I so enjoyed my litle Gothic adventure into the land of 'weirdos with more money than sense' that I intend to go back for some more.
Last time, I tried to be somewhat polite which was a mistake - I think - in retrospect.
I was reprimanded for wearing jeans. It was somewhat negligent of me as I didn't know you had to dress like a cunt.
I was aware that dressing like 'Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch' was cool but, I didn't realise they were inter-bred retards with the intelligence of prawns.
I wanted to comment but, being 'nice' and in the company of a beautiful lady, I tastefully swallowed their bullshit and followed the ethos.
Today, will be a testament to damage limitation. I will return to 'in-bred fest' wearing jeans, and my somewhat prophetic Marilyn Manson shirt which proclaims
WHEN I'M GOD, EVERYONE DIES
Headline - "Mad Goth with bats - twats lots of stupid people"
Don't you just love golf?