Whitby come down (slightly)
Oh, i hate this part so so very much!
I live in the middle of nowhere, so when Whitby comes round but twice a year, it's fabulous because it's a round up of many sheep from around the country into one sall space. Most people are findable at some point or another, and new friends can be met.
Thing is, when i return home it ain't so nice because i never speak to people in everyday life, there isn't anyone. I can't remember who it was who said to me at some point at Whitby " I thought there were no goths in Durham!", i think it may have been Load Of Flannel, but anyway, it's kinda true.
I arrived home, heard that horrid Northern accent, saw the pikeys everywhere, the rubbish on the street, the distinct lack of black, no friendly smiles or knowing nods, no pub i feel comfortable in, no seagulls, no rock, no music, no lusting after lust object being as mad as a hatter, no loccomotion. Just that little place that is called 'home', but doesn't feel like it.
Anyone else feel like their hometown doesn't quite feel right after Whitby? Also, upon meeting new friends and stuff at Whitby, is it just me that feels a bit funny about trying to keep in contact with such people, just incase you bored the living daylights out of them and they were only being nice?
I live in the middle of nowhere, so when Whitby comes round but twice a year, it's fabulous because it's a round up of many sheep from around the country into one sall space. Most people are findable at some point or another, and new friends can be met.
Thing is, when i return home it ain't so nice because i never speak to people in everyday life, there isn't anyone. I can't remember who it was who said to me at some point at Whitby " I thought there were no goths in Durham!", i think it may have been Load Of Flannel, but anyway, it's kinda true.
I arrived home, heard that horrid Northern accent, saw the pikeys everywhere, the rubbish on the street, the distinct lack of black, no friendly smiles or knowing nods, no pub i feel comfortable in, no seagulls, no rock, no music, no lusting after lust object being as mad as a hatter, no loccomotion. Just that little place that is called 'home', but doesn't feel like it.
Anyone else feel like their hometown doesn't quite feel right after Whitby? Also, upon meeting new friends and stuff at Whitby, is it just me that feels a bit funny about trying to keep in contact with such people, just incase you bored the living daylights out of them and they were only being nice?