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I bought a new pair of jeans yesterday.

Alas, it was only when I walked madam to the park this morning that I realised quite how much they keep riding down, dragging my knickers kneewards with them.

Arse.

Literally.

Hug a Goth. Save the World.

This http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/lancashire/7316601.stm is so horrible. I think I'm more appalled by it than most hate crimes I hear about because it's violence that has been levelled at a group in which I have friends and sympathies. (As well as the shock factor, I suppose... perhaps the usual Race, Faith and Sex based attacks have become so regular that I'd become desensitised to them) I have never been a Goth, although as a teenager I was what I describe as Goth-Lite... a lot of black and purple, black nail varnish, lots of eyeliner and so on. I had loads of Gothy mates and we'd all go down to Rock City together on Student Night and Rock Night. I have never known a nasty Goth. I've known a lot of really big Gothy blokes - 6 foot brick shithouses... occasionally Transvestites to boot... and they've all been teddy bears. And they get so much stick you wouldn't believe it. One of the worst things about this case seems to be that the scumbag cunt teenagers' useless fucking parents seemed to think, when their sons were being interviewed for horribly mauling an innocent woman to death because of what she looked like, that it was all a bit of a laugh. I'm not sure whether that's just because they're animals or because our society seriously needs to get a grasp of the basic concept of civilisation that just because somebody doesn't look and act exactly the same as you doesn't make them any less worthy of walking down the street in peace than you are. Unfortunately, I still don't think we've Got that one.

(On a lighter, but equally important note, I have solved the problem of my fally-down jeans by purchasing a nice pink belt from H&M. Hooray for moi.)