There's a Victorian tin I keep my memories in

[venta]

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.

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.

Comments

[floralaetifica.livejournal.com]

impressive 17thC costume, their graceful white wigs

That'll be 18th century, unless something's gone very wrong.

/pedant

[venta.livejournal.com]

Ah. Yes. The 1700s is not the seventeenth century. I always make that mistake :(

[broadmeadow.livejournal.com]

Except for 1700, that was still the 17th century.