The TrashCanDan/Khlari Interview

Thanks to TrashCanDan for this one…..I saw the idea on his blog, and it goes as follows:

Howard did a twist on the meme. He asked his readers to indicate they wanted to be tagged and then he would send them five questions based on his research into that person’s blog: He sent some to TrashCanDan. TrashCanDan sent some to me.

Interview Questions
1. You have such a way with words. Have you ever considered writing a memoir?

On many occasions, but the question would be, where the hell do I start? I have compromised, and am writing a novel, which is largely autobiographical, and tells a small part of one of the possible stories. Baddies be warned, if you have annoyed me in the past 39 1/2 years, you are not likely to come off well in this literary (?) epic. (The rest of you, fear not…this is a scathing expose in some areas only…your secrets are safe with me!)

I guess that the eventual plan is to subdivide it all into manageable chunks/novels, with a part of the ongoing stories apiece. So a kind of memoir, but one where the names of the perpetrators are (very) thinly veiled! That might even be the title…Thinly Veiled.

2. If I were to make it to you corner of the world, would we hang out?

Of course we would. All online friends I have met up with, I have liked in person as I did online, and as I know you too are a goth, I know it’s going to work out somehow! Some people I know through both, I have known Mr SpicyCauldron for years, and now we have an online relationship as well as a real one.

Hanging out in Morecambe for goths is a bit limited lately….the 12 year old ones hang on the museum steps in Lancaster, but I guess we’d be a little too old for that. I think you should come and reinforce that ranks of the old bat corner at Hydra and Dark Side of the Lune, with me and AmethystDragon. A large part of the room may be 12, but we have a better record collection- and better corsets. And we can still dance their arses off.

Mine’s a JD and coke!

3. Is there as much Drama in your Goth Scene as there is in mine?

Drama! She says, flinging herself onto a crimson velvet chaise-longue in the manner of Sarah Bernhardt. Oh dear yes. My life and that of those around me lurches from drama to crisis to disaster and back again. For a little taster in the last year we have had total clothes slashorama, possible adoption trauma, quinsy, possible child re-abduction, redundancy, torrid affairs………that’s just in the beginning. Not only are our lives drama-filled, you can usually guarantee that there will be at least one if not more on any social occasion (see Mr SC’s birthday, for example).

I think that Goths are just natural drama-magnets. I don’t think that we mean to do it, it just comes to us. Naturally. Either we want our lives to be as dramatic as our looks, or other people do. Sometimes, admittedly we dream of a mug of Ovaltine and bedtime, or a normal life, but mostly we just revel in it.(Actually, forget the normal life).

4. Why did you start blogging?

I could really lie here and say that I was suddenly consumed with a desire to share my wordly wisdom and stunning writing talents with the world. Or I could tell the truth and say that it is all Mr Spicy Cauldron’s fault.

One day, we were sitting around in my living room in Dalston (in London), with several million glasses of wine, and D and Mr SC were telling me how they were intending to realise their dream of moving back north for Mr SC to do his M.A. (Mr SC and I met in Manchester as students)

I told him I was very jealous. I said I’d been thinking about writing again, and doing my M.A……and he challenged me to do it. His way of bullying me into writing enough for my course submission and application was to set me up a blog template, and harass me until I wrote it. It worked. I ended up moving up before D and Mr SC, so 2 years later, here I am 280 miles further north, and like Mr SC at the end of my M.A. So I owe him a big thank you really.

5. Where were you the day Kurt Cobain died?

At the moment I found out, sitting on the sofa in Sylvie Debroux’s marble-floored living room, in Fleron in Belgium, not far from Liege, watching Canal+ News. I was on a European Union teaching exchange at the Catholic Teaching College in Liege at the time. It was the end of an era in some ways, the death of Kennedy for the MTV generation. We both just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Sylvie put on ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ as loud as it would go. As did half the block.

Wanna play now? Here’s how:
Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
You update your blog with the answers to the questions.
You include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Rinse. Repeat.