Goth.
Once apon a time I used to hang around with a large group of classical Goths. Corsetry, black lace and costume jewels abound. Anyway, I was not a Goth (I tried it, and just felt silly)and used to wear normalish clothes.
One day we were in the local Goth pub, having a quiet drink. there was about 50 Goths in there, including Kris, who was "head Goth" (pimp cane, top hat, cloak, long hair, gaggle of fat goth girls hanging off him. You know the drill).

A rather burly 30-40 year old man marches in, tattooed like a 5 year old with a set of biros, with a ancient looking woman - bleach blonde with MASSES of makeup on. Polyfilla job, for sure.

Anyway, he marches right up to Kris and WHAM! Smacks him right in the face. Every Goth in the place gets up as one and pretty much beat seven shades out of him. (I don't know why the guy went for Kris, perhaps he thought all the Goths would cry and write poetry instead of kicking the shit out of him).

Not 10 mins later, the guy is lying on the floor and about 4 police vans pull up, and many many officers in full riot gear storm in, body armor, visor and shield. They stop and go to arrest Kris as the hysterical blonde bimbo explains that Kris set apon her boyfriend.
The police look around and see me, sitting in blue jeans, pink frilly blouse on and a vaguely shocked expression on my face.

"Miss, did you see what happened?"
"Yes, officer!"

Needless to say, the burly thug was carted off in handcuffs and I got free drinks all night from the Goths, Yay!
(Ocarina and the horse comes., Thu 22 Sep 2005, 19:27, Reply)