@BettyDuMonde
*"My friends were goths but it was way too-labour intense a look for me.
One of my friends once ran out of talc so used his mum’s flour to get his rubber trousers on.
3 hours of swaying at the indie disco later, plus a 8-goths-in-my-mum’s-hatchback ride home, and he found the flour had mixed with sweat and turned to glue, which had subsequently hardened in the cold night air.*
He had to soak his trousers off his legs in the bath. True story".
Thanks for this, I needed the belly laugh.
I'm a Goth. Does this make me special or not?