Quixanne, ahm in its grip, sinken in the mud.

[reddragdiva]

arkady and I had a Top Night down the Disco. After a hairpiece disaster just before leaving the house for her and multiple outfit failures for me — you can't make a usable fake breast with a condom and rice. Trust me on this one. It's not heavy enough to stretch it, the rice is too pointy, it goes everywhere. Just don't — we finally made it out some time after eleven; her in black PVC trousers, purple PVC bra top (bought from Vagabonds at Whitby April 2003 and worn tonight for the first time), stiletto New Rocks and a pink feather boa used as a belt, me in silver skirt and PVC shirt, and arrived just after midnight.

It wasn't terribly crowded, so we kept ourselves from freezing by dancing to candy pop EBM for half an hour. Chatted to excy, th3lly, lazrus_armagedn and ali_anarres. We hung out for a few hours with some nice Australians: Helena and Emma, who are touristing, and their friend Dale who has moved here. Emma wants to be a music journalist, God help her. So we had a wonderful Australian indie rock conversation and I pointed her at Rocknerd. Also chatted at length with Rob and Liz (who is a fine fellow clove fiend) and missyslut. I saw glitchdrei and elijahtc in the distance but failed to say hi to either (though I did blow Zazz a kiss and exchanged waves as she was leaving). The music was mostly damn fine, with particularly nice sets from Loki and nils. crystalfayre kept me from losing my bag at night's end. He sends his love to the world and is very annoyed to be offline.

The eye candy selection was particularly fine. Thank goodness Slimelight is a goth club and not a fetish club, therefore managing to avoid the Fat Guy with his Cock Out that all fetish clubs seem required to have by law. (Though a couple of unfortunately skimpily-dressed fellows seemed to want to approximate the look. SPORK!! Call me a fashion Nazi.)

Around 5:30am we realised we'd missed the last night bus and resigned ourselves to a couple of hours' waiting for the tube to start. This was the first time Arkady had made it to the end of a Slimelight. So she must be a goth now.

Comments

[jozafeen.livejournal.com]

Ah, an amusing reminder of someone's first attendance at Dissolution in girl clothes and him bragging he had the most realistic fake norks ever made from stockings with flour in.

At the beginning of the evening they were quite good but with dancing and sweating they then set solid. There was much screaming from the ladies loos at the end of the night when his girlfriend was helping to remove them and found the flour bags had set like concrete around his chest hair!

[poggs.livejournal.com]

Obligatory fat-guy-with-cock-out.

*shudder*

[fluffymormegil.livejournal.com]

I have just had the pleasant memory of the buxom lass who turned up to Slimelight in a mesh dress and no bra.

[zotz]

I've just had the pleasant memory of the startlingly pretty woman who turned up in a blouse and lacy tights.

[reddragdiva]

*shudder*

I still want the 40 quid silicone ones. NO-ONE got me them for Christmas! Chiz! Chiz!

[markeris.livejournal.com]

"the Fat Guy with his Cock Out "

I was having a quiet night in.

[illdrinn.livejournal.com]

Is that the same as the obligatory guy in posing pouch and cape?

Honestly where do they find them? It's *almost* enough to put a girl off her kink.

[reddragdiva]

I figured the Fat Guys with their Cocks Out were at Subversion that night.

[reddragdiva]

One could wish for a posing pouch. Their clothing is usually just socks.

It's a damn good thing my kink is goths.

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

A charity shop in Camden (one of the ones on the way down to Mornington Crescent) seemed to have loads of boxes of the bra-filler ones for about a fiver a pop, before Christmas. Worth seeing if they still have any!

[reddragdiva]

I just so want to be able to talk about having charity-shop b00bies. Any more specific location? (I know there's a pile of 'em there.)

[hirez.livejournal.com]

40 quid? Bloody hell. Where?

[reddragdiva]

Here, from a few months ago. I really doubt they're anything special, but they'd sure beat socks.

[jauncourt.livejournal.com]

Here in the US it's more likely a fat, hairy man in assless chaps, or a VERY LARGE woman in a too-small chain bikini. Both invariably sweaty and overly freindly to the obviously repelled.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.