The UKC Anime Society are following me! Last Sunday, I sat down in the computer room and the guy next to me looked at me strangely for a few seconds before saying, "You were at Kent!" So was he: a fellow Anime Society member, come to York to do a Computing Ph.D.

Last night, the moment I arrived at Leeds University student union for the second time in a hundred hours, this time with The Lunatic Fringe for The Wendyhouse, a club night, Melanie came up to me! (Also in Anime Society, moved back to Manchester.) This is especially odd, since the first time I went to The Most Famous Goth Night In The World Ever, she was there, and now, the first time I attended the second most famous one, there she was again.

(Oddly enough, one or two of my brother's flatmates, despite not living anywhere near Leeds, went along too.)

Despite being very much in a student union as opposed to a paintball arena, the atmosphere was pleasant. The division of the music between its two rooms wasn't terribly useful for me. I like the Slimelight formula: namely 80s (cheesiness the boundary being Duran Duran), traditional goth, darkwave, futurepop, EBM and industrial rock in the main room, and industrial techno in the other. Since I like the full range of genres in the main room, I can stay there for most of the night. At The Wendyhouse, they played 80s (the cheesiness boundary being "Beat It", "Walk This Way" and - eep - "Dance Magic Dance" - two hours before the end at that!), traditional goth, industrial rock, popular industrial techno and ubercheesy popular rock. Yes, both "Gay Bar" and "Danger! High Voltage", and worse still, "I Believe In A Thing Called Love!" Oi, just because they're called The Darkness doesn't make them goth! But whenever I fled in fear, the other room was playing trance, despite the fact that for most of the rest of the night it was playing all the missing Slimelight ingredients.

I had a good time, though, and I'll be back next month.


Thursday 23 October 2003

Another dream about bridge_troll! I met him in a bar and really wanted to go out with him. He agreed, on the grounds that I performed some weird practices in girls' changing rooms first, for which he would pay me. I set about doing them, before realising he wasn't interested in me, just seeing what I'd do. I saw the funny side though.

I blame the weird short Cinematography-Society-created films I went to see last night. Luckily, there was a happier consequence: five of us Scriptwriting Guild members unofficially created The Weird Film Appreciation Society. May our deeds be as enyojable as those of mine and Ibid's Boring Film Appreciation Society!