AIBU in thinking of goths?

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All those poor young lads in black leather trench-coats. All those...er...curvy young ladies in their corsets and chunky boots. No wonder all their hair goes crimpy.

I'm going to put a saucer of snakebite outside the back door tonight. Might help a bit.

Don't forget the Absinthe.

One very hot Summer in the 80s I had the misfortune to be behind a young man with fabulous spiked hair at a Cure concert. Turned out the abundant spiking was done with soap and looked... interesting... after a few hours in the heat and sweat of the mosh pit.

Happy days although you wouldn't have known that from my smacked-arse, powdered white face at the time.

This reminds me of one of my 'finer' m

You do have to feel sorry for them, overheating in their pixie boots and worrying about freckles.

I have to confess that I haven't been thinking of the Goths at all, and that was both bad and wrong of me. I need to put things right. I will look for some tomorrow - once I've worked out where their local natural habitat is - and offer them Snakebite too.

Hassled, graveyards and Doc Blacks are the places to look.

One of the greatest joys of being a Recovering Goth is being able to walk down the street without needing to smear factor 50 over every available inch of flesh first.

That stuff was minging.

poor sweaty alpacas

Oops.

One of my 'finer' moments as a goth.

An old churchyard in my town centre one very sunny lunchtime, a few office workers eating sandwiches, students on the grass chatting. Me in my long velvet skirt, PVC boots, corset and long gloves, face covered in white powder and black eyeliner.

I decided to lie down on a tombstone. A few people looked up over their papers. An older gentleman tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what I was doing.

"Why I'm sunbathing of course!" Was my oh-so-witty reply.

I was such a pretentious dick back then.

True.

I still wear my pixie boots though.

Lots of lovely black lacy things and little velvet slippers -they'll be fine

Oh and a black lacy parasol.

It's OK, I'm rocking a skull'n'crossbones strappy sundress & New Rock sandals today. I'm fine!

Off to whitby tomorrow. May even go for a swim...

That said I now thank my youthful goth tendencies for my lack of wrinkles in middle age. The white panstick and black parasol were good for something.

They really don't like the heat. It's why they usually like to come out at night.

Typical beach goth

I am a natural born Goth - just naturally born too late.

I survive fine. Stay indoors in hours of daylight except in cases of emergency in which case factor 50 does the trick. Winter wardrobe can easily be adapted to summer wardrobe if you take your black coat off. And ideally get air-con in your car.

I must confess to wearing a bit of punk/goth clothing sometimes.

It's difficult

My eyeliner keeps running and I was so hot I had to wear a black maxi dress today and my arms nearly got a freckle on them, which is a close to a tan as I ever go. It was touch and go.

Still. I think the heat made me look suitably moody and the pain from my velvet chafing may have given me an appropriate wistfulness

The finest, and the cruellest comment I ever heard made of goths was "In love with Death from the neck up, and chocolate from the neck down".

Goths in HotWeather, the poor things.

Oh I don't know, my long tasseled black skirt from Cambridge market used to be quite light and airy if I remember ...

Feed the some Irn Bru

Duchess, my dad used to refer to my tastled skirts as lampshades because he was adamant his grandmother had had a lamp that looked just like them

Ahhhh memories memories.

I did a strange balancing act of being part goth part mod in the 80s. One good friend spent most of the decade dressed, along with the big hair and black everything, in a huge amount of indian bells - all around her ankles over her Docs - we could hear her coming a mile off.

I do remember being very very good at 'the face' - that slightly surly and yet mournful expression which was standard resting face. It was that or hysterical laughter for most of my teens.

My friend and i managed our usual shopping trip on the tube to Kensington market and the Kings Road one weekend chained together, at the hip. Happy days :)

What ? ajumpeduppantryboy you mean people thought we looked silly and not sultry and interesting ...

I was just thinking about this today - remembering a very hot day back in '87. I headed round to my friend's house, wearing just a very long black shirt, black socks and doc martens. We were sitting in my friend's garden and his dad poked his head out the back door and shouted "I thought you lot were allergic to sunshine". Hmmmmpppph - we stuck our noses in the air and didn't dignify him with an answer!!