Seriously

I know, blogfolks, it’s so last week to laugh at Goths; so sue me: ex-goths like me are perfectly allowed to laugh at the rest of the fold. And anyway, once a goth, always a goth, just ask Gregor

Also, they're just too easy. Easier than hippies, easier than punks. You can't find better targets than goths. I love goths with all my heart, I do.

Therefore, I just had to share this found picture with you; I mean, there is some serious gothness going on there. You have to sit back and admire it. I do. In a way. Especially the person on the left with the tambourine and the half-closed eyes manoeuvre. I thought I'd done some pretty extreme goth things in my days, but in the woods with a violin and a torch? Never.
Now I’ll go away and work on my power point presentation instead of picturing myself in long robes under the moonlight.

Trivia

1. Blogfolks, I had to shave my forehead today.

Not in a cool Goth shaved head kind of way. No. I had accidentally dyed my forehead black. So I scrubbed and scrubbed, with soap and more soap and various products I found- I drew the line at bleach and toilet cleaner.
I should have known- the hair dye box said ‘Blackest Black’. None of that ‘Kinda Black’, or ‘Half assed Black’ rubbish.
No.
‘Blackest Black’.
If you find anything blacker, you’ll probably die. No pun intended.
I want to write to the manufacturers and suggest ‘Black, Goddamnit’ or‘Motherfucking Black’.
So anyway. Forehead. Horror. Desperation. I’ll never be able to leave this house again. Scrub scrub scrub.
My skin turned an interesting shade of grey, but eventually regained its Caucasian pallor, with added shine.
The little hairs, on the other hand, remained obstinately black. I didn’t even know I had hair on my forehead!
So I shaved them off.
There’s no punch line, I just wanted to share. I know there’s more important things going on in the world, leave me alone.

2. I’ve gone back to work; it’s the end of life as I know it. Fortunately, last night my Special Lady Friend came over and helped tip back the work /life scales. She’s taking me away next week end. Or is it me taking her? I’m not sure. I know it will involve the sea, good food and sleeping late.

3. I’ll leave you now because I have to bleach my moustache. Thank you for stopping by.