We had a power-cut on Sunday night. We
were plunged into a technological dark age, deprived of luxuries, and
forced to rely on LED camping/cycling lights, an ipod with an XMI
mini-speaker, 3G internet and a myriad of candles.
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| Tim realises the advantages of marrying an ex-goth* |
Whilst Twittering about the
electricity-deprived sorry state of affairs (Crisis? Tweet about it
first, then wonder what to do!), Tim spotted someone else complaining
about a similar lack of electricity, so introduced himself. It only
took a couple of tweets to establish that the other party lives
next-door-but-one, though I don’t think we’ve ever actually met
them. Nonetheless, Tim spent a happy evening chatting to them by
candlelight, offering spare tea-lights, and there was even talk of
setting up a virtual Neighbourhood Watch.
I’m sure there’s something ironic
here.
*Well, I would have been a teenage goth
if I had been allowed to dye my hair. Or buy my own clothes. Or had
been at all interested in make-up. Realistically, all I did was wear
a lot of black, had a candle collection and read poetry. Not that
gothy, I’ll grant you, but by the Satanic Panic standards of the
early nineties, this made me practically a witch.
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