The (bi)cycle is complete
You can extract meanings, signs and portents from pretty much anything you want. I have cheerfully been doing that and writing about it since I was pointed at LJ and remembered the teachings of that well-known typing mistake, Spine Milligtna. So when I bang on about the universe somtimes giving you a clip round the ear and shoving you in the right direction, or sending you a Jeremy to perform much the same function, usually I'm right. Largely because it's my universe and I'd be a sad sort a bugger if I arranged one for my convenience, only for it to show me a mostly bad time.
So anyway. In 1990 or 91, The Neff were touring and played in Cheltenham. uk_jon (it appears they've installed a LJ winding-house or steam-telharmonium in New Jersey) and I stood at the back of the venue, drinking steadily and hating every second:
"Is this what goths listen to?"
"Seems like."
"Dear God. Who's round is it?"
"Yours. Ta."
(Or something a lot like that)
I went back home (London, then) and looked forward very hard indeed to KISS-FM's Wednesday night acid/techno programme.
In short: Neighbourhood of infinity.
So anyway. In 1990 or 91, The Neff were touring and played in Cheltenham. uk_jon (it appears they've installed a LJ winding-house or steam-telharmonium in New Jersey) and I stood at the back of the venue, drinking steadily and hating every second:
"Is this what goths listen to?"
"Seems like."
"Dear God. Who's round is it?"
"Yours. Ta."
(Or something a lot like that)
I went back home (London, then) and looked forward very hard indeed to KISS-FM's Wednesday night acid/techno programme.
In short: Neighbourhood of infinity.