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annwfynSo, last night I went clubbing.
Well, when I say clubbing...
I got dragged along, with a vast quantity of the ZG folk, to a club called 'Vagabonds' which is a goth night held in a club at London Bridge. Their website claims that they are a 'pretension free zone'. They lie! Oh, gods, they lie.
A couple of the people who came along with us were originally not allowed in, as one of them was wearing a check shirt, and were later thrown out because one of the clientele decided to take issue with them for not being goth enough, not dancing properly or something. God knows, I only got the story secondhand. The dancefloor was filled with stately figures in their thirties and fourties, weaving intricate little patterns in their air with their hands as they swayed to the sounds of tunes which haven't been heard in normal nightclubs since 1987. Sisters of Mercy were at the forefront of the playlist. I don't think I heard a single song that was released in the last ten years, and I wouldn't be surprised if nothing from the last twenty years was allowed. Every one once in a while the DJ would remember that he has advertised himself as having a 'wry sense of humour' on the website, and would start playing A-Ha, or Wham! or more pop music from the mid-eighties. I began to feel like I was at my school disco, and was just a bit confused as to why the parental chaperones were all wearing so much black lipstick. I was also mildly in shock at suddenly feeling like I was, indeed, one of the youngest people in the room, excepting those I entered with.
Still, it was fun. In fact, I think I'd have viewed it as a very silly night out, if it hadn't been for a couple of the folk we were with being kicked out, which rather spoiled the evening. Vagabonds could be a slightly daft blast from the past, if half the clientele and (apparently) the management, weren't taking it so bloody seriously.
At least I discovered that I still can do proper extended pointy eye make up with a liquid eyeliner, which is nice to know. However, next time someone says 'shall we go clubbing' I shall make pathetic noises about B Movie.
Well, when I say clubbing...
I got dragged along, with a vast quantity of the ZG folk, to a club called 'Vagabonds' which is a goth night held in a club at London Bridge. Their website claims that they are a 'pretension free zone'. They lie! Oh, gods, they lie.
A couple of the people who came along with us were originally not allowed in, as one of them was wearing a check shirt, and were later thrown out because one of the clientele decided to take issue with them for not being goth enough, not dancing properly or something. God knows, I only got the story secondhand. The dancefloor was filled with stately figures in their thirties and fourties, weaving intricate little patterns in their air with their hands as they swayed to the sounds of tunes which haven't been heard in normal nightclubs since 1987. Sisters of Mercy were at the forefront of the playlist. I don't think I heard a single song that was released in the last ten years, and I wouldn't be surprised if nothing from the last twenty years was allowed. Every one once in a while the DJ would remember that he has advertised himself as having a 'wry sense of humour' on the website, and would start playing A-Ha, or Wham! or more pop music from the mid-eighties. I began to feel like I was at my school disco, and was just a bit confused as to why the parental chaperones were all wearing so much black lipstick. I was also mildly in shock at suddenly feeling like I was, indeed, one of the youngest people in the room, excepting those I entered with.
Still, it was fun. In fact, I think I'd have viewed it as a very silly night out, if it hadn't been for a couple of the folk we were with being kicked out, which rather spoiled the evening. Vagabonds could be a slightly daft blast from the past, if half the clientele and (apparently) the management, weren't taking it so bloody seriously.
At least I discovered that I still can do proper extended pointy eye make up with a liquid eyeliner, which is nice to know. However, next time someone says 'shall we go clubbing' I shall make pathetic noises about B Movie.
