I suppose I was a bit of a goth when I was a teenager. Years later, I heard about a secret Sisters of Mercy gig at Joseph’s Well in Leeds, and jumped at the chance to see them. Unfortunately, the secret had got out and the first two hundred people (the fire regs limit) had already got their hands inkstamped and been allowed to go in. Fortunately, my friend did an excellent forgery with a biro borrowed from the bar.
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Get your eyebrows, lips, nipples, scrotum and penis pierced.[/quote]That’s what I was afraid of. Do I then connect them together with chains? What about black rubber?
I’m new to being a goth.
Um, yeah, me too. It’s sort of OK if you were under sixteen in the north of England in the eighties or, arguably, the nineties, although you have to accept that you will be a figure of fun forever if anyone posts pics on Facebook. There are no excuses otherwise. Tourist!
Well, I was in a couple of goth-ish kind of bands at school though I suppose that doesn’t count as it was in Lyme Regis. No idea whether there are still pics floating around. Possibly. Someone posted one of me and my schoolmate in drag kind of makeup on Comic Relief day, so no doubt there are other photos from those days too.
Do you have any opiates? I’ll help you do it. The Prince Albert will be the most painful, because you need a really thick hypodermic to stick through your urethra. If we boil it in the kettle afterwards and submerse it in surgical spirits we can use it again! Man, this goth stuff is FUN!.
If you have enough opiates, I’ll even help you paint your toenails black.
Well, I was in a couple of goth-ish kind of bands at school though I suppose that doesn’t count as it was in Lyme Regis. No idea whether there are still pics floating around. Possibly. Someone posted one of me and my schoolmate in drag kind of makeup on Comic Relief day.[/quote]
Bwahaha. Mine was called ‘Fiver’ and played Television covers. Not really that goth, which was a lower sixth thing for me. I could never be shagged dying my hair or wearing make-up. My music tastes were far too eclectic (‘Will you FUCK OFF with the Donovan?’) and fashion-wise, it morphed into just wearing a lot of black and being Scotland-pale (Um yeah, I know I still dress like that). My bf was older and used to take the piss, as well.
I’d say I consider myself more a new romantic, than new wave, but it’s definitely with a country, trip-hop, slash metal vibration at the end. The Cure meets Lianne Rhymes at the Prodigy’s house, and they jam whilst listen to pantera. Typical run of the mill stuff really.
I used to know an Aussie goth who had originally trained as a vet. He refused to stop his goth-ness (i.e. pale make-up, crushed velvet cuff ruffles and the like) even in the middle of the outback working at a sheep station.