Maxi-Minimum Whitbage
...Not because it was a bad time per se, more because it could so easily have been what with all the screw-ups involved with the organisation, the fact we weren't seeing the bands, and the fact that the chav population of the one-time goth haven seems to have tripled in the time since we were there last...
In the event we only got a couple of days in town, having side-trekked to Redditch to meet the famed Doktor Aies, pick up S.W.Goliath who popped over from the Land of Ire and blasted north over the moors.
Yet for the detracting factors, there's no place like it. We arrived in town, found our place (gotten right at the last minute, against all the odds), threw our bags down and got tarted up. Goliath (Can I call you Angus here?) being new to town didn't wait to sightsee and rushed off to get some huge new stompy new rocks. A good few people came up to speak and be friendly (Hello Boguls), Lyndsay and Chandra were found wandering about, and we encountered the ever-present photograph people. One chap ( www.myspace.com/clydee101 ) is doing a book on alternative lifestyles, and I think I made the cut :).
Shortly after we went for a meal the Resolution, and to see Deviant UK, with the truly surreal experience of a band blasting out soundcheck songs over your cottage pie.
After a night of Jagermeister and cheesy Japanese filmage we took an easy day. Shopping mostly (New fairy wings :D ), then a walk by the beach, and somewhere along the line we got the break the new guy in with a trip up the abbey. The rest seemed to blur into a haze of Jagermeister really, until Sexy Sunday. Brilliant as always. Sometimes I think I'd like a whole weekend of Sexy Sunday, non-stop. Oh wait it wasn't that brilliant... Set could've used some variation. Also Lyndsay got nutted during a Rammstein meltdown, so I dragged her to safety. The first-aid people were very nice. Also nice meeting Whitby transvestite types again.
Lyndsay survived, we went home, and dropped Angus at Leeds. But he left behind his supply of contraband imported nerds...
So, a short but nice Whitby...
Photos...
Marna, J, Angus
Jagermeister... It's a killer!
Angus at Abbey
Ready for Action.
Very important place, this.
Time to industrialise the beach...
I, um, couldn't possibly comment...
The boat Dracula's chav sister washed ashore in? :D
New wings!
J shortly before being devoured whole...
Sounds pretty unappetising really...
Thanks to Angus for the pics :) Still waiting for Marna and J's...
In the event we only got a couple of days in town, having side-trekked to Redditch to meet the famed Doktor Aies, pick up S.W.Goliath who popped over from the Land of Ire and blasted north over the moors.
Yet for the detracting factors, there's no place like it. We arrived in town, found our place (gotten right at the last minute, against all the odds), threw our bags down and got tarted up. Goliath (Can I call you Angus here?) being new to town didn't wait to sightsee and rushed off to get some huge new stompy new rocks. A good few people came up to speak and be friendly (Hello Boguls), Lyndsay and Chandra were found wandering about, and we encountered the ever-present photograph people. One chap ( www.myspace.com/clydee101 ) is doing a book on alternative lifestyles, and I think I made the cut :).
Shortly after we went for a meal the Resolution, and to see Deviant UK, with the truly surreal experience of a band blasting out soundcheck songs over your cottage pie.
After a night of Jagermeister and cheesy Japanese filmage we took an easy day. Shopping mostly (New fairy wings :D ), then a walk by the beach, and somewhere along the line we got the break the new guy in with a trip up the abbey. The rest seemed to blur into a haze of Jagermeister really, until Sexy Sunday. Brilliant as always. Sometimes I think I'd like a whole weekend of Sexy Sunday, non-stop. Oh wait it wasn't that brilliant... Set could've used some variation. Also Lyndsay got nutted during a Rammstein meltdown, so I dragged her to safety. The first-aid people were very nice. Also nice meeting Whitby transvestite types again.
Lyndsay survived, we went home, and dropped Angus at Leeds. But he left behind his supply of contraband imported nerds...
So, a short but nice Whitby...
Photos...
Marna, J, Angus
Jagermeister... It's a killer!
Angus at Abbey
Ready for Action.
Very important place, this.
Time to industrialise the beach...
I, um, couldn't possibly comment...
The boat Dracula's chav sister washed ashore in? :D
New wings!
J shortly before being devoured whole...
Sounds pretty unappetising really...
Thanks to Angus for the pics :) Still waiting for Marna and J's...