpteen others. Just a bit busy, really. Chatted to

nils about music, chatted to "Hentai Dave" (aka

diffrentcolours) about life, danced an awful lot, generally had fun.

Award for the funniest off-the-cuff comment goes to

diffrentcolours, but I won't risk his health by repeating it here.

As usual, I was pretty sober throughout - a pint of cider at the Underworld, a can of cider at Slimelight and lots of tea and mineral water. WTF do they put in Slimelight tea? Guarana? Speed? Essence of crazed weasel?

Staggered out in the not-so-early hours, caught a northbound tube train entirely inhabited by goths, grabbed a bagel at Euston station and got the train home. Somewhere along the way, I realised just how much mud was plastered to my boots. Ah, Slimelight... ;)

And then I went to sleep.