Yeah, I'll drag myself out.

I was in a pissy mood and still feeling a bit seedy, but really did need to get my day's goth workout. ("Sir, drinking, dancing and fucking" - Samuel Johnson. Well, two out of three.) And was meeting shekhmet, who really needs to get a job in London rather than Cambridge.

Arrived around twelve. Quite novel getting into Slimelight when it's not still empty and freezing. (In fact, it was surprisingly crowded and sweaty.) The only problem is when you realise it's 1:50am and the bar's about to shut (quick! buy ten drinks!) and it still feels like the night's hardly started. OTOH, it makes it a lot more likely you'll last till the end and actually be able to get the Tube.

Spent many hours hanging out and dancing with shekhmet, who is very 'l33t. Cheers to nils for his Death DJ skills - another forty-five minutes of natural rhythm. ("Damn you, will you not start sucking soon!") shekhmet left at fiveish, I stayed until the end.

The New Rocks got a proper breaking-in - that is, their christening with Slimelight slime. As did my bag. Ew. My theory (and it is mine) is that the Slimelight slime is in fact the primordial slime that goths spring forth from. Like nasturtiums growing in a New Rock. This is why everyone at Slimes looks so young - having only sprung into existence a few weeks before - and why they wilt so quickly come seven-thirty.

(I am not happy about one strap on my bag breaking. I paid FOUR POUNDS for this bag in ROMFORD MARKETS, SIX MONTHS ago. And I only beat hell out of it on a weekly basis. This is not good enough!)

greap dancing atop the cage near the DJ booth is the sort of sight that leaves me annoyed by the no-cameras policy.

Damn but that was a good night out.

And now for a Blues in Goth. (Thanks to mircea, corsetboy and cyber_wh0re for helpful tips.)

Woke up this evening
Mah blacks washed out to grey
Woke up this evening
Mah blacks washed out to grey
Mah second girlfriend on the side just let's-just-be-friendsed me
Mah cat threw up on the duvet
Makes you wanna boogie.

Handy hint for not freezing your legs off in PVC trousers in winter: pantyhose. Not just warm(ish), practical and helpful in alleviating Visible Panty Line, but probably faggy and perverted too. Which can only be a good thing. As can the control top.