boglin and jfs and had bad photos taken of me. This social leper engaging in conversation by association was my survival approach until the coming of the camera. Then I discovered that I could avoid making conversation by hanging around at the front and competing for stage space with _mrx_. Then davefish ruined that by being all friendly :-PThis time I tried something different - rather than obsessively take photos, or practice the ancient Chinese art of conversation I tried to do both. And... it worked!
I managed to take some photos, and I managed to have conversation! Flushed with success I even engaged strangers in conversation on TWO occasions!
Of course, I've got a huge rant about social circles, friendship, more than friendship, not knowing how to know the level of friendship; then a less introspective rant about cake and how wonderful the sea is especially when it gets a bit rough; and finally at the bottom of the seriousness scale are PVC and sproingy hair.
But I can't be bothered with all that. I can't even be bothered to moan about queue jumping at the 80s night (not as bad as usual in my opinion).
So, Whitby April 2005 - I had a good time despite a couple of wrinkles. I'll probably even go to the next one - but I have to survive Infest first!
Now, where's the diet and guide to "alternative hairstyles for the discerning alternative gentleman".
Oh, and finally - go look at http://www.venomandbootle.com/; and look behind the cut at some of the band photos I took this weekend. Many more, plus some "holiday snaps" of "Six go mad on a boat", soon.
