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In Whitby and in deep disgruntlement. Way too many people and way too many cameras. It's very difficult to talk about how much better WGW was in the old days without sounding sneery and pretentious, but WGW was much better in the old days before it became a fancy dress photo opportunity.
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"Yourself" is a reflexive pronoun. Its only appropriate use is to refer back to the subject.

Eg: "If you use it in any other context, you make yourself look a fuckwit".
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I find myself troubled by the Jade Goody story. )

Take Five.

Feb. 20th, 2009 02:18 pm
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I have often said that the reason I have never written fiction is because I lack the imagination, and as my recent silence might imply, I am now having the same problem with LJ. Thankfully, a meme has emerged whereby you invite your friends to give you five topics to write about, and this is what [livejournal.com profile] tga selected for me. You know what to do if you want five of your own.

TV talk shows, cars, lesbians, movies and Alan Rickman. Does that sound like the recipe for a good night out? )
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Gordon Brown wants to be Heathcliff.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Having a borderline personality disorder and a tenuous relationship with personal hygeine does not suggest - to anyone other than naive teenage girls who spend too much time in graveyards - that you are a beautiful, tortured soul, it suggests that you are a potentially violent, self-indulgent psycho in need of a good wash. It is a singularly unappealing quality in a potential boyfriend, so when adopted by a major world leader it becomes frankly terrifying. Is our esteemed Prime Minister trying to imply that he has been haunted into insanity by the mistakes of his past and the ghost of his spoilt little upstart of an ex-girlfriend, or did he perhaps he bump off her alcoholic brother when no-one was looking in order to cheat her nephew out of his inheritance? Either way, bit of a PR shot in the foot, non? Perhaps he should have read the book first.

What other premier public figures can be compared to notorious literary anti-heroes, viewers?
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Kid Rock you are first against the wall.

It's bad enough that you are allowed to tout your sub-Summer of '69, cliché-ridden faux-nostalgia to unsuspecting radio audiences. I, too, remember the summer of 1989, it rained a lot, everyone wore dayglo Bermuda shorts and that interminable Black Box single was number one for ever. I would be surprised to discover that anyone of my acquaintance had spent it "making love out by the lake", and nobody, but nobody spent it singing Sweet Home Alabama because everyone was too busy doing The Lambada.

Yes it's bad enough that your Dawson's Creek nonsense has made me slightly melancholic for the sun-drenched, gingham wearing, Mid West teenage years I will never experience when all the "trying different things" anyone I know got up to took place in the privacy of friends' bedrooms under the gaze of topless posters of Morrissey whilst playing Charlotte Sometimes on repeat. Alright, we didn't have no Internet, but that didn't make us all unsophisticated, in-bred morons because most of us were reading Jane Eyre by then.

The fact that you have mashed up Werewolves of London in the process should have you thrown in the Tower and sealed within a soundproofed cell to die, die, DIE, alone and forgotten, where you cannot interefere with anything else that is sacred.

Whitby.

Apr. 30th, 2008 10:40 am
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Ugh. This is the worst case of Post Whitby Disorder I have had in a long time. It was a curious weekend, managing to recall the Spirit of Whitby Past while remaining relatively grown-up and civilised. It seems to have renewed a lot of people's enthusiasm - mine included - for the weekend in general and in particular for the "official" part in the Spa. I loved being able to get a ticket just for one night and I hope this is something Top Mum will continue to offer in the future.

Other highlights included: )

I'm not going to post a corresponding list of lowlights, because there weren't really any that affected me personally and I had a wonderful time, but one situation in particular did cast a shadow over an otherwise relaxed and drama-free weekend. Quite rightly, what with the dedication of the bench and the impending sentencing of her killers, Sophie Lancaster was a name that kept coming up over the weekend. Like several of our friends, Ed and I bought wristbands in support of the S.O.P.H.I.E (Stamp Out Prejudice, Hatred and Intolerance Everywhere) campaign, which is a message I know is close to many people's hearts and one which most of Whitby and the goth community in general seems to have got right behind. In the light of this I find it particularly depressing to discover homophobia and bigotry alive and well in Whitby, not from outsiders (with the exception of the ones who accosted [livejournal.com profile] jozafeen) but from amongst the goths themselves.

I mentioned that our flat had been a refuge for assorted couch surfers, and these included the now-legendary Homeless Lesbians of Sunday Night. Many of you will know who I am talking about and the ladies in question are welcome to identify themselves if they wish, but I would like to stress that the view of events I am posting here is entirely my own and although I checked first with them whether they minded me mentioning it, neither they, nor anyone else has in any way encouraged me to do so or attempted to influence what I am about to say. In other words, if anyone is going to lose friends over this, let it be me and not them - they have been through enough. This may not be my fight as such, but frankly, I'm not sure I want anyone who would defend or excuse such prejudice as a friend, so I make no apologies for taking up the cause.

A good friend of mine approached me in the run up to the weekend in search of emergency accommodation after the 80s night, as she and her partner were unwelcome as a couple in the cottage in which she was due to stay for the first few nights of the event before her girlfriend arrived in Whitby on Sunday. One of their party apparently objected to their sharing a room on religious grounds. This seemed to be rather a hypocritical and inconsistent standpoint given other sharing arrangements within the cottage but I don't know the full story so I won't speculate further. Having run it by my flatmates, we were able to offer them a bit of floor (which turned into a bed when [livejournal.com profile] gothgrr arranged to stay with [livejournal.com profile] foxy76 for the night) for Sunday and they booked into a B&B for Monday. They dropped off their things while we were at [livejournal.com profile] cookwitch's, and we arranged to see them in Laughtons.

Not long after we arrived, we were told by a mutual friend that when the second half of the couple turned up at the original cottage that afternoon, the ladies were asked to stop being affectionate or leave. Obviously we were all pretty shocked by this, especially when it was confirmed by the couple themselves who told me that the exact words used had been "If you're going to do that, get out!" Understandably they found this rather upsetting. I don't know if anyone else was there, but if so I must admit I am surprised that no-one stood up for them. Due to various other events of the late afternoon and early evening I was on a hair-trigger, and perhaps my reaction at the time was not as mature as it would have been if I had been sober, but I am one hundred percent ready to defend the spirit of my actions nonetheless. I am very glad to say that the couple had the universal support of everyone who heard about what had happened, and glad that they were able to enjoy the evening in the same way as the rest of us - having a drink and dancing together without interference.

They talked a little more about the situation when we got back to the flat, and I believe the word "squick" was mentioned, which brings me to the crux of my argument. I am sick to death of people using their religious views to justify narrow mindedness and bigotry. I am not, and never have been a believer myself but over the years it has been my privilege to know a number of Christians who have been open-minded, thoughtful and tolerant, both within the Goth community and beyond. Knee-jerk homophobia and medieval attitudes from certain individuals are giving them a bad name. If you have a problem with something, have the cajones to admit it and stop using your faith as an excuse. I find it both disappointing and depressing that on a weekend where tolerance for "alternative" lifestyles was in the forefront of everyone's minds that there were people prepared to support such pathetic and outmoded prejudice.

Anonymous comments enabled purely to offer right of reply to those involved who do not have LJs. Unsigned or irrelevant comments will be deleted.

*Gin + cherry brandy + lemonade. I have no idea how to make a proper Singapore Sling.
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At my primary school, and presumably at similar institutions across the world, everyone was fiercely protective of their stationery. Being allowed to use someone's new crayons or Ivor the Engine pencil sharpener was a privilege hard won by grovelling and being from The Right Side of the Traffic Lights, with access to the scented novelty erasers and the like brought to school by popular children run like a caste system for seven year olds in the early eighties. I still remember the disappointment and sense of desperate social inadequacy I felt when denied the use of JT's inviting rainbow of felt tips, and the superior feeling of being able to refuse SC and CA my much-coveted new paints. Stationery, back in the day, was power. Daring to intrude upon someone else's flourescent faux fur pencil case without permission was the worst kind of 'You're Not Coming To My Party' transgression.

The ghosts of this sort of Crayola-based feudalism have been evident in every office I have worked in. Respect for the sanctity of one’s desk tidy is tacitly acknowledged as a basic human right. The flagrant theft of a person’s stapler is like sleeping with their spouse and then stubbing out a post-coital cigarette on their monogrammed dressing gown: an insupportable violation of the person which should not happen in civilised society.

Which is why, if IT leans over my shoulder and borrows my scissors just one more time, I swear I’m going to stab her with them.
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