Let’s do this together

COMMUNITY CORNER SIOBHANMCNALLY

While I stayed home and mowed the soggy lawn for the first time since October, The Dark Lord had a wild weekend enjoying her two favourite hobbies – wearing black and not smiling.

Fully emo’d up in black unwashed skinny jeans, studded belt, black leather jacket with slogans like “Monsters R inside us” scrawled in white sharpie, lashings of black eyeliner – and enough ear and face metal to set off the security alarms – TDL went off to join “her people” at a Pierce The Veil rock concert.

TDL has waited a year for the Californian rockers to come over and play Ally Pally in North London – she calls them “punk” but they’re about as punk as my fluffy slippers.

And if it sounds like my daughter and I are now going to the same venues (I was there for Underworld last weekend), that’s where the similarity ends, because TDL and her mate Lola obviously missed their last train home.

I was waiting up late to collect the girls from the station at my end, but they were so busy trying to buy overpriced merchandise and catch a glimpse of the band, that by the time they got on the bus to the nearest Tube, the traffic from the venue had ground to a halt.

I left them to panic on the top deck and sent them helpful texts to wind them up like: “Oh well you’ll just have to stay at Waterloo station. I can recommend a nice comfy bench if you like.”

In the meantime I called TDL’S other godmother, Jen, who lives near Tufnell Park in North London, and asked if she could have the dirty stop-outs.

Luckily Jen was happy to have a couple of sweaty, bedraggled goths turn up on her doorstep at midnight on Saturday night. “Although I was quite concerned for my nice pillow cases,” she told me. “So I gave them lots of make-up remover.”

By the time TDL got home for Sunday lunch, she was broken. “I even had to sleep in my jeans – they were glued on with sweat,” she yawned, which must be a perpetual hazard in the goth world.

Email me at siobhan.mcnally@mirror.co.uk or write to Community Corner, PO Box 791, Winchester SO23 3RP.

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