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Playing Scrabble with the Happy Goths
Mar. 26th, 2006 04:16 pmWhen I left my apartment yesterday at 3pm, I thought I'd be spending a few hours at Quinn's learning how to play Scrabble and drinking beer. I would have never imagined that by 1am I'd be in a club night called Feeling Gloomy, dancing to the Sisters of Mercy with Kevin, Aden and Suzi while scenes from The Wicker Man hovered above our heads. Nor was I planning on spending my Sunday with a head the size of a watermelon.
It all started out innocently enough when I agreed to meet a select group of goths for booze and Scrabble. As expected, the beautiful weather hovering over London disappeared as soon as I got into a bus heading for Camden Town. In the 4+ years I've lived in London, I've never seen Camden under good weather: it's as if I'm fated to see the area as a dark, rainy, grimy centre of junkies, drunks and teenagers, with never a sign of brightness or colour in sight. My bus dropped me off in front of Quinn's and I was soon joined by Aden, Suzi,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allezbleu, her boyfriend (who I'm sure has a LJ that I'm not aware of), and Mr & Ms Love Muffin (much later).
Conversation ranged from frivolities such as what is the population size of certain Australian cities to the more risqué topics of travelling genital piercings, girls who lick (and those who don't), and acid versus ecstasy trips. By the time Mr & Ms Love Muffin arrived, I was pissed; I remember talking about Muffin's novel Filth Kiss, the horror film Creep (which I think is worth a watch only if you have ever taken a London Tube -- or worked for London Underground), and the disappointment that was Seed of Chucky. Suddenly, we had the Scrabble board open and I was having trouble forming easy words like "cheap" and "drunk". I deserve a round of applause for scoring the word "boner".
Suzi was in the mood for dancing so we headed towards Islington in search of "Feeling Gloomy" (after downing burgers and coke in a kebab shop.) Kevin left his self-imposed hermitage and joined us. We danced to The Cure, Depeche Mode, New Order, The Smiths, and a very happy and welcome Pet Shop Boys track ("You Are Always on my Mind"). However, all this "goth" music was depressing Suzi, to the point where she soon decided to leave with Aden for a stop at Strength Through Joy. Kevin & I called it a night and made our way home.
I had to eat some toast and watch TV until everything stopped spinning. Must have been around 3am when I finally went to sleep. Woke up today to find one hour of my Sunday gone towards Daylight Savings and no disposition to go exercising. We just watched The Fluffer, which was actually quite good (the main guy looks like Kevin!) and I'm now debating if I should go out and try to buy a pair of jeans. I've reached the sorry state of owning only two pairs of trousers, and both of them are cords! That's fucking depressing.
It all started out innocently enough when I agreed to meet a select group of goths for booze and Scrabble. As expected, the beautiful weather hovering over London disappeared as soon as I got into a bus heading for Camden Town. In the 4+ years I've lived in London, I've never seen Camden under good weather: it's as if I'm fated to see the area as a dark, rainy, grimy centre of junkies, drunks and teenagers, with never a sign of brightness or colour in sight. My bus dropped me off in front of Quinn's and I was soon joined by Aden, Suzi,
allezbleu, her boyfriend (who I'm sure has a LJ that I'm not aware of), and Mr & Ms Love Muffin (much later).Conversation ranged from frivolities such as what is the population size of certain Australian cities to the more risqué topics of travelling genital piercings, girls who lick (and those who don't), and acid versus ecstasy trips. By the time Mr & Ms Love Muffin arrived, I was pissed; I remember talking about Muffin's novel Filth Kiss, the horror film Creep (which I think is worth a watch only if you have ever taken a London Tube -- or worked for London Underground), and the disappointment that was Seed of Chucky. Suddenly, we had the Scrabble board open and I was having trouble forming easy words like "cheap" and "drunk". I deserve a round of applause for scoring the word "boner".
Suzi was in the mood for dancing so we headed towards Islington in search of "Feeling Gloomy" (after downing burgers and coke in a kebab shop.) Kevin left his self-imposed hermitage and joined us. We danced to The Cure, Depeche Mode, New Order, The Smiths, and a very happy and welcome Pet Shop Boys track ("You Are Always on my Mind"). However, all this "goth" music was depressing Suzi, to the point where she soon decided to leave with Aden for a stop at Strength Through Joy. Kevin & I called it a night and made our way home.
I had to eat some toast and watch TV until everything stopped spinning. Must have been around 3am when I finally went to sleep. Woke up today to find one hour of my Sunday gone towards Daylight Savings and no disposition to go exercising. We just watched The Fluffer, which was actually quite good (the main guy looks like Kevin!) and I'm now debating if I should go out and try to buy a pair of jeans. I've reached the sorry state of owning only two pairs of trousers, and both of them are cords! That's fucking depressing.
