Everything about you so Whitby
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I'm still being hit by that weird "Whitby's finished" feeling, so excuse my incoherence. It was a braw holiday, crammed with excellent people that I didn't manage to see nearly enough of. This one was a little short on adventures, but overflowing with AMAZING BARGAINS that I'll no doubt bore everyone to tears with later. Expect photos.
Speaking of which, I lugged two flash units and an umbrella with me and hardly used them at all. I had lofty plans which came to nought. Ho hum. There's always October.
Halfway through Sunday I ended up going a bit glum and withdrawn, missing Glasgow and pining for Helen and generally hiding from people and leaving things early. I hold responsible EXCESSIVE NECK PAIN and AMBIENT GOTH ATMOSPHERIC MISERY and the fact that I'm a bit crap. It was still a good lark, in general.
Drinking breast milk from a shot glass while in a jacuzzi, that was a highlight. As was bobbing around in the middle of a breast size comparison adventure. Also I was party to a Urethra Incident that probably brought on full-blown Howard Hughes-style OCD in at least one person that observed it. Coherent reflection later, possibly. I need to eat something that's not a packet of biscuits.
I'm still being hit by that weird "Whitby's finished" feeling, so excuse my incoherence. It was a braw holiday, crammed with excellent people that I didn't manage to see nearly enough of. This one was a little short on adventures, but overflowing with AMAZING BARGAINS that I'll no doubt bore everyone to tears with later. Expect photos.
Speaking of which, I lugged two flash units and an umbrella with me and hardly used them at all. I had lofty plans which came to nought. Ho hum. There's always October.
Halfway through Sunday I ended up going a bit glum and withdrawn, missing Glasgow and pining for Helen and generally hiding from people and leaving things early. I hold responsible EXCESSIVE NECK PAIN and AMBIENT GOTH ATMOSPHERIC MISERY and the fact that I'm a bit crap. It was still a good lark, in general.
Drinking breast milk from a shot glass while in a jacuzzi, that was a highlight. As was bobbing around in the middle of a breast size comparison adventure. Also I was party to a Urethra Incident that probably brought on full-blown Howard Hughes-style OCD in at least one person that observed it. Coherent reflection later, possibly. I need to eat something that's not a packet of biscuits.