As I washed up after lunch today, I saw a GOTH outside my window, seemingly waiting for a bus. Nothing unusual about that, you may think (though comments on the little pallid sweeties, bless 'em, are always welcome, especially if we can laugh at them*, like Maddie does). However, when I return to my kitchen 4 hours later, she's still there! Quickly it becomes clear that SHE'S STALKING ME. My fame has obviously spread to the foulest corners of goth hell, which is all very nice, but gosh, I'm a modest kind of chap, and all this attention makes me blush!
And then I realise. I live next door to Simon le Bon. Duh.
*yes, yes, I used to be one. No, actually that's a lie. I used to WANT to be one. So crucify me (oh yes, please, mistress, etc.).
I don't so much laugh at goths, rather I regard them fondly and indulgently, much as one would a small child who was trying to tie a ribbon round a dog's neck: it's silly and pointless, but fun to watch and one day they will learn and stop doing it. Bless them.
Posted by: Minx on July 10, 2002 11:49 AMAre you saying you weren't really a goth in case we ask to see pictures?
No, I really wasn't really a goth. I couldn't dye my hair (school rules) and didn't get into much of the music, with the honourable exception of The Cure, who I'm seeing in 2 weeks time!
However, there is one, single photo in existence, so rare that even I have never seen it, of me in full goth regalia - white face, black lipstick, crucifixes, the lot. I challenge you to find it...
Posted by: Mark on July 11, 2002 02:01 PM