Some nice goth type whose name I can’t locate submitted this photo with the comment “It was Scotland circa 1988. Goth had only been a thing for a few years and the idea a Goth clothing shop would ever exist seemed unbelievable. On the other hand you could easily get your hands on strong lager under the age of 18. To think that 30 years later the next generations of Goth would continue this tree climbing tradition warms my bleak heart to a barely tepid.”
I don’t know why I can’t locate the name of the submitter. It’s probably due to the annals? addles? of time, the alcohol addling of my brain, and whatever else you can addle. If you can addle something, I’ve addled it. Addle is my middle name. It’s not but it would be cool if someone misspelled ‘Adele’ and there was an 'Addle’ out there somewhere.
We have to take everything about this post with a certain amount of addled trust. Old mate says he was a goth in the '80s and has blamed the light coloured pants on lack of goth shops around at the time. I mean, he didn’t actually say that but it was implied, either that or he was bragging about his underage drinking exploits. Even so, I like the vintage-ness of this photo, the acrobatic, gravity defying nature of the pose with bonus tinnie (can of beer) and the fact that it’s clearly night time. The tinnie is obscuring any potential smile. Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt here. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted and there’s been a whole lot of addling going on.
4.8 out of 5 - I am going to change my middle name to 'Addle’