Unintelligent Design

...despite initial plans to do so. I'll be in Hampshire visiting family instead,

http://www.coventry-refugee-centre.org/ seems to have vanished, but I hear that the refugee centre is still going. Anyone know if they're hidden elsewhere on the web, or are they only contactable by phone/letter/etc?

One thing I deliberately didn't mention in the Whitby posts... the sudden lack of hair. For years, I've been saying that I'd cut my hair short at 35. Which just happened to coincide with Whitby.

I'd initially planned to get a suitable haircut on the Friday or Saturday, midway through the 'main' event. That didn't quite work out - it seems that several Whitby hairdressers deliberately close over WGW - but on Monday it actually got the chop.

Walking back into the Elsinore afterwards was amusing. In fact, reactions from people were generally amusing - at Whitby, at work and in the pub last night. Heh.

Not sure if I'll keep it short in the long run. It probably won't stay in the current style, anyway. And it's causing a few fashion glitches - I need to think about which looks do/don't work with it.

Picture to follow. :)

I promised a slightly longer post, didn't I? Guess this one is it, then...

Wine, wombles and song. A cast of thousands and an unlimited supply of sausages. Fire, mead, giant mutant ducks and strange happenings involving chocolate.

It wasn't a sensible Whitby.

I didn't see all the bands I planned to. Apologies for various things are also owed to a few people reading this - plus at least one or two who aren't.

But, damn, when it was good it was good. And that's almost entirely because of the people around me.

For the last few years I've fallen into a fairly predictable Whitby routine, but this weekend's shaken that up a bit. October's likely to be different again, as various people won't be there, but with luck it's still going to be good. I'm probably not drinking all that much, mind you...

I may also have been inducted into the Church of Alan. Ooops. Can't think how that happened.

Not many photos this time. Or at least very few that I'm planning to post, aside from thedemoncrowley hefting his massive weapon, of course...

And that's about it, really. Not because there's nothing else to say, but because I'm unable to do justice to the various weird and wonderful moments with a few words on LJ.

[Still half-expecting a proper post-WGW 'crash and burn' to arrive in the next few days, mind you. Won't be complaining if it goes missing in the post, though. :)]

Edit - deliberately not mentioning The Other Thing. The one that happened fairly early on Monday. There'll be a post about that, too, but first I'd like to get to the pub tonight and catch up with the non-WGW Coventry crew... ;)

One nice thing about being back from Whitby is that I now get to catch up on webcomics. Some of which seem very appropriate.

Questionable Content, for example. :)

Home now. Tired.

Things not to do: Leave my Whitby stuff in the hallway this afternoon, get almost immediately lured out for food and Doctor Who... then trip over it in the dark when I get home again and try to disarm the alarm...

Ooops.

Work in progress.

"I can control it... I don't know how yet..."

"I like leather... which is unfortunate."

"A wide range of sauces, to cover every type of goth"

"He'd be gay if it wasn't for the sex..."

"It would have been over much sooner, if only I'd been able to swallow..."

"Shetland pony. Chocolate. No."

"Now I feel dirty for stroking his velvet..."

"Around Benji's ankles, gazing up adoringly-"
"-it's where the buxom redheads should be..."

"Oh look, you're on top..."

"I can't believe she doesn't move, she just wrinkles..."

"Morph wants to keep the torture porn"

"I can't believe you think I need Ant to hold open a frog for me..."

"you want to floss his brain?"
"Just his pixie..."

"these aren't going on LiveJournal are they? They're just for your personal use..."

"It may have less buttocks than the optimal plan..."

"If you're fluffy to start with and then you get wet, I think you get slimy..."

"The bellabunny rampage list..."

"Is it now I have to tackle him to the floor...?"

"You've got something stuck in your monkey!"

"You can all take turns with me"

"Morph still has tasty balls...!"

"Are your knees arousing people again...?"

"Hello, you look like you're easily stackable..."

"No elf porn! Not this early in the day..."

"...and why do all my quotes involve porn!"

"No, no, not with the porn!"

"Men don't tesselate"

"There are so many other goths out there to terrorize, why pick on us?"

Possibly a 5.5 mile walk through the more scenic bits of Warwickshire wasn't the best way to finish a very hectic weekend. But it was fun.

Well, I think it was fun, anyway. My legs may disagree. :)

I may be mostly dead, but I have gin. I win.

B-Movie. 13 April 2007
So... who's planning to be there?