So. Spiders in Hull.

Yay! for

- the music, which despite being Very Very Ziggysesque, I didn't notice any out-and-out rap, and when it was good (for about a hour and a half), it was very very good.

- the sound system. Without sticking my head in the speakers, I discovered that "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morissette is really heavy! And I finally understood why extreme metal magazine Terrorizer keeps going on about Type O Negative. (I mean, they're good, but so are loads of other bands I wouldn't call extreme metal who don't get mentioned.) Strangest thing is, it was "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" that made it all make sense.

- the dancefloor(s). Despite not being even remotely open plan (there was only one corner that allowed you to enter them at all), unlike at Ziggys, whenever they played anything I wanted to dance to, I usually had enough space to do so, and, unlike at The Wendyhouse, when I got there, if it really was too full, I could just not bother, rather than having to climb back up a flight of steps again.

- finding loads of Canterbury people's Evil Twins.

- Cinematography Society, for postponing the filming til next Sunday.

Boo! to

- the bleeping Darkness! Now, I was fully expecting to hear That Song, but, I didn't expect to have it thrust upon me in such a devious manner! Half way through the night, I raced to the mostly-empty dancefloor in the opening notes of the aforementioned "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend", and positioned myself in the distant corner, sure that the music had taken a turn for the better. Two songs later, "I Love Rock And Roll" came on, and escape became impossible. I didn't mind, since, ahh, good memories of 80s night at The Venue, and I must show my appreciation for the minority of female rock stars. (Evanescence and Avril Lavigne aren't worthy of being called rock!) But, of course, what was next? I had no chance but to stood still, with my arms folded and a "I love being tortured - really!" smile on my face.

- it being ridiculously crowded.

- finding, not just Tom Matchett's evil twin, but his evil triplets! This probably won't mean anything to most of you, but rest assured: that he has even one clone is deeply scary. No offence to him or anything! It's just scary. Trust me.

- the Lunatic Fringe. Despite being nice people with an incredibly mad way of dancing to "The Beautiful People", thanks to not one but two stops on the coach home for its members to be violently sick, I didn't get back until later than I'd hoped, and no matter how late I go to bed, my body clock won't let me sleep beyond a certain point. (I did dream that some of Hatman (O Canterbury)'s friends had written a song about him and my lecturers were involved in a money-laundering conspiracy, though.)

- No longer being able to dance in time to "Jesus Built My Hotrod" - a clear sign that my metal-deficiency of late hath reduced my endurance on the dancefloor to an alarming level! Spiders hath just about rescued me from the danger of becoming The Old Rocker Who Sits In The Corner All Night Moaning, and Iron Maiden and Arch Enemy will tide me over for December, but must find someone with whom to check out some of York's fabled metal nights (Ziggys doesn't count) next term.

Right now, though, I am well up for eight hours of gothly goodness!


Thursday 4 December 2003

Dark City festival was fun, the bands were really good, considering how cheap it was, and some nice, strange and random people offered us a lift home after Plan A fell through. Went to see "Lilya 4-Ever" at the cinema (for a second time) on Monday. It was wholly depressing but it was nice to be reminded of its inspiring goodness. Filmed The Bar Scene of "Henry" on Tuesday morning. Since I was playing X (The Really Beeping Odd Student), I wore my PVC dress, then went to a lecture in it. I'm sure my classmates and lecturers are used to me being a bit strange, but, naturally, this was the week's only lecture that gets given by a guest lecturer. Filmed The Corridor And Bridge Scenes yesterday, thus managing to scare my corridor mates too. I was dressed normally, but the cleaner was being played by a bloke dressed as a mad old woman . . .

Now, back to Vast Tracts O Work.