I failed to take a single picture all weekend (unless you count snaps of deranged thrushes at Leicester Forest East on the way home). Instead, here are my imaginary photos; shots taken with my mind's eye over the past few days.
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) damerell piling back into the pit during The Damned's set; fists flying and grin a mile wide. |
| Damerell's arm, displaying bruises, on Saturday afternoon. |
| d_floorlandmine standing in the middle of the dance floor, arms out and head flung back, singing along to The Only Living Boy In New Cross. |
| keris throwing a Prince Charming pose in our flat's doorway. |
| A sea of faces, displaying expressions from envy to contempt, as Olivia (having taken "impractical outfit" to whole new levels) was carried through the Spa foyer dressed as a mermaid. |
| A group of people in impressive 17thC costume, their graceful white wigs glowing obscenely under the UV lighting. |
| Sexbat and his fluffy mohawk silhouetted above the Spa's DJ booth, his arms out in front of him as he danced to Vagabonds. |
| Victoria, in sparkly tights and a skull-and-crossbones jumper, sitting on our floor and giggling behind her hand. |
| An unknown girl, dressed in a strappy bondage skirt and big boots, walking a small dog early on Sunday morning. |
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That'll be 18th century, unless something's gone very wrong.
/pedant
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