Paul Crowley (
ciphergoth) wrote2004-04-27 04:56 pm
Returning from Whitby
I'm on the first leg of the long train journey from Whitby back to London town. My suitcase is bursting at the seams (and one wheel is dying - finally time to chuck it, I fear) and I'm keeping myself alive with an apple and some bread 'till I can get a proper sandwich on the GNER southbound train.
spikeylady is writing her diary (and telling me off for reading over her shoulder while she's trying to write - I moved away) and
bootpunk is reading the Grauniad.
Later: I am now on the train to London. The entire network around York is fucked due to a downed power line at Northhallerton. The train we've been put on is full to bursting: we are standing with our bags in between carriages with some even more unfortunate goths who got on a bus from Whitby at 1030 and waited at York for three hours. Bah!
I had a damn fine Whitby. In random order:
I got to play with the lovely
jezebel_z! She was fine and fun and again soon please! My thanks to her and to my ever-wonderful co-top
spikeylady.
My insanely impractical head-to-toe corset dress was *very* well received on Saturday night, and I got my picture taken lots - I'll make sure and link to some pictures of it soon. Sadly it became almost impossible to wear before the evening was out, and a situation arose such that I needed to be more mobile, so I changed out of it after only a couple of hours.
I was very pleased to see so much of
bootpunk,
kitty_goth and
julietk this weekend. Odd that I went to Yorkshire to spend time with my London friends, but there you are. I was also happy to see lots of Jenny Garside and her friend Tori, both looking marvellous as always.
Self catering is so the way to go - I'd now much rather be in a cottage as remote as ours was than in a room in the Avalon, even if the latter was the same price.
I am incredibly lucky to have three such fab partners. *mush*
maybe more later...
Later: I am now on the train to London. The entire network around York is fucked due to a downed power line at Northhallerton. The train we've been put on is full to bursting: we are standing with our bags in between carriages with some even more unfortunate goths who got on a bus from Whitby at 1030 and waited at York for three hours. Bah!
I had a damn fine Whitby. In random order:
I got to play with the lovely
My insanely impractical head-to-toe corset dress was *very* well received on Saturday night, and I got my picture taken lots - I'll make sure and link to some pictures of it soon. Sadly it became almost impossible to wear before the evening was out, and a situation arose such that I needed to be more mobile, so I changed out of it after only a couple of hours.
I was very pleased to see so much of
Self catering is so the way to go - I'd now much rather be in a cottage as remote as ours was than in a room in the Avalon, even if the latter was the same price.
I am incredibly lucky to have three such fab partners. *mush*
maybe more later...

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You're right about self-catering - it was damn handy being in the cottage last time (especially given how I am about food, though I am collecting a mental list of Juliet-friendly eating establishments. I think I'd have fared worse with lunch etc if the weather hadn't been nice enough that we went for picnics on both Friday & Sunday). On the other hand, there are also advantages to being in the Avalon, especially when you can't get a damn taxi for half an hr! And it might have been a nuisance had we had to wait in for the delivery of the Finest Wines Known to Humanity :-)
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