Good Sluts meet at the Dev.

[reddragdiva]

Stumbled into the pub late from work to be told that ladylilith had had an authentic London tourist experience - getting her bag nicked. From under her feet while sitting in the Dev. The culprit (not a goth, we think, but a skulking Camden random) was spotted sufficiently for police description purposes. A bit of money, credit cards (quickly cancelled) and her camera. With our Whitby shots on the shiny new 64 meg smartcard, dammit. And, of course, the luscious purple bag itself. Bah. But the Sluts were wonderfully supportive, and especial props to dathedi and thamshere.

(This pretty much buggers our chances of ligging with Chaos Engine on the Dublin Gothic Weekend, which is rather annoying - weekend of 22nd-23rd, I get paid on the 25th. Ah well.)

marnameow met the goths and lured a few of them into her web of sushi. sheridanwilde tried icecubing me, but I have superpowers of evasion. minigoth projected such an air of injured innocence I could almost believe it.

Chatted to the DJ (Dave something). Turns out he lived in Melbourne a few years ago and we know everyone in common. So he played Snog "Corporate Slave" to commemorate.

Oh, and greap is a fucking GOTH.

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[patchworkkid.livejournal.com]

Tell DJ Dave Tarley says hi. She's a friend of mine, and owns the house in Northcote where he lived for a while with her. Tarley and I were sitting around on the back porch talking about him once, marveling at what a small world it is.