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It seems this thread has seen a mass migration of old Goths. Initially, I thought it was just myself and Lucian and then the coffin lids started opening and suddenly you couldn't see the thread for dry ice.
Well I‘m going to have to go back and look through it all thoroughly then, as a card-carrying, arm-full-of-bracelets, mohair cardigan wearing, black stetson owning, pointy leather boots old goth myself :)

I miss the days of the dry ice so thick that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face whilst Carl McCoy shouts “TAlK!” at the assembled masses :)
 
Well I‘m going to have to go back and look through it all thoroughly then, as a card-carrying, arm-full-of-bracelets, mohair cardigan wearing, black stetson owning, pointy leather boots old goth myself :)

I miss the days of the dry ice so thick that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face whilst Carl McCoy shouts “TAlK!” at the assembled masses :)

I was lucky enough (and old enough) to see the classic Nephilim lineup on the Sumerland tour in Newcastle (either '90 or '91). Amazing gig.
 
Well I‘m going to have to go back and look through it all thoroughly then, as a card-carrying, arm-full-of-bracelets, mohair cardigan wearing, black stetson owning, pointy leather boots old goth myself :)

I miss the days of the dry ice so thick that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face whilst Carl McCoy shouts “TAlK!” at the assembled masses :)
And someone (who knows how they are) need to take a good long think about Which Band Carl McCoy is from...
 
is he, or are you experiencing non-linear time? Perhaps there is only one post and you are experiencing it at two different times because it exists in a dimension that crosses ours at multiple points in space and time. Maybe this was the original post and the one that came before is a dupe sent back in time because Bottom Hat is benjamin buttoning his way thru life?
To fix this, you need a visit to your local library or second had book shop and find the entrance to L-space. Follow the banana skins.
 
One of my favourite things when I come back to the motherland is have a slap up full English at Bristol Airport. Black pudding, toast, beans, sausages, egg, hash browns- all glorious.

Either that or a Cornish Pasty bought from Bristol Temple Meads waiting for the Penzance train.

Bristol Airport was nicer when it was just the small 6 gate old terminal that was literally just inside the entrance off the A38 roundabout :)

And waiting for a flight involved heading down the road a bit to The Darlington Arms for a pint first :D
 
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