I'm going to post about Whitby before I post about holidaying in Northumberland, because there's a greater danger I'll forget who the bands were. Also, this LJ is chronically non-chronological these days. I mean, the dairy-free custard tarts were weeks ago now and I still haven't written about them...

( So, to Whitby! )

I'm back. I don't know if you missed me :)

I've been (in order) to Scotland for a baby's first birthday party, to Northumberland for a holiday, and to Whitby for a goth weekend. I now have a massive pile of photos to sort through, and a lot of black laundry.

How's everyone doing this day-that-feels-like-Monday-to-me?

So, at the end of August I ran away to Whitby for the folk festival (again). I've written about it here before, and... well... much the same sort of stuff happened. I did some dancing, some playing music, some listening to music, some drinking, some eating and lots of catching up with friends.

( Flash clog dancing, the generalised idiocy of rapper teams, and a surprise from Coventry )

A little bit of loose-end tidying I forgot the other day: Following discussion of the Peanut Butter Heresy a while back, ringbark insisted I should try Reese's Pieces.

While I was in Whitby, I popped into one of the look-massive-jars sweetshops on the East side (keris made me) and discovered they also had a bunch of American import sweets. I don't wish to give ( Read more... )

So, another Spring, another Whitby Goth Weekend...

( Friday )

The more observant may notice that I am not in Whitby. This is because I was far too excited about going to see Frank Turner at the Kentish Town Forum this evening ( Read more... )

And so, to Whitby once more. Because I like a challenge, I left my phone at home and decided instead to rely on serendipity and my psychic powers to find people and, indeed, locate the extremely well-hidden house I was sharing with davefish, keris, ceb and damerell(This is not true, of course. I left it behind by mistake. I'm not quite sure how far away from London I'd ( Read more... )

I was away up in Whitby last weekend, playing with all the little gothlings. As well as my usual Spa-ing partners, keris and davefish, I was sharing a house with ceb, damerell, waylay and Ian (WIVPOLJ). In my new-found capacity as Goddess of Domestic Disasters[*] I managed to cause one of the showers to leak into the kitchen and the dishwasher to blow a fuse within the first ( Read more... )

Every year I have grand intentions of blogging about Whitby Folk Week, and every year I fail because while I'm there I'm too busy running about and dancing and drinking ( Read more... )

From the Whitby Gazette...

Whitby Goth Weekend in danger

:(