Naffby
Well, that was the worst Whitby ever. As I am still a little raw about the breakup - and really didn't want to see the ex flitting about, I'd foolishly made the decision to do the "alternative Whitby" - this was a mistake, and utterly, utterly dire. For example, the line-up for Saturday night was... the Resolution, a tiny-upstairs room in a bar next to the Elsinore. The changes to the drinking law, meaning people can no longer drink/congregate outside the Elsinore, also mean that it is nigh on impossible to even meet people just generally around Whitby.
I am glad however, that at the last minute I switched from paying a fortune for a grimey 4th floor hotel, to a nice cottage with some really lovely people in it. If it's not been for this, I imagine I would have been enjoying the Whitby freeform bungee competition.
On the bright side, at least I felt somewhat good about myself all dressed up as I rushed out to go clubbing - pity it was The Resolution. I didn't meet a single person outside the cottage!
The afterparties were pretty good though, though perhaps a little self-destructive. I may have to apologize to someone about rants on beesuits, space-helicopters and accidental-boat-sex. Thanks for everyone at the cottage, though, you were brill!
I am glad however, that at the last minute I switched from paying a fortune for a grimey 4th floor hotel, to a nice cottage with some really lovely people in it. If it's not been for this, I imagine I would have been enjoying the Whitby freeform bungee competition.
On the bright side, at least I felt somewhat good about myself all dressed up as I rushed out to go clubbing - pity it was The Resolution. I didn't meet a single person outside the cottage!
The afterparties were pretty good though, though perhaps a little self-destructive. I may have to apologize to someone about rants on beesuits, space-helicopters and accidental-boat-sex. Thanks for everyone at the cottage, though, you were brill!